Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 81: 64. Genuine Attitude

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Third Underground Level.

The spacious Tomb Hall was packed with undead creatures from the First Underground Level to the Third.

From Skeleton Warriors on the First Underground Level, to Bound Spirits and Tomb Skeleton Soldiers on the Underground Layer 2, all squeezed into the Third Underground Level, completely clogging the tomb passages.

The Big Skeleton finally played its trump card.

It used Skeleton Warriors and Skeleton Hounds as bone material to fill up its wounds.

It casually grabbed a handful of Skeleton Warriors and stuffed them into the blast holes in its chest, healing the injuries caused by the Bee Syrup Bombs quickly.

Ribs regenerated, spinal bones repaired, and leg bones thickened once again.

Not only that, but Skeleton Warriors and Skeleton Hounds were also used as

“blue bottles.”

The Big Skeleton targeted the Imperial Army’s position and fired several “Death Pulses” in quick succession, squandering its death energy.

As soon as its energy ran low, it snatched up Skeleton Warriors, stuffed them into its mouth, crunched them down, and swallowed their shattered bones and souls.

energy instantly recovered, and several

reinforced with layers of thick steel

was not gaining

powerful Lightning Spores shooting concentrated lightning beams, and more – these powerful military weapons were killing the undead one after another, keeping them at bay. The “Imperial Fist” was giving the undead a

all you’ve got?

huge figure descended

a meter wide, easily crushed Skeleton Warriors and Walking Dead, with flesh splashing and bone dust scattered all

flames and carved through

buzzed while the saw sliced through enemies and, using the blade’s high temperature,

“Death Pulse” attack, the giant figure charged forward without dodging, running through the

sliced from bottom to top, splattering countless

Tomb Bound Spirits, who quickly melted like

achieve by calling all these undead from the three underground levels, feeding me? Hurry up

the “Imperial Fist,” wielding his gigantic Power Saw and rushing headlong through the battlefield, sweeping away hordes of undead as if he was unaffected by the “Perception

shout echoed from the staircase. Two Death Notice assassins

the ground and laughed wildly, one holding a heart-ripping dagger and

Bone-mending Wand! It’s enough to drive all undead mad, making you feel the agony of an elephant being devoured by ants! Your little finger bones

right! Die, Sterling! …Canary, Canary, come

kind of bullshit Bone-mending Wand

beneath his feet. He leaped high, landing heavily in front of the

face loomed oppressively in the air, as he stared at the metal box in

in here? Bone-mending Wand? Is it some magical artifact developed by the Death Herald Guild? Damn you idle bastards, always poking around with such wicked

struck down, banging the metal box with a

box didn’t budge, responding to