Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 125: 84. Deconstructing Profits from Blood Money

Translator: 549690339

Lieutenant Slyke Thompson roared as he transformed.

He was a Second Order “Imperial Fist”, who possessed an even stronger controllable mutation ability.

His body rapidly expanded, growing by several meters on the spot.

Countless hardened bones grew beneath the skin all over his body.

These iron-gray bones were harder than ordinary steel, and they were all secreted by Slyke’s internal biochemical glands.

In just 10 seconds, Slyke, who had previously been a human warrant officer, transformed into an Iron Giant wrapped in a hardened exoskeleton! Bright red flames scattered from the spiral-shaped furnace in his abdomen.

The air temperature around him rose a few degrees.

The heat spread outwards, and Noland felt a burning sensation on his face as if he was standing in front of a steel smelter.

“Lieutenant Slyke Thompson is actually the ‘Iron Forge Giant’! No wonder he’s the captain of the elite squad. His steel shell is best suited for escorting personnel, and the lava flow inside him is extremely lethal.” Sergeant Mars had trembling eyes, full of longing.

He grabbed Noland and ran towards Lieutenant Slyke Thompson.

Lieutenant Slyke Thompson bent down and stretched out his wide steel palm, allowing the two to stand on it.

His chest’s steel exoskeleton opened in half, revealing a space barely large enough for two people.

surged within Lieutenant Slyke Thompson’s body, similar to the roaring of a

“Woo woo-”

out of Lieutenant Slyke Thompson’s back,

steel exoskeleton’s space, Noland firmly gripped the steel bones beside him to remain standing against

gaps between the steel exoskeleton,

quickly reduced, as the incredibly strong high-pressure

the watchtower’s rooftop

skeleton undead wearing a black armor and cloak, covered

wide and solid shoulders, and exquisite yet antique armor, it had an embedded diamond-shaped black gem on its forehead and a white Bone Treasure Sword with swirling green lights in its hand, full of

Treasure Sword was

Wand, a spell-casting medium in the form of a sword—a

brow furrowed as

several Necromancer Summoning Arrays by

were harmlessly deconstructed from the “Martyr’s

of ritual materials and venues, he had always been unable to summon

as the War Spirits, he would undoubtedly save a lot of trouble and not

now and desperately wanted to acquire a spell to

possess the ability to summon undead on the spot, or was it

on it and fail to acquire the temporary summoning spell,

draw a conclusion, there was a

Bone Treasure Sword with both hands, and forcefully stabbed the

out of the Bone Treasure Sword like flowing water, quickly

a moment, the watchtower seemed to come

cracks appeared on its surface, absorbing the green

from the cracks, emitting a ghastly green light from the muzzle