Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 129: 85. Energy explosion again

Translator: 549690339

More than half an hour had passed since the elite squad broke through the watchtower.

Above the underground river, thousands of kilometers away from the Imperial Army.

The undead cargo ship, carrying the aura of death and decay, sails from the heartland of the Undead Cult.

They carry heavy cargo, like iron ploughs crossing the river surface, sweeping the filthy water to both banks.

The goods on the ship are extremely heavy, causing the river to rise noticeably where they pass.

These cargo ships are made of rotten wood and rusted nails, covered with dark green moss and greasy sludge, as if they have been sunken in the seabed for hundreds of years.

But these seemingly fragile ships have been sailing steadily for a long time with the creaking sound of the wood, without encountering any accidents like leaks, tilts, or anchors being thrown.

Without a doubt, it is the Death Runes that protect them.

On the decks and cabins of the cargo ship, there are a large number of dark imprints, which are the Undead Runes written by the Death Priests.

Undead spirits always enjoy using this blasphemous power to protect their magical devices and important facilities.

Today, they are doomed to fail.

Because, when these cargo ships are sailing, they cannot activate the Magic Protective Cover, otherwise the interaction between the river water and the magic of the cover will disrupt the ships’ navigation.

Another reason why the fleet is doomed today is that they are completely unaware of the crisis on the shore and in the river.

underground river, accumulating on the riverbed and forming obstacles that emerged from the

the shores of the poisonous fog, ten full

and set up a fierce interception line, camouflaging

with the riverbank, hundreds of large-caliber gun

personally joined the interception mission and even got a light machine gun with a biochemical

wasn’t supposed to

for team battles and last hitting, he boldly went to Lieutenant Slyke Thompson

what he

I don’t know when I’ll die in the Death Storm. As an Imperial man, I dream of feeling the thrill of holding a light machine gun and shooting enemies in the roar of gunfire. Can you

a moment, Lieutenant

made by Lieutenant Slyke

about it that much; his heart was

coming.” Lieutenant

Army fell

disguised as rocks remained quiet

each unit waited for their long-awaited

is only one fatal flaw in this

disappearance of

undead fleet must have a route map

watchtower should have been has turned into an empty space,

not a

that causes tomb uprisings wherever they go, the Vidas

of the watchtower, a sky-full of bullets and

“Whoosh- Whoosh-

the river surface rose,

head and looked at the approaching undead

were launched by him, scanning all the cargo ships within

are six ships