Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 156: 93. Blessings to the Good Person_3

Translator: 549690339

A cry came through the rain, although it was drowned out by the gunfire, Noland heard the incredibly weak voice.

“Guards! Guards! Yes, you! The one standing on the rooftop lost in thought!

Quickly, save me! I can’t hold on any longer!”

Noland felt surprised that there were still living people nearby.

This was really strange. He had always been using “Tracking the Living” and actively avoiding soldiers and civilians who were alive, so how could he be discovered by someone?

Noland looked towards the direction of the voice, and the corner of his mouth, hidden beneath his mask and hood, twitched slightly.

It was actually Yog, the man who controlled the walking dead…

This guy was slumped on the ground, his arms bleeding profusely, severely injured.

His face was as pale as yellow wax paper, cheeks sunken in, skin and bones, and the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy.

Most importantly, his life force was incredibly thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him to his sudden death.

Under the magic vision of “Tracking the Living,” Yog’s appearance outline had already become close to transparent.

Furthermore, he was at the limit of “Tracking the Living” vision, which was why Noland hadn’t detected the man covered in death energy in time.

Considering that the other party was using death-type magic with good intentions, Noland decided to follow his own code of conduct.

Let the righteous receive a rightful end, and the wicked be punished. Noland hopped and ran on the rooftop, speeding up until he was about ten meters away from Yog.

He raised his hand and fired ten shots in succession, using bullets to sweep and lure the dark wrathful spirits surrounding Yog away, and then blew them up one by one.

less than half a minute, Noland successfully rescued the pale man guarded by a few walking

tough. I barely managed to shake off the imperial

a thumbs up to

about to praise the other party’s marksmanship, he

stood up from the ground

shoot, don’t shoot, these walking dead…um…these soldiers are just helping, they’re

walking dead to maintain the appearance of a guard who had

that the guard didn’t shoot, but aimed the gun at him instead,

just wanted to help…l’m sorry, I Imow this is against the rules, but I really just wanted to help. All of my comrades died on the battlefield, right in front of me, and I couldn’t do

eyes, his hands covering his face,

wanted to help… I have a serious

won’t stop trembling, I can’t even hold a gun, and I can’t stand the sunlight. This is the only way I can help you… Don’t kill me, please stop chasing me…l’m a good person, I’m

backpack and tossing over a few elixirs, then leaped off, his body passing through the

finally noticing the elixirs that had rolled to his

you! Thank you! I really

towards the rooftop, but the guard was nowhere to be

his mouth, his eyes showing confusion and

the hemostatic to his wounds, stopping the bleeding, and drank the Life Elixir to

seconds, he placed the elixir bottles on the ground, ordered the walking dead to crush them with their feet, and then swept

helped me, I’ll help you. Don’t worry, I will erase these traces for you. I have never seen you before,

his face, unable to distinguish whether they

to his walking

Their combat abilities aren’t as strong as the soldiers’. We need to escort them to the defensive line as soon as possible… Sully shouldn’t

Yog didn’t affect

wiped the rain off his visor goggles, standing in the shadows and

screaming, roaring, gunshots,

in the center of the battlefield, like standing on a mountain engulfed by a torrential

black rain never stopped, the flood rose, and the invisible pressure converged from all directions,

feeling he was being targeted by an invisible killer, like the scythe of the Reaper lurking in

understood that this was the psychological effect of life’s