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.

half a minute, Noland successfully rescued the pale man guarded by

really tough. I barely managed to shake off the imperial soldiers, but I got caught

thumbs up to the guard who blew

party’s marksmanship, he saw the

the ground

are just helping, they’re just sick, so that’s why they

aimed his gun at the walking dead to maintain the appearance of a guard who had never

but aimed the gun at him instead, Yog’s expression

Imow this is against the rules, but I really just wanted

the corner of Yogs eyes, his hands covering his face,

wanted to help… I have

cure me, my hands won’t stop trembling, I can’t even hold a gun, and I can’t stand the sunlight. This is the

over a few elixirs, then leaped off, his body passing through the curtain of

a while before finally noticing the elixirs that had rolled to his

and Life Elixirs! Thank you! Thank you! I really

the bottles and looked up towards the rooftop, but the guard

his mouth, his eyes showing

the bleeding, and drank the

the elixir bottles on the ground, ordered the walking dead to

and no matter why you act alone. Since you helped me, I’ll help you. Don’t worry, I will erase these traces for you. I have never

the water droplets from his face, unable

waved to his walking

go help at the nurses’ dormitory. 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 want to kill me…

with Yog didn’t affect Noland Lee’s following

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

roaring, gunshots,

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

rose, and the invisible pressure converged from all directions, forming

shivering and feeling he was

psychological effect of life’s hope gradually