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.

Noland successfully rescued the pale man guarded by a few

undead are really tough. I barely managed to shake off the imperial soldiers, but I got caught in this alley

gasped, giving a thumbs up to the guard who blew up their

party’s marksmanship, he

the ground and waved

shoot, these walking dead…um…these soldiers are just helping, they’re just sick, so that’s why they appear kind of

to maintain the appearance of a guard

didn’t shoot, but aimed the gun at him instead, Yog’s

just wanted

streamed from the corner of Yogs eyes, his hands

kill me…whimper…l just wanted to help… I have a

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 not

then leaped off, his body passing through the curtain

before finally noticing the elixirs that had rolled

and Life Elixirs! Thank you! Thank you! I

up towards the

mouth, his eyes

to his wounds, stopping the bleeding, and drank the

ordered the walking dead to crush

carry the Life Elixir, 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 seen you before, never seen you.

his face, unable to distinguish

waved to his walking

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… She’s so

Yog didn’t affect

his visor goggles, standing

roaring,

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

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

Noland shivering and feeling he was being targeted by an invisible killer, like the scythe of

the psychological effect