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.

minute, Noland successfully rescued the pale man guarded by a

I was almost done for, these strange undead are really tough. I barely managed to shake off the imperial soldiers, but I got caught in this alley by

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

other party’s marksmanship, he

from the ground and

shoot, don’t shoot, these walking dead…um…these soldiers are just helping, they’re just sick, so that’s why they appear kind

to maintain the appearance of a guard who

but aimed the gun at him

really just wanted

from the corner of Yogs eyes, his hands covering his face, as he knelt down on the

wanted to help… I have a serious illness,

my hands 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

and tossing over a few elixirs, then leaped off, his body passing through the curtain of rain and quickly

finally noticing

Life Elixirs! Thank you!

and looked up towards the rooftop, but the guard was

mouth, his

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

for five seconds, he placed the elixir bottles on the ground, ordered the walking dead to crush them with their feet, and then swept all the glass shards into a nearby sewer

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

face, unable to distinguish

to his

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

with Yog didn’t affect Noland Lee’s following

the rain off his visor goggles, standing in the

roaring, gunshots,

battlefield, like standing

stopped, the flood rose, and the invisible pressure converged from all directions, forming a circle that

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

psychological effect of life’s hope gradually