Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 163: 96. Rain in the Heart (Single Update of 10,000 Words)

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Underground riverbank.

Nearby the Artifact Repository.

The trickle of the river water only seemed to make the area more silent.

This rare moment of tranquility was disrupted by the roar of an engine echoing in the underground tunnel.

A steam locomotive arrived from the surface, coming to a halt amidst short bursts of brakes.

Four men and a woman alighted from the locomotive. With a slam of the car door, they grabbed their guns, shouldered their combat gear, and arrived by the underground river via the tunnel.

About half an hour earlier, Kasha had evacuated this area with the bulk of the troops, escorting the ancient artifacts to the surface.

Half an hour later, she returned to the same spot, followed by four elite fighters.

Returning to familiar ground, a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth.

This had nothing to do with her soon becoming the guide for the fortress garrison. It was because she could finally return to the fortress, go to the third underground level of the castle, and confirm whether Sin Soldier No. 888 was still alive or not.

If Sin Soldier No. 888 was still alive, that would be excellent.

She could then capture him, take him outside the city, and lock him up in the dungeon of Intelligence Department 2 Outpost.

Kasha wasn’t worried that her actions of forcibly capturing Sin Soldier No. 888 would be stopped by the members of the Korabo

888, I’ll torture him with the cruelest instruments. He must know many of Murphy’s secrets, otherwise he couldn’t have predicted the attack on the Legion Fortress with

to the Artifact Repository and instructed her elite fighters to stay on guard, especially against any possible threats downstream, where a large number of metal

tunnel leading to the Artifact Repository, Kasha frowned

a stone statue. The fragments should be inside the tunnel. Should I send someone to clean them up, so as not to fall into the hands of the undead… Forget it, it’s just a stone statue. Just this small object shouldn’t allow the undead to recover too many memories.” With a flick of her hand, Kasha, trailed by her four followers, continued to

the entrance to the Artifact Repository, a figure, shrouded from head

extended forward, his index finger aimed at Kasha’s head, and his

did not give the elite fighters monitoring the surroundings any time

and a streak of transparent lightning, emitting a thick death aura, shot from his fingers

“Squish!”

brains splattering on the faces of the

“Enemy attack!”

filled with burning rage as they raised their

“Bang, bang, bang…

revolver spewed rounds, completely disregarding the bullets heading his way

to tear the attacker’s rain cloak, penetrated the armored clothing, and aimed for his vital areas such as

material as they reached the attacker’s skin and ricocheted out, spinning in the air

looked on astounded, their eyes filled with

a rain

sight was beyond the

with the perfect

through the eye socket, went through another man’s neck, and spattered a string of

do. He began using his comrades’ corpses as a shield, pulling out a

lightning streaked