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.

forcibly capturing Sin Soldier No. 888 would be stopped by the members of the

know many of Murphy’s secrets, otherwise he couldn’t have predicted

on guard,

she faced the tunnel leading to the Artifact Repository, Kasha frowned thoughtfully and

hands of the undead… Forget it, it’s just a stone statue. Just

were passing the entrance to the Artifact Repository, a figure, shrouded from head to toe, emerged from the dark

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

not give

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

“Squish!”

open, with blood and brains splattering on the faces

“Enemy attack!”

fighters’ eyes widened in shock, filled with burning rage as they raised their

“Bang, bang, bang…

disregarding the bullets heading his

the elite fighters managed to tear the attacker’s rain cloak, penetrated

the attacker’s skin and ricocheted out, spinning in the air and falling into the river,

looked on astounded,

a rain cloak should have fallen dead to

sight was

provided the attacker with the perfect opportunity

from the revolver connected with the head of an enemy, pierced through the eye socket, went through another man’s neck, and spattered a string

finally realized what he needed to do. He began using his comrades’ corpses as a shield, pulling out a metal injector to

transparent lightning