Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 173: 98. “Join” Two Places_2

He closed his eyes, familiarizing himself with this magic spell, and then began to draw the Magic Array Blueprint needed in his mind.

His facial features changed.

His cheeks became wider and the contours more pronounced. Overall, his face seemed somewhat swollen.

Noland Lee opened his eyes, looked at his hands, and then rolled up his pants to examine his thighs.

His body shape changed significantly, overall growing fatter, resembling a swollen living corpse.

He found a mirror, scrutinizing his appearance and nodded in satisfaction.

This magic spell came at the right time.

Its normal use is to erase all scents from the Lost Souls, change their appearance, body shape, and voice into living corpses with obvious distinctions from the Lost Souls.

At the same time, it also allows the Lost Souls to possess physiological characteristics such as heartbeat, body temperature, and pupil response, achieving the goal of blending into the society of the living.

The Spell Blueprints Noland got were only 50% complete.

The spell retains the functions of erasing the caster’s scent, modifying appearance, voice, and body shape.

But it lacks the effects of simulating heartbeat, body temperature, and pupil response.

And it also cannot change the eye color.

Honestly, it’s not a big problem.

Since Noland is alive, he naturally has things like heartbeats, and there is no need to use the spell to fake vital signs.

for the problem of eye color not being changeable, it’s even simpler: he could wear sunglasses or find someone with the same icy blue pupils as

known flaw but is almost as

changing appearance, the next step is to select

Noland carefully thought:

Sin Soldiers. There are many people in this type of team, and it is relatively easy to infiltrate. I have Deconstruction in hand, which can get the recent memory of the disguise object at any time, so I don’t have to worry too much about being exposed.”

later, late

fell as the gloomy evening wind

appears in the Suffering Borderland; the invisible oppressive atmosphere is always

the fortress, the morale

steam locomotive transport team heading through Sin Soldiers, drove along the dark

steam-powered

driving, while the

we’re almost

driver glanced at his companion, shaking his head

you not to go crazy at Refreshing Time. Now you’re all worn out from those crazy women

eyes in a slit, looking at the silhouette of the mountains at the end of the

least half an hour left before we get there. Let me sleep a

we go back, I’ll show those crazy women who

be over before it even

hard to the limit.

shadows fell from the pile of ruins on

obvious dents on the

emergency braking, parked

clenched the steering wheel, watching the falling boulders from the pile of ruins, still

in the passenger seat, was

rolled down and hit the car, his head

frame hit his head; the impact instantly knocked

slapped Ker’s face but couldn’t