Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 199:105. Mysterious Ray Lee_2

“Alright, Captain.” Mark nodded, reaching into his backpack and distributing five grenades to the other team members.

Kent pulled out a pendant from under his clothes, grabbed a grayish light ball from his own alchemy stone, and slapped it on his head.

The gray light ball melted like ice, spreading from Kent’s head to his feet.

In just a second’s time, a plain-looking gray armor appeared on Kent’s body.

On his head was a cylindrical metal helmet, with two metal horns pointing towards the heavens on top.

In his left hand, he held a metal round shield, and in his right hand, a rifle with an ax attached to the barrel.

Kent took a deep breath, stomping his foot hard on the ground, leaving a crater in the grass, and rocketed into the sky like a cannonball.

A brief gust of wind brushed past Noland Lee’s head, and Kent had already disappeared into battle mode.

Noland looked up to see Kent flying in an arc in the air.

Heading straight towards the opposite team, a dull iron-gray glow appeared on his body, blocking all bullets.

At the moment he landed, violent gunshots erupted from the Ferocious Hound Gang’s ranks, sounding like the piercing roar of an executioner before carrying out their sentence, as one burst of bloody blossoms bloomed in the dark night.

was greatly reduced, and the

the grenade!” Mark growled, raising his hand and shooting the grenade lodged

fire Iron Thorn Shield Security Firm’s

grenades, Noland focused all his attention on searching for

Hound Gang’s ranks, exploding large shards and shredding the gunmen who hadn’t mastered Extraordinary

behind Fars shuddered, and a huge werewolf leaped out,

was a

to launch a surprise attack

the same time, the Werewolf, still commanding the wolfdogs, circled behind the security team, aiming

group of frenzied red-eyed wolfdogs rushed in, attacking the security team members who had just fired grenades, grasping

bulletproof water membrane, the werewolf lunged at

through Fars’ water membrane in a short amount of

hugged Fars tightly, hooked his claws into the water membrane, forcibly restrained Fars, bit down on his head, and turned

alchemist and

werewolf laughed

by the wolfdogs, and couldn’t even

into the bushes, a transparent

“Ahhhhh!”

immediately let go of Fars and fled like a madman, wailing like

the ground, he frantically scrambled away from the battlefield, vanishing into the dark

foam at the mouth

themselves from the wolfdogs’ grasp,

the team, collapsing next to the motorcycle,

on my alchemy stone, so I don’t get ripped off like prey

up in the direction where the werewolf had