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.

security team’s pressure was greatly reduced, and the enemy’s line

raising his hand and shooting the grenade

fire Iron Thorn Shield Security

Noland focused all his attention

across the battlefield, landing in the Ferocious Hound Gang’s ranks, exploding large shards and shredding the gunmen who hadn’t mastered

behind Fars shuddered, and a huge werewolf leaped out, followed by a large group of drooling, red-eyed

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ranks to launch a surprise attack from the enemy’s

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

had just fired grenades, grasping their wrists with sharp teeth, shaking their

by the bulletproof water membrane, the werewolf lunged at

Fars’ water membrane in a short amount of

simply spread his arms, hugged Fars tightly, hooked his claws into the water membrane,

You Iron Thorn Shield trash, this alchemist and

laughed

by the wolfdogs, and couldn’t even raise their guns, let alone use bullets to stop the werewolf

was about to step into the bushes, a transparent lightning bolt struck from behind

“Ahhhhh!”

a madman, wailing like

the battlefield, vanishing into the dark night within

left, the red-eyed wolfdogs began to foam at the mouth and fell

themselves from the wolfdogs’ grasp,

to the team, collapsing next to the motorcycle, patting his chest

some offensive runes on my alchemy stone,

up in the direction where the werewolf had disappeared,