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.

and the enemy’s line of

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

so he couldn’t fire Iron Thorn Shield

grenades, Noland focused all his attention on searching

Ferocious Hound Gang’s ranks, exploding large shards and shredding the gunmen

bushes behind Fars shuddered, and a huge werewolf leaped out,

was a coordinated

his own ranks to launch a

time, the Werewolf, still commanding the wolfdogs, circled

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

by the bulletproof water membrane, the werewolf

he couldn’t break through Fars’ water membrane in

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

this alchemist and his mountain spring water

werewolf laughed

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

to step into the bushes, a transparent lightning bolt

“Ahhhhh!”

like a madman, wailing like a ghost, completely disregarding the wolfdogs on the scene and his

ground, he frantically scrambled away from the battlefield, vanishing into the dark night within just a

left, the red-eyed wolfdogs began to foam at the

wolfdogs’ grasp, raising their guns and shooting at the

to the team, collapsing next to the

next time I need to leave some offensive runes on my alchemy stone,

up in the