Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 240:113. “Throwing Money” Spell_4

[3. Significant recent memories of these two Alchemy Slaves:]

(Too gruesome to reveal, hence skipped)

Noland Lee skimmed through the manufacturing method of the alchemical slaves, his scalp tingling with horror.

The illegal alchemists of the Black City were treating humans like tools and beasts.

They had installed numerous alchemical items onto the alchemical slaves, such as mechanical arms, tool bags, material packs, water containers, and so on, which was sheer madness.

Its madness rivaled the zeal of the Tatis Empire in its development of biochemical soldiers.

Noland Lee held his breath, closed the panel information of the “Alchemy Slaves,” and didn’t bother to look at their recent memories.

He tightened his grip on the firearm and began to retreat.

No messages from the system had come regarding any damage inflicted on the alchemist of Black City, indicating that the fellow had been unscathed in the explosion just now.

At this moment, there was no other sound in the vertical shaft, apart from the sound of debris sliding off the wall structure.

It was obvious that the Black City Alchemist was feigning negligence, intending to lull the Iron Thorn Shield security personnel on the third underground level into thinking he was dead.

Noland Lee was not hoodwinked by him, thanks to the System.

That Black City Alchemist, having survived unhurt, must certainly be planning a treacherous counterattack.

Noland Lee tread lightly, maintaining the magical line of sight of “Tracking the Living,” and keeping his eyes pinned on the Vertical Shaft Entrance.

“Strange, can the Black City Alchemist hold his breath that long? There isn’t a single movement… ‘

Noland Lee retreated all the way back to the corridor entrance without noticing anyone climbing up from the bottom of the vertical shaft.

He did not let his guard down, his gaze still locked onto the Wellhead. Suddenly, the small shadows wriggling at the wellhead caught Noland Lee’s attention.

from the Wellhead, they clung to the Mucus Carpet and swam

was noteworthy that those small shadows did not appear to

not have red outlines in the magical vision

more cautious and fired a deconstruction technique at the

could check the system messages, dozens of tiny

again, making consecutive dodges in the corridor, and

“Click, click, click…”

in time, and several tiny shadows hit him, shattering the “Magic Shield” covering

are not security personnel? Who are you? How

of a wizard?” A surprised voice echoed

Lee didn’t bother to spare any

tiny shadows paused, he crouched, steadied his body,

“Bang, bang, bang…”

“Whizz, whizz, whizz..

that hit the tiny

an eyebrow at the

conjured up an object impervious

What exactly is it?

where is that Black

calmly replaced the emptied revolvers, maintaining a constant output of firepower while looking at the system messages in his

face, concealed under the breathing mask, looked

indeed the

be precise, they

Message: You have caused slight

Kodar”.]

[Passive Deconstruction Activated!]

degree of deconstruction of the target has increased from 0% to

some partial panel

[Name]Kodar

official member of the Blackbone Secret Society,

Hermit [Strength]