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

shadows

not have red outlines in the magical vision of “Tracking

fired a

messages, dozens of tiny shadows turned into black sharp arrows and shot towards

again and again, making consecutive dodges in the corridor, and quickly retreated several meters

“Click, click, click…”

tiny shadows hit him, shattering

Who are you? How come you

A surprised voice echoed in

bother to spare any words

moment the tiny shadows paused, he crouched, steadied his body,

“Bang, bang, bang…”

“Whizz, whizz, whizz..

that hit the tiny

an eyebrow at

City Alchemist had conjured up

What exactly is it?

is that Black

output of firepower

surprised, and his face, concealed under the breathing mask, looked somewhat taken

indeed the

they are the “Blackbone

Message: You have caused slight

Kodar”.]

[Passive Deconstruction Activated!]

of the target has

some

[Name]Kodar

An official member of the Blackbone Secret

[Strength] First