Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 273

Chapter 273: 118. Mysterious Connection_3

Scouting Bell Beetles and attack type Alchemy Beetles responsible for stealth attacks were among the tools that the Blackbone Hermit had devised to guard against attacks.

As Noland Lee opened the sluice gate, the Alchemy Beetles lying in wait on the walls had already detected his presence.

These Alchemy Beetles should have sounded the alarm, but unfortunately, Noland was currently neither alive, an Alchemist, nor an Aberration.

He was now a “dead man.”

It was evident that the Blackbone Hermit had not issued any orders for his little treasures to watch the “dead.”

Therefore, Noland’s arrival did not alert the Alchemy Beetles.

Noland shut some of the doors, leaving only a barely visible crack.

His gaze penetrated the crack, staring intently at the corridor behind the door.

“Come on, just one patrolling Alchemy Slave is enough. Just don’t let the

Blackbone Hermit show up, or I’ll have to resort to my backup plan.”

Perhaps hearing his prayers, a faint sound of footsteps approached from the distance.

“Patter, patter…”

The person’s steps were erratic, his pace sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

He also drank alcohol while walking.

“Glug, glug. Ah- so refreshing- The Wheat Beer up on the ground level is so much better than the one in the Black City- Thankfully, I’m cunning enough to have seized the opportunity to patrol on Underground Layer 10, or else where would I find this treasure-I‘

“Glug, glug. *burp*”

arms implanted in his back and wearing

was bald and had buckteeth jutting

scars and suture lines.

from side to side, unsteady on his feet, carrying a bottle of Wheat Beer in each hand and barely managing to

drank, and burped, he was

and listened intently

came to the metal sluice gate, using his mechanical arm to knock on the door panel, giving the closed gate a simple

door latch, pushed against the

the door panel was completely still, the Alchemy Slave turned around and

the door, holding the Alchemical Hand Crossbow in his hand and aiming it at the Alchemy Slave’s

At the junction of the arm and skin, a patch of worm-like rotten flesh and large amounts of black, filthy blood were present. Ordinary

But Alchemy Slaves wouldn’t.

had stripped them of

“Shoo-”

sound of breaking wind, a cold light

itches-” The Alchemy Slave mumbled before reaching out to scratch his

felt his hand was

saw

“Am I hurt?”

the ground, soon

were no cries

cries of agony, there was no

to fire short crossbow bolts, drawing first blood in this

Message: You have killed

[Passive Deconstruction Activated! ]

standard panel for “Alchemy Slave,”

not grant

are as

individualized panel for “Alchemy

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