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 round goggles came

guy was bald and

and stomach covered in scars and

unsteady on his feet, carrying a bottle of Wheat Beer in each

and burped, he was completely

door and listened intently to

sluice gate, using his mechanical arm to knock

against the door, and steadied the

turned around and left with a burp, leaving

in his hand and aiming it at

the spine. 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 people would have fainted long ago

But Alchemy Slaves wouldn’t.

them of their

“Shoo-”

a cold light shot

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

felt his hand was

back, he saw a bright red

“Am I hurt?”

Slave fell to the ground, soon

pain, there were no cries

of agony, there was

complete silence, Noland used the Alchemical Hand Crossbow to fire short

Message: You have killed

[Passive Deconstruction Activated! ]

you have unlocked the standard

not grant

are as

panel for

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