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

guy was bald and had

chest and stomach covered in scars and suture lines. Liquid-filled soft tubes were

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

was completely oblivious to the

gently closed the door and listened intently to the movements

his mechanical arm to knock on the door panel, giving the closed gate a

latch, pushed against the door,

was completely still, the Alchemy Slave turned around and left with a burp, leaving his back exposed

in his hand and aiming

the spine. At the junction of the arm and skin, a patch of worm-like rotten flesh and

But Alchemy Slaves wouldn’t.

them of their pain

“Shoo-”

cold light shot toward the nape

before reaching out to scratch his

felt his hand

he saw a

“Am I hurt?”

to the ground, soon succumbing

pain, there were

cries of agony, there was no alarm

Hand Crossbow to fire short crossbow bolts, drawing

Message: You have

[Passive Deconstruction Activated! ]

have unlocked the standard panel

not grant

are

individualized panel for

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