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*”

his back and wearing

guy was bald and had

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

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

he was completely oblivious to the gaze

gently closed the door and listened intently

mechanical arm to knock on the

pushed against the door, and steadied the

confirmed that the door panel was completely still, the Alchemy Slave turned around and left with a burp, leaving his back exposed to

in his hand and aiming it at

the junction of the arm and skin, a patch of worm-like rotten flesh and large amounts of black, filthy

But Alchemy Slaves wouldn’t.

City Alchemists had stripped them of

“Shoo-”

sound of breaking wind, a cold light shot toward the

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

felt his hand

back, he saw a bright

“Am I hurt?”

Alchemy Slave fell to the ground, soon succumbing to massive

were no

of agony, there was no

Alchemical Hand Crossbow to fire short crossbow bolts, drawing first

have

[Passive Deconstruction Activated! ]

you have unlocked the standard panel for “Alchemy Slave,”

did not grant an Energy

results are as

panel

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