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 round goggles came into

bald and had buckteeth jutting

jacket without buttons, exposing his chest and stomach covered in scars and suture lines.

of Wheat Beer in each hand and barely managing to control the mechanical arms on his back

and burped, he was

listened intently to the movements

Alchemy Slave came to the metal sluice gate, using his mechanical arm to knock on

latch, pushed against the

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

door, holding the Alchemical Hand Crossbow in his hand and aiming it

arm and skin, a patch of worm-like rotten flesh and large amounts of black, filthy blood were present. Ordinary people would have

But Alchemy Slaves wouldn’t.

them of their pain perception,

“Shoo-”

breaking wind, a cold light

before

felt his hand

it back, he saw a

“Am I hurt?”

Slave fell to the ground, soon succumbing to massive arterial

there were no cries of

there

to fire short crossbow bolts,

You have

[Passive Deconstruction Activated! ]

the standard

not grant

results are

panel for “Alchemy

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