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*”

mechanical arms implanted in his back and wearing round goggles came

guy was bald and had buckteeth jutting

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

his feet, carrying a bottle of Wheat Beer in each hand and barely managing to control the mechanical arms on his back to steady

and burped, he was completely oblivious to the gaze spying

closed the door and listened intently to the

the metal sluice gate, using his mechanical arm to knock on the door panel, giving

pushed against the door, and steadied the metal

turned around and left with a burp, leaving his back

silently opened the door, holding the Alchemical Hand Crossbow in his hand

brutally implanted into his body, connecting directly to 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

But Alchemy Slaves wouldn’t.

Alchemists had stripped them of their pain perception,

“Shoo-”

wind, a cold light shot toward the nape of

mumbled before reaching out to scratch his neck

his hand

back, he saw

“Am I hurt?”

Alchemy Slave fell to the ground, soon succumbing to

pain, there were no cries

agony, there was

Crossbow to

have

[Passive Deconstruction Activated! ]

standard panel for “Alchemy Slave,”

did not grant an Energy

are as

panel for “Alchemy

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