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

guy was bald and had

in scars and suture lines. Liquid-filled soft tubes were inserted into various parts

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

he was completely oblivious

closed the door and listened intently

arm to knock on the door panel, giving the closed gate

the door latch, pushed against the door, and steadied

completely still, the Alchemy Slave turned around and left with a burp, leaving

in his hand and aiming it at

to the spine. 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.

had stripped them of their pain perception,

“Shoo-”

breaking wind, a cold light shot toward the nape of the Alchemy Slave’s

before reaching out to scratch his neck

his hand

he saw

“Am I hurt?”

Slave fell to the ground, soon

were no cries

of agony, there was

Crossbow to fire short crossbow bolts, drawing

Message: You have killed

[Passive Deconstruction Activated! ]

unlocked the standard panel

not grant an Energy

results are

panel

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