Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 385: 137. Boarding and Reconnaissance_3

Noland Lee slightly lowered his head, looking through the floor beneath him towards the middle deck.

Activating “Life and Death Tracking”, his eyes turned pitch-black, allowing Lee to see the neatly arranged Biochemical Soldiers stationed in the middle deck.

All facilities on the middle deck had been removed, artificially transformed into a four-level open dormitory.

The open dormitory stretched from the bow of the middle deck all the way to the ship’s stern, each level filled with sleeping biochemical soldiers.

These soldiers, altered from normal people, lay shoulder to shoulder on the open dormitory, their eyes closed and their breathing steady.

Their brains, covered by glass covers, pulsed at an extremely slow frequency. The soft tubes connected to their heads steadily transmitted fluid.

Each biochemical soldier had a pipe connected to their chest. White steam flowed from within the soldiers into the pipe, travelled along the pipeline into the power room on the lower deck, pushing the fan blades, providing power to the entire ship.

Obviously, this was a cargo ship powered by sleeping Biochemical soldiers.

Noland Lee patted Derek Davis’s shoulder and said softly,

“Magic Vision tells me there are many, many people in the middle deck. You go and see what’s happening.”

Derek turned his head, saw Lee’s jet-black eyes, assumed it was an external manifestation of magic, and was not surprised.

He nodded, made a gesture, and directed the mechanical crab into the staircase leading to the middle deck.

After skillfully avoiding several patrol teams, the mechanical crab successfully infiltrated the middle deck.

“Hiss… So these are the Biochemical soldiers? The sketch you drew is quite accurate. Their brains are exposed as if split bare.”

Derek Davis took a deep breath, his eyes full of shock.

He furrowed his brow, relying on the crab’s vision brought by ‘Perceptual Link,’ quickly counting the number of biochemical soldiers.

“Four floors of open dormitory, twenty rows on each floor… There are about two thousand biochemical soldiers here?!”

Derek Davis lowered his voice, full of astonishment.

He thought for half a second and said,

“It’s a tricky situation, Noland. This many biochemical soldiers is far more than what we can handle. I’ll go check out the lower deck first, once we ascertain the quantity of goods in the hold, we should retreat immediately.”

Just as Derek was about to control the mechanical crab, he was interrupted by Noland Lee.

on his shoulder, raising a

gathered, they’re heading towards the middle deck.

the gloved right

apart from the bed boards, it’s only the Biochemical soldiers. If those Empire people come to the middle deck to inspect the Biochemical soldiers,

“Thump, thump, thump…”

Noland Lee and Derek Davis. All patrol teams left

right hand sped up its gesture changes, seemingly pressed for time in finding a place for the mechanical crab

seconds later, the movements

sigh of relief

alchemical construct is hidden. Where are those

the wall, followed the moving patrol

walked to the

observing for a

to the lower deck. Do you want your mechanical crab to follow? The cargo hold on the lower deck should be locked.

a try. Let’s see if there’s a chance to slip in.” Derek’s

there really isn’t an opportunity to inspect the cargo hold,

for a moment and

The documents that Cindy found for me included the height and weight of the captain. The real captain is supposed to be medium-built, thin, not a brawny, tall individual. Just looking at this person’s figure, he’s more robust than the sailors going back and forth

and

and the captain on this ship probably aren’t the original lot, Derek. They are likely

Derek slowly nodded:

no, it should be said that the real situation is like this. Ordinary crew members and captains don’t have the ability to deal with biochemical soldiers. I also found that the crew is extremely vigilant, having clearly undergone military training. Especially the squad leader of the patrol team. Their senses are very sharp. If not for the camouflage runes on my alchemical constructs, they would have discovered us long ago. What do you estimate

is at least a lieutenant. I saw a black ink spray on the back of their heads. It’s the mark of elite fighters.

paused

I initially thought. Let’s do this. I’ll only

Both men fell silent.

focused on controlling the

the other hand, stared at the captain’s

two things he did were

Imperial Major on

sent out a deconstruction

[System Message:]

are about to use Deconstruction on “Unnamed

consumption of 4000 energy Points, Deconstruction can reach

[Attention!]

deconstructing this character will

harmless deconstruction

three unusual things about this