Constructing-Style Wizard

Translator: 549690339

The exterior of the steam locomotive was almost indistinguishable from a large, mobile black coffin.

It had a square iron body, four iron-clad wheels, and a front-facing steam boiler that released puffs of white steam with a gurgling sound.

From a traveler’s perspective, it resembled a tractor…

After departing from the Korabo Legion Fortress, the steam locomotive entered a desolate area filled with ruins.

Lacking any suspension for the carriage, it moved up and down along the rough terrain.

Noland Lee held onto the edge of a seat to steady himself.

The journey on the steam locomotive lasted much longer than Noland Lee had anticipated.

From the time he boarded until the faint glow of sunset penetrated the cloudy sky, at least four hours had passed.

Just as the setting sun was about to disappear, the steam locomotive finally came to a halt at a temporary campsite.

Such a lengthy journey had completely drained Noland Lee’s energy, leaving him weak and famished.

By the time he got off the train on an empty stomach and was led by a soldier into a single-person tent, all light had vanished from the sky, replaced by slowly rolling dark clouds.

…

Inside the single-person tent, a coal lamp in the corner emitted a warm glow.

Noland Lee held a tray and shoved the pasty dinner into his mouth.

“Chief Officer.” a soldier outside raised his hand to salute as a person approached.

Noland Lee looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a military officer entering the tent.

Noland Lee immediately put down his tray and stood up, saying:

“Good evening, Chief Officer.”

The newcomer took off his cap, revealing short blond hair and handsome features. Although he wasn’t as bulky as the Imperial Lieutenant, he stood tall and strong.

He placed the cap on the bedside table and glanced up and down at Noland Lee, seemingly scrutinizing him and also confirming his identity.

Unexpectedly to Noland Lee, the officer’s tone was quite gentle, unlike the other cold soldiers.

right? A

Chief Officer,” Noland Lee forced a smile, “but that’s all in the

officer extended his hand to Noland Lee as if he was a

and quickly extended his right hand

lead my team

squeezed Noland

Sin Soldier No. 888, I’ve never been good with numbers, and names are easier to remember… Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing how you perform against the

Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and give my

spoke calmly,

superior—Corporal

spoken by Corporal Mars weighed heavily on Noland Lee’s

reconnaissance teams faced the most

held true even when facing

greater was the danger when facing

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

Mars took a seat on a chair

Undead Cult has been going on for quite some time. From the fall of the Ancient Tatis Dynasty to the rise of the New Empire, the shadow of the Undead Cult has lingered over the Empire, causing fear and unrest.

fragments flashed through Noland Lee’s mind, all

law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents spread

a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking

a drastic change in temperament, becoming gloomy and secretive, much like the weather in the Suffering Borderland. They would secretly plot dangerous events, endangering the lives of

deeply hidden in society, but eventually, they were rooted out by the

the Undead Cult scriptures have caused great damage to the Empire through

“Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary enemy of

social events jointly sent a warning to

forbidden writings of the Undead Cult,

Lee’s gaze trembled slightly, responding without

is limited to the education I received

the academy or joining local adventure teams to appraise ancient relics,

you have not read the Undead

Corporal Mars smiled:

an officer like me from Intelligence Department

retrieving an envelope from it and held in

receive treatment that is significantly different from other Sin Soldiers. I

should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the other hand,

to Noland Lee, signaling the latter

Lee caught a glimpse of the contents. His pupils contracted sharply as he immediately

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.