Constructing-Style Wizard

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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.

A history

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

he was

somewhat taken aback, and quickly extended his right hand to shake

introduce ourselves properly. I’m Lulenna Mars, a sergeant of the Korabo Legion Tomb Cleanup Squad. My duty is to lead my team on reconnaissance missions. I am your current and future superior, and you are the

Noland Lee’s hand

you Sin Soldier No. 888, I’ve never been good with numbers, and names are

a Sin Soldier. I will follow orders and give

Lee spoke calmly, but

from other Sin Soldiers. His superior—Corporal Mars—was also

Corporal Mars

well known that reconnaissance teams

true even when

greater was the danger when facing

“Sit down, let’s talk.”

seat on a chair opposite the

know that the war between the Empire and the 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

flashed through Noland Lee’s mind, all taken from

many people were executed by local law enforcement after reading the corrupt documents spread by the

after reading the documents, falling into a frenzy of self-mutilation or attacking others, and were killed on the spot by security

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

hidden in society, but eventually, they were rooted

more, the followers of the Undead Cult scriptures have caused great

illegal organization known as the “Death Herald Guild” and have been the primary enemy of Division Intelligence

events jointly sent a warning to

the forbidden writings of the Undead Cult, or severe

trembled slightly, responding

knowledge of the Undead Cult is limited to the education I received at Bowerthain City College,

teams to appraise ancient relics, I have never come into contact with any

not read the Undead

Corporal Mars smiled:

an officer like me from Intelligence Department 4, but a special agent from

retrieving an envelope from it and

that is significantly different from other Sin

Empire and should not be treated as a cheap consumable. On the other hand, it’s because of this letter in my

Lee, signaling

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

“Chief Officer…this letter…”

Corporal Mars said:

“Listen, Jarvis.