Constructing-Style Wizard

Translator: 549690339

Over time, the battle situation rapidly intensified.

Skeleton Hounds slowed down the speed of the reconnaissance squad’s retreat, while the vast Skeleton Ocean surrounded them, trapping the squad in a fierce battle with the fearless undead spirit and deadly Bone Swords.

Noland Lee, as a Sin Soldier, stood at the forefront of the squad against the enemy.

On his left and right sides were Imperial Soldiers, behind him was an endless stone staircase, and in front of him were Skeleton Warriors with hollow, soulless eyes and eerie purple lights radiating from their skulls.

Not only did he have to maintain the steady line and slowly retreat upward, but he also had to be vigilant against the attacks of the Skeleton Warriors and Skeleton Hounds.

It could be said that he was multitasking and operating with his hands and feet all the time, with no room for mistakes.

One second, he swung his Engineering Hammer, smashing the head of a Skeleton Warrior.

The next second, he had to thrust the handle of the hammer to block the bite of a Skeleton Hound.

If he wasn’t careful enough to keep up with the enemy’s attack rhythm, his legs, arms, and abdomen would be cut by sharp bone swords, spilling his blood onto the ground and walls.

Blood seeped out of the narrow wounds, staining his Sin Soldier uniform, flowing down his clothes and trouser legs, filling his shoes, soaking his socks and the soles of his shoes.

The problem that came with it was slippery feet and unstable weight.

As for the dizziness and tinnitus caused by blood loss, it seemed like the death knell ringing in his head, echoing, echoing, until death.

couldn’t remember how many times he had swung his Engineering Hammer, nor could he estimate how

hung on his eyelids, and waves of blood loss-induced

with his body’s instinct to survive, allowing the pain

if he was on a vast, boundless battlefield,

a flatboat sailing on a vast ocean: either grip the oars and fight for survival

my journey as

in his heart, forcing himself to be more mindful, but within three or five seconds, he fell into a state of spiritual

on! Support

deflect the blade in front of Noland, grabbed his arm, and pulled him back from the edge

Officer, there are too many enemies! We need to

in the team called

a Sin Soldier… I mean… it’s time for Sin Soldier No. 888

this, Noland suddenly

Skeleton Warriors. He would use the large amount of Biochemical Bait on his body to hold back the enemy and ensure the safe withdrawal of

this scenario were to happen, Noland felt there was no chance of survival, and he would undoubtedly become a puddle of mud torn apart by

Skeleton Warrior’s skull to prove that he still had the

made the Skeleton Warrior stagger a little, without flying

his touch

to prove himself had already failed, leaving a trace of desolation spreading in his

Mars suddenly tightened his grip on Noland’s arm and conveyed a firm

I reject

to adulthood, taught us patience, struggle, perseverance, and fight. When the sacred mission arrives, we will naturally accept

“But not now!