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.

his Engineering Hammer, nor could he estimate how much blood he

vision began to blur, beads of sweat hung on his eyelids, and waves of blood loss-induced

the enemy’s aggression with his body’s instinct to survive, allowing the pain of torn wounds to accumulate in every corner of his

felt as if he was on a vast, boundless battlefield, surrounded by endless enemies on

either grip the oars and fight for survival or, float along with the waves

here, my journey

or five seconds, he fell into a state of spiritual collapse due to excessive

on! Support

the blade in front of

many enemies! We need to

soldier in the team

job of awakening the undead and killing some of them with us… but after all, he’s just a Sin Soldier… I mean… it’s time for Sin Soldier No. 888 to respond to the call of the

Noland

than throwing him to the Skeleton Warriors. He would use the large amount of Biochemical Bait on his

felt there was no chance of survival, and he would undoubtedly become a puddle

a Skeleton Warrior’s skull to prove that he

excessive weakness, his hammer only made the Skeleton Warrior stagger

the feedback from his touch and knew his attack was

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

tightened his grip on

I reject your

the sacred mission

“But not now!