Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 119
Chapter 119: 82. Escape the Natural Barrier
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Noland Lee stood beside the magic wand deep in thought, his gaze moving across the Magic Protective Cover, seemingly discerning the Undead Runes on it.
He raised the Rune Staff, glancing around, giving the signal that he was about to modify the Undead Runes, allowing the surrounding warrant officers to be mentally prepared.
Captain Murphy said:
“Modify the Undead Runes without hesitation. Even if there are mistakes, causing the ‘Death Storm’, it doesn’t matter. The power of this Magic Protective Cover is weak and not enough to threaten your lives and ours.”
“Yes, Chief Officer.”
Noland nodded, extended the Rune Staff, and placed the tip on the surface of the Magic Protective Cover.
After drawing more than a dozen lines in a row, a crack opened on the Magic Protective Cover, and black Death Energy spewed out from it, soon dissipating and disappearing in the air.
The breaths of the warrant officers around became heavy, seemingly shocked by the sight.
Noland put down the Rune Staff and said in the surprised eyes of the officers:
“Report, Chief Officer. I only know a small part of the Undead Runes on this Magic Protective Cover. I have modified the Undead Runes I recognize. As for the remaining Undead Runes, I did not take the initiative to modify them on my own.”
“Well done, Jarvis,” Captain Murphy closed the metal box and put it back at her feet. Then she said to the warrant officers on both sides:
“Do you believe it now? As long as you have the original text and translation, and the Rune Staff, anyone can modify the Undead Runes, not just the monks of the Undead Cult or the members of the Death Herald Guild.”
Lieutenant Slyke Thompson placed his ten fingers on the table, exchanged glances with the other officers at the meeting place, and nodded to each other.
Lieutenant Slyke Thompson said:
“Well then, Commander Murphy, we accept your proposal. Private Second Class
Jarvis may join the Elite Squad and assist us in military actions near the Underground River. However, we reserve our opinion on Private Second Class Jarvis’s loyalty.”
Lieutenant Slyke Thompson flipped through the files in front of him:
“We noticed that Private Second Class Jarvis has not received a systematic education from the Empire’s Military Academy. In other words, there is no credible record in terms of the loyalty assessment. He never swore under the Holy Statue of the Emperor. In contrast, Corporal Mars, as a distinguished graduate of the Empire’s Military Academy, possesses ample conviction and unquestionable loyalty, and has also studied modern literature and educational sciences.”
Lieutenant Slyke Thompson paused and looked at the frosty Captain Murphy and said:
“We hope Corporal Mars could also participate in this mission, serving as a full-time supervisor for Private Second Class Jarvis. The translation should be handed over to Corporal Mars. If there is a chance to cooperate again in the future, we hope it would be Corporal Mars who modifies the Undead Runes. Or, Private Second Class Jarvis, who completed the education from the Imperial
Military Academy, could undertake this task.”
Captain Murphy slowly exhaled a puff of smoke:
“Cultivating talents in history is not an easy task, Slyke. Jarvis was able to memorize the translation in such a short time and accurately modify the Undead Runes – this is due to his knowledge accumulation over the past few years, not luck or military training. However, since you mentioned it, it indeed is a problem. After Jarvis finishes these two Legion Tasks, I will find an opportunity to send him to the Empire’s Military Academy.”
Lieutenant Slyke Thompson opened his mouth hesitantly and said: . Commander Murphy, perhaps you forgot something …”
“No, I didn’t.”
Commander Murphy stopped the topic, extinguished the cigarette butt, and looked towards the officers present:
“Since you have decided to let Private Second Class Jarvis join the action, go and get prepared. In half an hour, set off on time… Jarvis stay, others are dismissed.”
“Yes, Chief Officer.”
The officers stood up, saluted, passed by Noland’s side, and left the tent.
After the others left, Captain Murphy spoke to Noland, who was alone in the tent:
“Intelligence Department 4’s spies reported that the Undead Cult is transporting a shipment of critical magical ore. A fleet of six cargo ships will come through the Grave 717 below. The Grave 717 riot is related to this Undead Fleet.
“In fact, wherever this Undead Fleet went, the Grave Vaults would riot. The so-called Grave Vault riots are measures taken by the Undead Cult to prevent the Empire from destroying the shipping. We have only recently discovered this fact.”
Watching the changing expression on Noland’s face, Captain Murphy continued:
“The Undead Cult has established outposts along the Underground River. If we want to sabotage the Undead Fleet and intercept the shipping, we must destroy the Necromancer’s Outpost. The core area of the outpost has a Magic Protective Shield. Your task, under the cover of the team, is to modify the Undead Runes and dismantle the Magic Protective Shield. As long as you dismantle one Magic Protective Shield, you will have completed this Legion Task. When you return to the ground, you will cooperate with the Thales’ army to clean up Grave 717 and complete two Legion Tasks at once.”
“Yes, Chief Officer.”
Captain Murphy blew out a fragrant smoke, “Do you have any questions, Jarvis?”
After thinking for a while, Noland asked:
“Chief Officer, from what I know, people with a stain on their life cannot enter the Military Academy, can they?”
“Oh, yes. That’s just what Slyke wanted to say.”
Captain Murphy extended her fair fingers and rubbed them on her temple, worry showing on her exquisite face:
