Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 144
Chapter 144: 89. Opening Drumbeat_3
Translator: 549690339
Because there was no need, no reason, to protect a person who wouldn’t be involved with him anymore at the risk of exposing himself.
Besides, she only interacted with him following the orders of Division Intelligence Unit Three, not out of genuine desire.
As Noland Lee has previously said:
If we could change the time, change the place, change our identities, and meet again, the outcome would naturally be better.
The fault lies in the identities of both parties and the timing of the encounter. After all, who wouldn’t be attracted to a gentle woman with voluptuous curves?
Noland was not someone filled with excessive kindness; he did not have the urge to protect Sully.
Therefore, whether it was Sully’s pretty face or her ample waist, none could move his heart.
Noland took off his shirt and stuffed it into the thatched pit, blocking the bubbling water surface.
The poisonous gas wafting out of the pit was immediately reduced.
Noland moved to the side of the door, squinting out.
Traces of toxic fog were already drifting out from the isolation rooms on both sides of the corridor.
The toxic gas snuck out through the window in the door, entered the bright corridor nonchalantly, travelled through the underground level’s ventilation system, slipped into the vents on the walls, and wafted towards other corners of the castle.
Noland took off his pants and plugged them into the small window on the door, slowing down the time it took for the outside poisonous gas to enter the room.
He had a way to survive in the toxic fog, but that would consume Energy Points and Soul Strength.
To save his limited casting resources, he needed to get a Breathing Mask as soon as possible.
Noland looked at the wall; his gaze penetrated through several walls and landed on the duty room of the guards.
He activated “Track the Living” and saw two guards fast asleep in the duty room.
“Gurgling, gurgling…’
Two muffled sounds came from the thatched pit in the corner.
A large amount of toxic gas spurted out from the gaps in the shirt, wandering around in the narrow isolation room.
Noland listened attentively to the outside noise, nodded to himself, and began calculating the best time to hold his breath.
“Hey hey! ”
“Bang bang bang!”
A soldier woke up from his dream, knocking on the door while shouting into the corridor:
“Hey hey hey! Guards! Quick! What the hell is happening! Cough cough… Why is there Undead poisonous gas in my room! Cough cough.
A hoarse cry for help came from another isolation room:
“Help! Quickly open the door! Cough cough… Help! Anyone there! Guards!”
The coughing and panting screams reached Noland’s ears and the third underground level became noisy.
Those soldiers, in pain, desperation, and helplessness, were like people being smothered by quicksand, or ducks sinking to the bottom of the water.
The guards they hoped for did not appear.
Only Noland knew that those two guards were already dead in their sleep.
Alcohol and poisonous fog from the water pits had taken their lives.
“Bang, Dang, Dang’. ‘
Nextdoor, a series of muffled knocks sounded as the soldier locked inside banged against the door like a madman.
The remaining soldiers also started to bang on the door, hoping to escape their tombs.
“Crash!” A door was forced open and hit the wall.
A powerful soldier, clutching his chest and coughing violently, walked out of the isolation room and staggered along the wall.
“Mate…cough cough… Help me…cough. Open the door for me.”
“Cough cough cough, quickly open the door, mate…l’m dying…cough cough cough”
“Open the door…open the door…”
The other soldiers in the isolation rooms, after having witnessed that soldier hazily entering the corridor, hastily cried out for help,
The soldier, who received everyone’s hope, fell to the ground with a loud thud after taking just a few steps in the corridor.
His fall seemed to be the opening beat to the chapter of death.
A series of heavy thuds came continuously from the isolation rooms.
In the blink of an eye, Noland Lee was the only living person left in the vast third underground level.
Noland Lee took a deep breath, held it, took down the pants blocking the window, and put them on..
He locked his gaze on the soldier’s corpse in the corridor and silently commanded:
“Rise, Lost Soul.”
Unseen energy waves followed Noland’s gaze and fell on the soldier’s corpse.
The soldier who had just lost his life, controlled like a puppet with pulled strings, moved his joints and slowly stood up from the ground.
“Ah- is this the power of controlling the dead? Quite fascinating indeed. No wonder so many people are drawn to death.”
Noland felt a silent exclamation as he gave an order to open the doors to his first undead servitor.
“I’m sorry, Korabo Legion. Given the chains and suffering you’ve inflicted on me, I won’t do anything for you in this feast of death. I will quietly watch as you step into your grave, turning into dust in the pages of history… I wonder how many soul fragments the death of the Extraordinary can bring me. Really looking forward to it.”
“Crash. ”
The dead outside opened the door for Noland, silently standing aside, welcoming their newly freed master.
“Mhhh-
Humming “Rise up Dead Man”, Noland emerged from the isolation room, leisurely as a poet strolling under the sun..
