Constructing-Style Wizard - Chapter 146
Chapter 146: 90. “Spy” Yuge_2
Translator: 549690339
“To climb the Blade Mountain Range, climbing axes and cable ropes are essential. Let me see where they are… Oh, my little treasures, so you are here.
Huh? There’s this stuff in the materials warehouse?”
Noland Lee came to the warehouse filled with wooden chests, picking up the cable rope with his left hand and wrapping it around his shoulder, fastening the climbing axe to his waist with his right hand. He glanced at a few wooden chests at the corner of the wall and hesitated slightly.
He quickly walked over, opened the lid, and took out a pair of brand new climbing boots and anti-skid gloves.
Taking a closer look at the black stamp on the wooden chest, Noland’s eyes narrowed as a glint flashed at the bottom of his eyes.
These few wooden chests contained military supplies to be transported to the Blade Mountain Range!
Noland swapped his boots and gloves, walked deeper into the warehouse for some distance, and took a lap around the stacked shelves with wooden chests.
“So, this warehouse is specifically used to store and transfer supplies. According to the logistics information on the stamp, there are eighty boxes of mountain supplies here that need to be transported to the Blade Mountain
Range as quickly as possible.”
Noland’s eyes flickered as he pondered and noted down the warehouse.
He closed the lid of the wooden chest, shut the warehouse gate, and wandered through the corridors on the underground layer 2.
One level up would be where the morgue and incineration furnace are located.
Noland immediately thought of the corpses of the Tomb-raiding Brothers.
He still hadn’t figured out what was so mysterious about these two corpses, and why those corpses also preserved in the morgue needed dozens or even hundreds of Energy Points to deconstruct 100%.
Noland knew there was something strange about it, and it might be related to the plans of the Undead Cult to attack the Legion Fortress.
Staring at the ceiling, he paced back and forth down the corridor of the second underground level, using “Tracking the Living” to glimpse the situation on the first underground level.
Upon observing, he immediately noticed something wrong.
There was a living person on the first underground level, and there was only one.
The person passed by one morgue room after another and lingered in front of each corpse cabinet in the morgue rooms.
From the changes in the red contour lines of the human body, it seemed that this person opened the corpse cabinet and then pushed the corpse inside onto the floor.
He repeated similar actions until he had pushed all the bodies in all the morgue rooms to the floor before he stopped.
Noland wondered in his heart but couldn’t figure out what the person was doing.
Moreover, could this person be that pale-skinned Sergeant Yog who seemed like he hadn’t seen sunlight for a long time?
The strange person on the first underground level entered a room and remained still inside it.
Noland followed him, arriving at the same position on the second underground level.
After some thought, Noland had basically determined the other party’s identity.
It was indeed that pale-skinned Sergeant Yog, and the room he was staying in now was his dormitory.
Instead of intending to escape in the face of the rapidly spreading undead poison fog, this guy was meddling with the corpses in the corpse cabinets…
What was he trying to do?
Noland didn’t dare to enter the staircase between the underground levels rashly without understanding the situation.
As Sergeant Yog stayed in the dormitory on the first underground level, Noland stood at the area directly below him.
If the other party didn’t move, neither would Noland.
This eerie standoff lasted for about 5 minutes.
As the undead poison fog was about to flood the second underground level, Sgt. Yog finally made new movements.
The red human body contours on him became much lighter, transforming from a red-hot branding iron to an almost transparent red phantom!
Noland’s heart trembled!
In the magic vision provided by “Tracking the Living,” the red human body contours symbolized the living.
The brighter the red light, the stronger the vigor of the person.
Conversely, dim red light and blurred contour lines were external manifestations of a weak body and thin living spirit.
Since the contour lines on Sergeant Yog had become very blurred, and the color was also dim, didn’t that mean he was about to die?
Noland frowned, realizing that things were not as simple as they seemed. Being cautious, he still didn’t step into the staircase space as the poisonous fog on the second underground level was about to drown his head.
At this moment, a chill-inducing cold breeze blew from the staircase, stirring the dark green poison fog on the second underground level and causing ripples.
Accompanied by the cold wind, Noland heard faint whispers.
He listened attentively for five seconds before his face changed slightly.
Sergeant Yog was actually chanting the ritual prayer for summoning undead spirits.
He was summoning grave zombies in large quantities!
Right inside the first underground level, right inside this Korabo Corps Fortress!
It was really unexpected that Yog, an imperial military officer with a sergeant major rank, was also a Death Notice Spy…
Wait, why did I say “also”?
Noland’s mouth twitched, feeling that the Korabo Legion was like a leaky, dilapidated house with gaps everywhere for Death Notice spies to infiltrate.
“Never mind, let’s not worry about this Yog. It’s a good thing to let him attract the attention of the Legion Fortress so that I won’t be stared at as soon as I return to the ground.”
Noland calmly glanced at the ceiling of the first underground level. The contour lines of Yog’s body were becoming even more blurred, and correspondingly, his vitality was rapidly thinning.
Noland knew that casting an undead summoning ritual in one’s living form must necessitate this outcome.
There was a crucial step in this summoning ritual.
That was to stimulate the death energy within the array and infuse it into the corpses, awakening the lost souls.
As the initiator of the ritual, Yog came into contact with the death energy through the array.
His body was washed away by the death energy, and his vitality declined significantly..
