Constructing-Style Wizard

- 31: 23. Watch people serve dishes now

: 23. Watch people serve dishes now

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Looking at the faint tension in Noland Lee’s eyes, the Scarred Sin Soldier

couldn’t stop sneering.

He threw a straight punch, his fist stabbing toward Noland Lee’s chest like a dagger.

Noland Lee caught the attack trajectory of the Scarred Sin Soldier, tried his best to dodge the heavy blow by twisting his body.

But the Scarred Sin Soldier’s other hand was always gripping Noland Lee’s shoulder…

“Thud.” A dull sound.

The sandbag-like fist grazed Noland Lee’s chest and smashed into his arm.

Pain spread throughout his body.

At least this was a better result of his effort to dodge than being hit squarely in the heart.

The Scarred Sin Soldier swung his fist again.

As Noland Lee made a movement to dodge, he suddenly realized it was a feint.

It was apparent that the Scarred Sin Soldier had a wealth of hand-to-hand combat experience.

As he swung his fist, his right foot hooked onto Noland Lee’s lower leg, instantly causing him to lose his balance.

Before Noland Lee could steady himself with both hands on the ground, the Scarred Sin Soldier swung another punch, hitting him in the abdomen.

The body left behind by the Original Master for Noland Lee had neither eight-pack abs nor a layer of fat to protect him.

The iron-weighted punch on such a stomach caused an actual critical hit.

Noland Lee only felt a storm of pain in his stomach, as if it were being whipped repeatedly by a soaked whip.

At this moment, the three Soul-binding Stone Tomb spirits arrived dozens of meters above the two heads, staring down at the two humans below with their crimson eyes.

The Stone Tomb Bound Spirits didn’t care about why the enemies were fighting; they just wanted to take away the life and soul of humans.

Seizing the opportunity while the two humans were fighting, they hovered in the air for a moment and then dived.

The Scarred Sin Soldier detected the threat from the air.

He grabbed the collar and waistband of Noland Lee’s clothes, picking him up from the ground and holding him horizontally over his head.

Looking at Noland Lee’s face twisted in pain, the Scarred Sin Soldier laughed arrogantly:

“Hahaha! You brat, go feed the Undead! Remember the reminder your grandpa gave you, don’t be so arrogant in your next life!”

Tears blurred Noland Lee’s vision as the pain in his abdomen stimulated his tear glands.

He barely suppressed the pain in his abdomen, and upon hearing the Scarred Sin Soldier’s words, he immediately realized that the situation was bad.

Without giving Noland Lee a chance to struggle, the Scarred Sin Soldier gathered his strength, spun in place while holding Noland Lee, and threw him into the diving Soul-binding Stone Tomb spirits.

Noland spun halfway in mid-air, caught a glimpse of the spirits that were attacking him, and immediately raised both hands to make two hand signs.

Big brother! I am one of you, big brother! The yelling muscleman below is your enemy, not me!

Maybe the hand signs worked. The three Stone Tomb Bound Spirits in the air looked at Noland Lee, hesitated for a moment, then changed direction, passing by his side and rushing straight toward the Scarred Sin Soldier.

Standing on the ground, the Scarred Sin Soldier had not yet escaped far when he looked back and saw Noland Lee falling and the three spirits plunging toward him.

“Damn it! Hell! Why didn’t they tear that kid apart! Do the undead also pick and choose?!”

The Scarred Sin Soldier felt a chill.

His plan to use Noland Lee to hold off the spirits had failed!

His eyes glanced at the gun that had fallen to the ground, and he promptly lunged for it, rolling on the ground, picking up the gun, and hurriedly shooting.

By the time Noland Lee heard the gunshots, his body had just hit the ground.

A bullet whizzed dangerously past his ear, startling him into a cold sweat.

Dodging the Scarred Sin Soldier’s line of fire and assessing the situation, Noland Lee touched his sore, numb arm and painfully aching stomach, feeling his heart go cold.

On the left were three spirits chasing the Scarred Sin Soldier, blocking the shortest route to reunite with Corporal Mars.

The Scarred Sin Soldier was doomed to perish under the soul binding.

Once he died, Noland Lee would be the next target of the soul-binding Stone Tomb.

Sergeant Alvin Stafford’s army was over a hundred meters away. If Noland ran over there, he would undoubtedly become a target for other Stone Tomb Bound Spirits.

But if he didn’t run towards Corporal Mars and didn’t join Alvin Stafford’s army, where should he go?

Noland furrowed his brows and quickly pondered over it.

Every time a soldier died, their soul would be taken by the Soul-binding Stone Tomb and turned into a new Stone Tomb Bound Spirit.

A few living soldiers, due to their weak willpower, had their souls extracted by the Soul-binding Stone Tomb while in a trance, and turned into hollow mummies.

Under such circumstances, the number of Stone Tomb Bound Spirits remained virtually unchanged, but the number of soldiers visibly decreased.

If they couldn’t destroy the Stone Tomb, everyone would eventually be consumed by the Soul-binding Stone Tomb.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Most importantly, the two death-related spells of the Soul-binding Stone Tomb hadn’t been used yet.

Whether it was the “Death Pulse” or the “Fanatic Command,” either would bring the already precarious morale to the brink of collapse.

Noland knew very well how critical the situation was.

Even if he escaped, he would be executed as a deserter by the soldiers on the first floor of the Grave Vault, which would be even worse than taking his chances at the Stone Tomb.

So, his only choice was:

Hurry up and circle around the Scarred Sin Soldier and the Bound Spirit, then catch up with Corporal Mars as quickly as possible.

Noland didn’t hesitate, running in an arc around the Scarred Sin Soldier towards the direction of the Stone Tomb.

“Bang! Bang!”

Two gunshots sounded near Noland, with the bullets hitting the ground next to his feet, causing him to falter.

The Scarred Sin Soldier had spotted Noland.

He raised his gun and pulled the trigger towards the latter:

“Stay and feed the Undead, you bastard! …Why aren’t these bastards chasing you? Is the Biochemical Bait on you fake?! It must be! Damn it, no wonder your scrawny body survived in the hands of the Skeleton Warriors!”bender

A Stone Tomb Bound Spirit had caught up with the Scarred Sin Soldier!

It reached out its cold hands towards the Sin Soldier’s back.

The Scarred Sin Soldier didn’t bother to use bullets to stop Noland and threw himself forward in an escape.

He barely evaded the fatal strike but was grazed by the Bound Spirit’s body. Immediately, he shuddered as if electrocuted, and his body stiffened as if falling into an icehouse. He swayed left and right before collapsing to the ground.

Three Stone Tomb Bound Spirits pounced on him, passing through the fallen Scarred Sin Soldier repeatedly.

“Ah! Ah- ah… ah…

The Scarred Sin Soldier screamed miserably, progressing from high-pitched wails to tremorous cries, and finally to weak and barely audible whimpers.

In the end, he died, turning into a pale human shadow and taking his last breath.

Noland glanced back at the scene, his brows twitching uncontrollably.

The three Stone Tomb Bound Spirits were now chasing him in a straight line, unaffected by his hand gestures.

I’m done for. It’s my turn now. Was the Scarred Sin Soldier an idiot to pick a fight at this crucial time? No wonder he ended up as a Sin Soldier. Gee, he’s going to get me killed…

Noland pursed his lips and looked towards the direction of the Stone Tomb.

The Death Notice Spy ran as if he had cheats enabled in a game.

He had a lead of nearly a hundred meters ahead of Corporal Mars and others, and now he had reached the stone gate of the Stone Tomb.

As for Corporal Mars and his group, they were slowed down by the Bound Spirits and needed more time to catch up with the spy.

Worse still, after the spy arrived at the Stone Tomb, he fiddled with his Rune Staff against the wall of the tomb, causing quite a stir!