Constructing-Style Wizard

- 65: 56. The wise sleep less.

: 56. The wise sleep less.

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In Mars Squad’s tent.

Noland Lee was placed on a chair by the guards.

About one minute after the guards left, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out in the camp.

“Twee! Twee! Twee!”

This was the whistle that scouts would blow when they encountered an emergency situation:

“Report, Chief Officer! There’s a big problem! The undead on the First

Underground Level and Underground Layer 2 have revived ahead of time! They’re assembling a huge army and surrounding our camp!”

Pim’s voice reached Noland Lee’s ears:

“Stay calm, soldiers! …Everyone, listen up! I command you to defend the camp at all costs! No retreat!”

“Chief Officer, what about Lieutenant Grett on the Third Underground Level?

We must go and save him!”

“No, soldiers, I will go save him! I will lead my strongest men and venture down to the Third Underground Level to rescue Lieutenant Grett. You all must stay here and hold the position! Understand? Don’t let Lieutenant Grett return to see a devastated camp!”

“Yes, Chief Officer!”

Pim’s speeches were impassioned and stirring, touching the hearts of the soldiers on the scene.

His Military Intelligence Second Division Soldiers and all of Alvin Army’s soldiers were left behind.

Only four guards followed him, leaving the camp to rescue Lieutenant Grett on the Third Underground Level

Noland Lee supported his head and sat on the chair, his grin gradually growing more pronounced.

He didn’t know how Pim had caused the undead to revive ahead of time.

He only knew that Pim was now rushing to the Third Underground Level and would definitely run into Murphy’s gun.

Noland Lee closed his eyes, intending to rest for a bit to let the side effects of the Soul Interrogation Potion dissipate, as his head felt like a spinning top was constantly turning…

The next second, he opened his eyes, and a self-critical light flickered in their depths.

What are you thinking about, Noland?

Pim is not dead yet, how can you sleep?

How can you be so sure that he will definitely die at Murphy’s hands?

If he doesn’t die, won’t he still be a never-ending trouble?

Only when he’s dead and turned to dust, you, Noland Lee, have the right to get a good night’s sleep!

Noland Lee deeply criticized his own laziness.

He lifted his hand to hold the chair’s armrest, suppressing his dizziness as he stood up.

If Pim is doomed to die, then Noland Lee should also put additional layers of iron plates and rivets on Pim’s coffin!

Only then could he put his mind at ease completely.

…Ah, many times, being a wise schemer is such a hassle.

The more you think, the more you worry, the less time you have for a sound sleep.

It’s better to be a simple-minded, physically strong violent machine.

It doesn’t matter if you’re bullied, you can always learn from the crow brother and flip the table.

Unfortunately, his acquired system isn’t as incredible as it seems, unable to make him invincible in a short period of time…

Noland Lee shook his head, trying hard to suppress the dizziness in his mind.

He glanced at the empty tent and sighed quietly in his heart.

He picked up the rifle leaning against the wall and staggered away from the spot, stepping into the chaotic frontlines of the battlefield.

Pulling open the curtain and stepping outside the tent, Noland Lee witnessed the grand scene of the Undead Revival.

Faint purple-black qi flow seeped out from the floor cracks and extended straight upwards.

Countless bone fragments floated up from the ground, driven by the purple-black qi flow, and hovered in mid-air.

Shin bones stood upright on the ground.

The spine connected to the leg bones like a centipede.

Rib bones inserted into the grooves of the spine.

The eye sockets of the skull were hollow and lifeless. With a “pop” sound, it perfectly connected to the upper end of the spine.

In less than 10 seconds, the bones on the floor of the first underground level turned into skeleton warriors wielding bone swords.

Those big skeletons killed by the bee syrup bombs also entered the resurrection process.

Dark remnants formed pale bones in dozens of blackened piles, followed by the big skeletons’ thighs, palms, and skull, as well as the chilling bone hammers.

These objects, completely melted by the biochemical nectar, appeared once again in front of the Imperial soldiers.

Having witnessed the entire process of the undead revival, Noland Lee felt incredibly amazed.

Was magic really so amazing?!

Why would complete bones emerge from the residue of only liquids and particles? Weren’t these bones dissolved by the biochemical nectar?

Could it be that magic could ignore the basic rules of physics and chemistry, reversing synthesis reactions?

Also, what was up with those skeleton warriors that had been washed over by the bullet flood?

Why were there no bullet holes or marks on them, just some mottled traces?

And what about those skeleton warriors burned into ashes by the liquid flame?

Hadn’t they all turned to ashes? How could they still stand up?

Noland Lee touched his head full of question marks, unable to understand the magical principle of “Undead Revival.”

All he could say was that magic was undoubtedly magic, not quite the same as science.

No wonder there was a saying, “Only magic can defeat magic.”

Noland Lee suppressed the doubts in his heart and gripped his firearms tightly.

His gaze moved back and forth outside the campsite. He happened to see Pim’s figure running into the staircase but could never find Corporal Mars. Where did Mars go? Was he still on the third underground level?

…Oh, maybe.

Since he could summon Captain Murphy with the copper whistle, chances were he had some other tasks like helping Captain Murphy with lookout and vigilance…

Noland Lee pondered quietly.

He was not worried that Mars would block his plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

According to Pim’s character and principles, he would forcibly break through even if Mars stopped him.

Neither Mars’ rank nor strength was higher than Pim’s; it was impossible to keep Pim outside the third underground level.

Noland Lee’s heart had only one concern that he couldn’t be completely sure of.

That was how to guarantee a hundred percent that Pim would explode on the spot and leave no corpse.

Noland Lee reached into his pocket, gripping the icy bone cards, his eyes becoming deep.

He scanned the bustling battlefield, and once he saw that no one paid attention to him, the Sin Soldier, he decisively stepped into the unguarded staircase.

Unavoidably, after the army’s continuous combat, there was a reduction in personnel, resulting in defensive lapses.

This provided opportunities for Noland Lee’s actions.

He entered the staircase, descending along the stairwell, and the layout of the entire underground tomb emerged in his mind.

“Pim had just gone down from staircase 3, which was the shortest route to the third underground level. If he was defeated by Captain Murphy and escaped with heavy injuries, he should return to the first underground level through staircase 3 and then flee to the ground level…

“This is the shortest and quickest route. Unless Pim could burrow through the ground, he would have to pass through staircase 3. In that case, I’ll look for a suitable Cavern Stalker in staircase 3…”

Noland Lee stepped into the second underground level, and his breathing paused momentarily.

He saw groups of Stone Tomb Bound Spirits. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Fortunately, the “Mark of Resentment” on him was still effective.

Those Stone Tomb Bound Spirits only glanced at him and continued to hover and drift in the air.

Noland Lee jogged his way to staircase 3, searching for a suitable Cavern

Stalker..