Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 64. 64. True Attitude

Three floors underground.

The wide hall of the tomb has been crowded with the undead from the first to the third floor of the basement.

The skeleton soldiers on the first basement level, the bound spirits and grave corpse soldiers on the second basement level gathered on the third basement level, blocking the entire tomb passage.

Big Skull finally used his trump card.

They use skeleton soldiers and skeleton dogs as aggregates to fill wounds.

Pick up a handful of skeleton soldiers and stuff them into the hole in the chest, and the wounds caused by the honey bomb will heal quickly.

The ribs are regenerated, the spine is repaired, and the leg bones are thickened again.

Not only that, skeleton soldiers and skeleton dogs are also used as "blue bottles".

The big skeleton aimed at the position of the imperial army, firing several "death pulses" in succession, squandering its own death energy.

When the energy bottomed out, they picked up the skeleton soldiers, stuffed them into their mouths, bit them a few times, and ate the broken bones and the souls of the skeleton soldiers into their stomachs.

The death energy that had bottomed out just now recovered immediately, and several "death pulses" were thrown out again.

If it weren't for the addition of several layers of thick steel plates on the barriers of Threy's army, this "death pulse" after another would be enough to sweep the entire army.

The scene was crowded with undead, but the Necromancer sect did not gain the upper hand, and was instead beaten by the well-equipped imperial army.

Bee jelly bullets, potent liquid flamethrowers, bee jelly howitzers launched from fixed turrets, powerful lightning spores that spray lightning beams, etc. These powerful military weapons firmly keep the undead away from the front line. The undead die as much as they want.

The "Fist of the Empire" even beat up the undead.

"Is that all you can do? You bastards!"

A huge figure descended from high in the sky.

The soles of the feet, which were more than half a meter wide, easily crushed the skeleton soldiers and walking corpses, splattering rotting flesh and flowing bone fragments.

The giant power saw spewing red flames streaked across the sea of ​​undead, and sprinkled sheets of hot magma.

The fiery red serrated blade sizzled, and after cutting the enemy, it melted the wreckage with the high temperature of the blade.

Facing the big skeleton spraying out the "death pulse", the huge figure did not dodge or dodge, and rushed forward, rushing against the black lightning.

The giant power saw slid across from the bottom to the top, splashing countless sparks, directly cutting the big skeleton from it.

Sparks flew to the passing spirit of the stone mound, and the evil spirit immediately melted like ignited cotton, and died in a mournful wail.

"Huha! Too weak, too weak! What are you trying to do by calling all the undead from the third floor here? Do you want to serve me food!? Quickly show some real skills, you bastards! I I'm almost tired of playing!"

Lieutenant Serey transformed into the "Fist of the Empire", holding his giant power saw, rampaging on the battlefield, sweeping away a large number of undead, as if he was completely unaffected by "perception blockage".

"Therei, your time of death has arrived!" A shout came from the direction of the stairwell.

Two death assassins carried the metal box to the third basement.

They put the metal box on the ground, one held a heart-digging dagger, and the other held a beheading dagger, laughing wildly.

"Thurley, die! We brought the Elder Wand! This thing is enough to drive all undead mad, and you will feel the pain of an elephant being eaten up by ants! Your little finger bone is ours! "

"Yes! That's right! Go to hell, Thurley!. Canary, Canary, come out and open the box! Quick!"

"What shitty boner wand? What are you two bastards yelling about?"

Serley stomped on the ground hard, crushing the undead under his feet, leaping high, and landed heavily in front of the two assassins.

Thurley's giant face was extremely oppressive, hovering over the assassins of the Death Council, staring closely at the metal box in front of the two of them.

"What's in it? The Bone Elder Wand? Is it a magic item researched by the Death Council? It's really a bunch of idle guys who spend all day studying this crooked way."

Selei raised his hand and clenched his fist, and slammed it down, hitting the metal box with a bang.

The metal box remained motionless, responding to the fist with silence and hardness.

Surprise flashed in Threi's eyes, and the soldiers beside him were also very surprised.

The metal box looked ordinary, but it actually blocked Lieutenant Serey's iron fist in giant form.

The two death assassins were sweated profusely by Thurley's actions, and hurriedly shouted anxiously:

"Canary! Canary! Come out!"

"Pim, you bastard, don't hide! Come here and open the box!"

"What does this have to do with Pym?" Lieutenant Serley turned his head and looked at a tent in the frontline position, but did not receive any response.

"It's such an inexplicable assassination, what the hell are you doing?" Se Lei didn't know why, so he swung his fist and smashed the two assassins into a pulp.

He ordered two soldiers to move the metal box into the tent.

The soldier lifted the metal box, stepped into the tent, and lowered the box in front of the screen.

A soft sigh sounded in the tent.

Under invisible traction, the metal box was suspended into the air, passed around the screen smoothly, and landed on the conference table in the tent.

Murphy looked at the metal box in front of her, with both happiness and regret on her pretty face.

She turned her head and looked at the figure beside the table.

"The Death Council doesn't seem to know that Pim is dead, otherwise the assassins will stop. Master, are you the one who suppressed the news of Pim's death?"

"Yes, Mophia. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here in person." The figure nodded lightly.

The figure known as Merster wore a silver mask that covered his face, and covered his figure and most of his face with a black cloak.

There is no gap in the silver mask, not even the breathing holes and the observation holes in the eyes, completely covering this person's appearance.

His voice is relatively immature, and he sounds young.

Murphy stared at the metal box and said:

"Your guess is right, Merster. After Pym's death, no one can use the Elder Wand. The plan to assassinate Thurley will naturally fail. But I can't figure it out, Pym this guy Why did it suddenly appear on the third basement floor, and I happened to bump into it."

Master was silent for a moment, motionless, and after about half a minute, he spoke.

"Morphia, what's your impression of the criminal Leno Jarvis?"

"Well, a standard imperial scholar, a qualified history assistant, and a courageous imperial man. This is my opinion."

"I think we can add one more." Master paused for half a second:

"For example, the wise man who forbears."

Murphy frowned slightly, a little puzzled:

"A wise man who endures? Forbearance is true. If I had experienced his incident, I would have been dazzled by revenge. He has indeed learned a lot of knowledge, but he should not be considered a wise man."

Merster shook his head slightly:

"True wise men know how to hide themselves. They are more inclined to manipulate everything behind the scenes than stay on the stage like Thrai."

Murphy smiled slightly, "Are you talking about yourself?"

"Hey, just take it as me boasting."

Merster smiled and said:

"Okay, Murphia. Since all the assassins who assassinated Thurley are dead, I should let the soldiers of MI2 go back."

"What about this metal box? Are you going to leave the Elder Wand inside here?" Murphy asked.

"Yes, stay here. To be precise, I want you to take it with you and wander outside the Legion Keep, not to enter the Legion Keep, and not to give it to any member of MI2. If you can, I will I want you to try it and see if you can destroy this wand."

"Are you serious? Let me destroy the wand? Shouldn't that be your MI2 job?"

"I'm serious, Mophia." Merster took a slight breath, feeling a little heavy in his heart:

"To tell you the truth, since the Emperor secretly transferred me from the Sixth Office to the Second Office, I have met many people and things.

"You know that dazzled feeling?

"Different people pass by every day, speaking high-sounding words, doing things that cannot be regarded as wrong, and handling all the details seamlessly.

"It's hard for me to tell how many of these slippery people have gone to the Death Council. But it's clear that there may be something wrong with the people responsible for destroying wands. I can't fully trust them."

"Okay, I'll help you." Murphia nodded, with a little doting in her eyes, "After all, among so many brothers and sisters, you are the one who makes me the most pleasing to the eye."

Master touched the bridge of his nose:

"Yes. I also think I'm too handsome.

"Hey, back to the topic.

"There is an inexplicable connection between the high-ranking wizards in the Guild of Death and this wand, and they can roughly sense the location of the wand.

"Be careful when you are wandering outside. The people from the Death Council may not come to you in person, but they can guide the people from the Second Office to trouble you through the eyeliner placed in the Second Office.

"You'd better avoid the people in the wand destruction team. Because there is your stupid sister, reckless and domineering, if she is not the youngest in the same batch of children, and she is specially favored, otherwise she is not qualified to intervene in the second division work."

A trace of disgust flashed across Murphy's face, "If she dares to appear in front of my eyes, I'll pull out her hair."

Merster shook his shoulders, "It doesn't matter, just don't attack too hard."

"I know" Murphy replied nonchalantly.

Master snapped his fingers:

"By the way, Murphy, I have some thoughts about the criminal soldier Leno Jarvis. Although he is the bait that will be put in front of us when he dies, to a certain extent, I think he is a person who can slightly Ordinary people who trust a little bit. Pym's death is an example. Of course, I know you don't know what's going on, but it doesn't matter, as long as you know that Leno Jarvis can be trusted for the time being."

Merster pondered for half a second, then continued:

"Think about it differently. If I were Leno Jarvis, what would the higher-ups do to make me feel at ease?"

Without waiting for Murphy to speak, Master asked and answered by himself.

"Oh, I see. Love. Only love can provide both material and spiritual enjoyment, and it can also dull the mind of a wise man."

Master clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"Then I'll arrange a sister-sibling relationship for Leno Jarvis. Hahaha. Make up for his missing maternal love and family affection. In this way, he will be completely at ease."

"A relationship, or a sister-brother relationship, you really have a bad taste," Murphia muttered.

In fact, she was in a daze, unable to keep up with Meister's thinking, and could only blink her eyes.

Merster ignored her and shook his hand directly, turning into a slowly fading afterimage and disappearing on the seat.

"Goodbye, Murphy, my good sister. Don't mention me to anyone. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, I, a member of MI6, should be wandering in the Golden Federation at this time. You treat yourself as a 'broken Just be the sole person in charge of the 'coffin' project, I'm just giving you advice."

Murphy looked at the empty seats, then at the metal box on the table, feeling dizzy:

"When will Merster's faults be corrected? He always runs away after half-talking."

Murphy put away the metal box and quietly waited for the end of the battle on the third basement floor.

After about 10 minutes, Threi's loud voice came from outside the tent:

"You told me that someone would try to modify the undead rune, but why didn't you tell me that this person is a criminal soldier?"

After killing most of the undead, Threi handed over the next battle to his soldiers.

He walked into the tent with big strides, followed by Mars with an embarrassed expression and Li Nuo with a calm face.

Mophia nodded to the two Mars who raised their hands in salute, looked at the goatee and asked:

"What's wrong? Thurley? Is there something wrong?"

Lieutenant Serey glared at Li Nuo:

"The method of burning the magic protective cover with flames is a bit slow, but I just need to close the liquid fuel pipeline, and the flames will disappear. And what about him? If he has any small plans, I can't guarantee that I can stop them." he."

Murphy raised her hand and stopped the other party's words:

"Watch your tone, Lieutenant."

"...Okay." Threi blew his beard and said:

"Let this criminal soldier try to modify the undead rune. This is your order, and I can't refuse it. But I have to say it up front. If he dares to make trouble, I will let someone detain him immediately."

"No problem, I accept your proposal." Mophia ignored Thurley's tone and ordered:

"Lieutenant, go and clean up the battlefield, make room for the soldiers to wait upstairs. When you are ready, I will immediately ask Jarvis to try to modify the undead runes."

"Yes, sir." Selei turned to leave, and before leaving, he glared at Li Nuo.

Li Nuo now understood that this was the normal attitude of an imperial lieutenant to criminal soldiers.

Since he is a criminal soldier, and at the same time contaminated with necromantic runes, the impression score in the hearts of traditional imperial soldiers like Serei will be even lower.

Li Nuo was pretty open to this aggressive guy.

If you really want to care about other people's attitudes, wouldn't you live a very tiring life?

This time, because Pim had to be killed, Li Nuo indirectly helped Thurley.

If the same thing happens again in the future, Li Nuo will definitely have to weigh it up, it doesn't matter if this kind of lieutenant doesn't save him.

"Jarvis, the promise I made to you during the last conversation is still valid. As long as you can complete this mission, then from today onwards, you will be able to enjoy the treatment of a soldier and will no longer be regarded as a criminal soldier ...Of course, until you complete the three legion missions, your identity on the file is still a criminal soldier. I will help you get the three missions together as soon as possible."

Mophia sat at the table, raised her index finger in front of her, and said slowly:

"In addition, considering the potential threat of the Death Council, I think it is necessary to increase the protection for you. After you complete this mission, I will entrust MI3 to give you the first shot of enhanced medicine. In this way, you When faced with danger, you can be more calm.”

Only those who become corporals are eligible for the first shot of strengthening medicine.

Now, Li Nuo has received special preferential treatment, which is undoubtedly a good thing.

Of course, the premise is that he can complete the task of modifying the undead runes.

"Thank you, sir."

Murphy pointed to the chair near the curtain.

"You guys rest here for a while, and go out after Serley prepares the venue."

"Yes, sir."

Li Nuo sat on the chair, his heart beating slightly faster.

It wasn't because he could appreciate Murphy's side face up close, but because he was about to start modifying the undead runes on the magic protective cover.

You should know that when modifying the necromantic rune of the stone mound, the passive deconstruction will still take effect as usual.

This shows that the action of "modifying the undead rune" can normally trigger the effect of "passive deconstruction".

But since Li Nuo had already completely deconstructed the stone mound at that time, the passive deconstruction triggered by modifying the necromantic rune was of no avail, and only updated the panel information of the stone mound.

But now it's different.

He didn't completely deconstruct the magic shield outside the coffin.

If he can successfully modify the undead runes on the protective cover, he will undoubtedly gain a lot with the help of passive deconstruction.

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