Constructing-Style Wizard

- 154: 93. Blessings to good people

- 154: 93. Blessings to good people

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The Tatis Empire occupied the spiritual world of the Dusk Giants.

The Undead Cult owned the body of the Dusk Giant.

This conjecture was undoubtedly astonishing, and at the same time elusive.

Noland Lee felt uncertain in his heart, but he didn’t think too deeply about it.

The reason was nothing more than the lack of information he had on hand; no matter how much speculation and analysis he did, it was all just as good as guessing.

In the future, when he had enough strength and capital, he would surely dig out the secrets between the Undead Cult and the Tatis Empire clearly and thoroughly.

But now, it was more important to save his life!

During the short time Noland Lee packed the Life Elixir, the water in the medical department’s walkway had already risen to the height of his calves.

In the “splashing” water flow, sounds of flowing water were distinctly mixed in.

Noland Lee came to the door of the medicine warehouse and looked outside. More than a dozen newly-spawned Dark Wrathful Spirits were running towards him, unfortunately blocking the path to the staircase.

Looking into the distance and gazing in the direction of the staircase, the door, locked by a bolt, was about to be broken opened by the Dark Wrathful Spirits outside.

Noland Lee knew that it was impossible for him to return the same way.

He raised his hand and cast three Transparent Lightning bolts, controlling the nearest Dark Wrathful Spirits with the “Fear Spell.”

Quickly scanning the medical department’s walkway, an open window caught his eye.

Outside the window, the sky was extremely gloomy, and heavy rain swept across the ground. The black funnel formed by the rainwater still occupied a large part of the sky.

Several Dark Wrathful Spirits bypassed their “scared” companions and ran toward Noland Lee.

Noland Lee swung his arm, shooting several Transparent Lightning bolts, consuming his Energy Points and Soul Strength to hold these Dark Wrathful Spirits with the “Cripple Spell.”

He quickly ran to the window, stuck his head out to look, and leaned down to gaze.

There was a way out, after all.

Below him was an office belonging to a military officer, with a small balcony protruding from the wall structure.

Noland Lee fastened the straps of his backpack, securely binding the precious Life Elixir to his body. He leaned out of the window, took a deep breath, and let go of his hands gripping the window frame, allowing himself to fall freely. “Didn’t expect I’d have a Jackie Chan moment.”

Noland Lee muttered to himself, landing steadily on the small balcony of the castle’s second floor, with his feet touching the ground and his knees bent to absorb the impact of the free fall.

Feeling the slight numbness under his feet, Noland Lee raised his eyebrows.

Since the improvement of “Tenacity”, he hadn’t had a chance to test his physical fitness.

After taking this leap, he realized that he no longer needed to fear a height difference of about three meters.

His knees and ankles perfectly withstood the force of the fall without any pain.

If that was the case, he would continue to jump down to avoid going through the hallway and encountering the Undead face-to-face.

Noland Lee looked at the pitch-black interior of the building and saw no sign of enemies. He then came to the balcony railing and looked down.

At that moment, a loud noise came from the sky!

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Noland Lee was startled by the thunder and quickly shrank his neck, covering his ears with both hands and looking up at the sky.

He saw a black lightning, at least tens of thousands of meters long, slashing across the sky and striking the rooftop of the castle.

Noland Lee followed the trajectory of the lightning and saw the wall of the top floor of the castle being shattered by it. Large chunks of rocks fell from the top, crashing down.

Noland Lee jumped over the balcony railing, landed steadily on the ground outside the castle, and ran at a continually accelerating pace. Stepping on the ankle-deep water, he left the castle grounds.

Stone bricks falling from the fifth floor of the castle landed behind him, splashing water all around, but not a single drop touched his clothes.

Noland Lee navigated through the street alleys, avoiding the Dark Wrathful Spirits, and randomly chose an unoccupied house.

He smashed the window and jumped in, using the wardrobe to block the door and windows.

After catching his breath and quickly calming the agitation in his chest, Noland Lee finally had the time to check his surroundings.

The room he was in should be a dormitory for the Fortress Guards.

Single beds lined up neatly on the floor. The bedding and clothes on the beds were in disarray, a clear indication that the sleeping guards had been awakened by the unusual happenings in the fortress and hastily dressed to leave their post.

Noland Lee searched the room briefly, changed into a waterproof insulated Guard uniform, and put on a wind and rain-protecting hooded raincoat.

He then found a waterproof cloth and carefully wrapped his backpack, spare firearms, medicine, and the food he found in the room.

Looking at himself in the floor mirror, Noland Lee slowly nodded.

His figure and face were completely concealed by the breathing mask and hooded raincoat. He wore the uniform of a Fortress Guard, and no one could recognize him as long as he remained silent.

Noland Lee walked to the top floor of the dormitory, stood at a high vantage point, and gazed at the entire city.

First, he looked at the fifth floor of the Legion Castle.

The black funnel, which occupied a large part of the sky, was transferring vast amounts of corpse particles to the fifth floor of the castle.

The Skeleton Colossus, a horrible-looking stitched Undead of the same size as the Biochemical Giants, quickly formed with the help of the black funnel.

Warrant Officers of the Commander’s Directly Affiliated Guard turned into Biochemical Giants, entangled with the Skeleton Colossus..