Constructing-Style Wizard

In the stairway from the second underground level to the third underground level.

The Imperial Army marches forward, heading for the battlefield.

If one claims not to feel nervous about the upcoming battle, it is pure untruth.

The surrounding silence and the muffled breathing sounds emitted by the breathing masks all reveal the immense pressure on the soldiers’ minds.

As they approach the depths of the third underground level, the coal lamp’s light is barely visible.

An invisible magic force envelops the Imperial Army, pushing everything related to “light” and “hope” to the farthest corners.

The light released by the coal lamps cannot escape the range of the lampshade, only lingering on the inner side of the glass cover and not even illuminating the soldiers’ faces.

Everyone has to take potions with night vision effects, and act under rough sight conditions.

At the same time, faint painful whispers linger in every soldier’s ear.

Sorrowful tunes, miserable screams, and meaningless words torment the soldiers’ minds constantly, planting seeds of despair.

The cold poisonous fog of the third underground level torments the soldiers’ bodies.

The whispers in their ears are a mental torment.

Clearly, since the appearance of Stone Tomb Bound Spirits on the second underground level, the difficulty of cleaning up Tomb No.1079 has risen sharply, and it is no longer something the Alvin Army can take on alone.

Sergeant Major Alvin sent out a distress signal to the legion.

Lieutenant Grett responded and came to assist as an Extraordinary.

His joining was undoubtedly an adrenaline shot for the soldiers.

The soldiers thereby gained the courage to challenge the third underground level.

There is one place that cannot be ignored.

On Noland Lee’s personal panel, a negative effect appeared.

He spent 1 point of energy and deconstructed it.

[Resentment Prayer: With Undead Runes as the carrier and resentment-induced pain as the theme, the priests of the Undead Cult are chanting this sorrowful song that lures people to death.

[Every 10 minutes, your “Tenacity” will temporarily decrease by 1 point. When

“Tenacity” reaches zero, you will die immediately.]

Noland’s current “Tenacity” attribute value is 11 points.

If he cannot resolve this battle within 110 minutes, he will perish here.

Even if the other soldiers’ “Tenacity” attribute values are higher than his, it is estimated that they will not be able to endure for long in this environment of slow death.

From the beginning till now, the Imperial Army has been dealing with things as they come.

In the face of this sorrowful song, the Imperial Army brought out its own “trump card.”

A portable record player appeared within the army.

After turning on the mechanical switch of the record player, a buzzing sound came from the loudspeaker, followed by a sonorous and uplifting Imperial battle song.

The soldiers cheered up and sang along with the music:

“Emperor, Empire, Military Officer, Soldier.

“Forever brave, forever loyal.

“Our army fights at any location.

“Our army faces the enemy at any time.bender

“Soldiers of Tatis, eliminate your enemies, let them suffer the deserved failure. “Soldiers of Tatis, face your mission, let us enjoy the glory of the Empire.”

The singing set off waves of sound in the tomb passage, rallying all the soldiers’ courage and determination to win, instantly dispelling the ominous signs imposed on them by the Death Priest.

[System Message: You are affected by “Tatis EmpireWar March. “]

[Your “Tenacity” temporarily increases by 20 points, “Agility” temporarily increases by 10 points, the effect lasts for about 1 hour. During this period, the Undead Cult’s “Resentment Prayer” will not affect you.]

For the first time, Noland intuitively felt the positive effects of the battle song.

His arms, his thighs, his chest, and his back, every muscle in his body suddenly gained tremendous power and seemingly endless abundant energy.

A casual swing of his fist would create a whistling wind noise.

Random fiddling with the revolver would quickly complete the entire action of loading the bullet chamber.

So strong, so agile, this sharp increase in base attribute values deeply shocked Noland.

An idea couldn’t help but rise in his heart.

Given time, by mastering death-type magic and controlling his own Army of the Lost, he must compose a battle song for his own army.

“Undead Prelude” sounds cool and easily evokes emotions, but it is far from the gloom and coldness of the Army of the Lost, and doesn’t quite fit the image of the Army of the Lost.

Noland Lee contemplated for half a minute and reached a conclusion.

The theme song for “Hunting Duel”, “Rise up Dead Man,” might be more suitable than the “Undead Prelude.”

He wondered what the effect would be after transforming the song into a war anthem…

“Warriors and soldiers of the Empire!”

The vigorous call came from the front of the team, and it was the tall and burly Lieutenant Grett who started to give orders:

“These sneaky undead think they can carry out their dark deeds under the Empire’s nose. The facts prove them wrong! The Emperor’s gaze penetrates every piece of land, and even this sunless grave vault cannot escape the Emperor’s scrutiny.”

Lieutenant Grett turned around and looked back at the soldiers who had stopped.

He roared and transformed into a huge Biochemical Giant.

Unlike Sergeant Major Alvin Stafford, who needed to inject potions to transform, Lieutenant Grett transformed into the Biochemical Giant without the use of any auxiliary tools.

His gray skin surface secreted a unique gray grease, which formed a set of protective biochemical armor covering his whole body within three short seconds.

He opened his hands wide and held them high in the air.

The bones in his hands quivered violently against the skin, and the steel-like color spread over his fists.

Soon, Grett’s left and right hands became the true Empire’s Fist—two huge fists firmly wrapped with steel-hardened bones, as heavy as a big iron hammer.

This amazing transformation scene greatly boosted the soldiers’ confidence, and the singing on the scene became more and more impassioned.

“Let us conquer this land together, trample all the lost souls under our feet, kill the evil Death Priests and destroy the spirit pivot that desecrates corpses!”

Lieutenant Grett swung his fist:

“Attack!”

As soon as his words fell, Lieutenant Grett passed through the wide stone gate at the end of the staircase and killed hundreds of lost souls that emerged from behind the door.

Although Sergeant Major Alvin Stafford could not transform and was a bit weak, he still fearlessly participated in the battle and had already stepped into the gate.

Behind Alvin and Grett, the soldiers followed their chief officers’ steps and launched a relentless charge.

The roaring sound of guns and flamethrowers resounded, but Noland Lee didn’t feel uncomfortable like before.

It was the effect of the substantial improvement in “Tenacity” attribute. The thunder-like gunshots alone could no longer shake Noland Lee’s mind.

He stepped through the stone gate, raised his revolver, and pulled the trigger after just a casual aim.

The gunfire flashed, the bullet head whirled, the poisonous fog was stirred by the bullet, and a Walking Dead’s forehead burst open.

The improvement in the “Agility” attribute was also astonishingly huge.

Under nearly blind shooting conditions, Noland Lee hit with every shot, becoming a gun god and sending the six bullets in the chamber accurately into the Walking Dead’s head.

While reloading ammunition, a Walking Dead suddenly attacked and rushed towards Noland Lee with a piercing scream.

Noland Lee grabbed the engineering hammer hanging from his waist with his left hand, sidestepped the Walking Dead’s snapping bite, and backhanded a strike on its lower back of the head.

Its skull shattered, and filthy blood splattered.

Such a series of movements would have been wrought with various mistakes if Noland Lee had performed them before, but now they were smooth and flowing.

For a moment, Noland Lee’s heart was filled with a strong desire to enhance his basic attributes.

If he had such a set of attributes when facing Sin Soldier No. 079, he wouldn’t have been beaten down by him.

“Mates, look over there.”

Sergeant Mars raised his hand and pointed to the center of the grand hall.

A towering black tower stood there, watching the battlefield like a terrifying giant shadow, silent yet intimidating.

This tower, from bottom to top, was in the shape of a wide-bottomed, narrow-topped cone. Its edges were sharp, and it was covered with dead bones.

At the top of the tower, there were two sinister silhouettes.

The one on the left was facing away from the battlefield, wearing a black robe and holding a bone staff that emitted green light.

The one on the right was suspended in the air by swirling green evil light. His body constantly convulsed and twisted, and his skin and hair gradually lost their luster, turning into lifeless gray.

From his clothes, it was clear that this man was the Death Herald Guild spy who had infiltrated the army.

Sergeant Mars said angrily:

“Those Death Herald Guild bastards are undergoing the Undead Cult’s transformation ritual, and he will soon become a genuine undead.”

“We have to destroy the tunnels leading to the Necromancer’s Crypt before the ritual is completed. Otherwise, he will escape through them.” Sergeant Mars turned back and waved at his team members:

“Quick, follow me. We will flank from the edge of the battlefield! Lieutenant Grett and his team will draw the enemy’s attention on the front lines. We must not let them down!”

“Yes, Chief Officer!”