Constructing-Style Wizard

The legitimate “Imperial Fist” has even greater destructive power on the front battlefield.

Lieutenant Grett’s transformation into a biochemical giant. while not as heavv as a tank, could still effortlessly crush large swaths of undead.

What shocked Noland the most was that Lieutenant Grett was versatile in both close and long-range combat.

His steel giant fists could smash the big skeletons. Spreading his fingers, the pillar of fire shot from his palm could sweep away groups of walking dead.

No matter if these walking dead were equipped with armor or not, they would all melt in the scorching sticky flames and become piles of dark ashes.

Every time such an all-consuming pillar of fire appeared, Lieutenant Grett’s back would split open two rows of gaps, discharging billowing black smoke and waste.

Apparently, the ability to spew fire pillars might be related to biofuel and the built-in biochemical reactors, Noland speculated.

As Lieutenant Grett relied on biochemical modification to unleash his unparalleled mode, the soldiers hastened to build their defenses.

The balance of victory on the field seemed to be leaning towards the Imperial Army, yet don’t forget about the Spirit Pivot.

The whole dark tower was the Spirit Pivot’s main body.

The mournful song filled with death aura spread from the top of the tower, enveloping the entire field. The onslaught of the undead became even more intense.

The most classic example would be the Tomb Walking Dead.

They become nimble and agile, completely changing their wobbly walking style, turning into agile rampaging corpses, frantically charging at the Imperial Army’s firepower net.

As the battle cries and gunshots roared through the sky, the undead army was relentless, cut once and then continued to grow.

The undead fell one after another, and the battlefield fell into anxiousness.

The Big Skeleton that mastered the “Death Pulse” received special attention from the Imperial Army, so far it was unable to release even a single pulse of energy under the bombardment of Bee Syrup bombs and Lieutenant Grett’s big iron fist.

However, as long as a new unstable factor appears, the fragile balance between the Imperial Army and the undead army would be ruthlessly broken. The ensuing “Death Pulse” would run rampant, the Imperial Army would suffer major losses, morale would collapse, and the entire army would be wiped out.

Noland saw all of this.

He had no sense of belonging to the Tatis Empire, but he didn’t want to see the Imperial Army defeated either.

He raised his hand to shoot, blowing up the skulls of the walking dead and skeleton warriors, and reloaded with one swift motion.

His footsteps never stopped, following the team moving along the edge of the battlefield, shaking off clusters of skeleton hounds and cavern stalkers behind him.

Even with a dense horde of undead in front of him, Noland pressed forward fearlessly and never looked back.

His exhilarating fighting spirit ignited the fiery zeal in his heart, and no enemy could touch his clothing, nor could any enemy escape his gunfire.

At this moment, he felt as if he had transformed into an elf ranger from a medieval magical world.

The densely packed undead army was like countless flowers, and he was the butterfly frolicking among this sea of death flowers, nimble and agile, lethal and precise. Picking nectar at will, snatching away the enemy’s lives, but always managing to stay safe.

This situation of crushing the enemy relying on basic attributes didn’t last long.

Accurately speaking, 15 minutes after the battle started, when the team came to a place 100 meters away from the entrance of the Underworld Cavern, they encountered their first thorny problem.

Corporal Mars led the team, running at the forefront.

He lifted his right hand and clenched it into a fist, making the “stop moving forward” gesture:

“Mates, the Death Priests placed self-destructing skeleton warriors and metal skeletons on our must-pass path.”

Corporal Mars turned his head, frowning, “Looks like we have to split up.”

Noland pulled the trigger, shaking his wrist to kill the approaching walking dead, and took the opportunity to look at the area in front of the team.

Not far away was an Underworld Cavern entrance filled with dense poisonous fog.

For living people, the thick toxic fog had an extremely high toxicity, and a strong corrosive effect, capable of penetrating the filter cartridge of a breathing mask.

Only absolutely undead creatures could survive in such an environment with no issues.

A large group of skeleton warriors made up of iron-grey “metal rods” were entrenched in front of the entrance to the Underworld Cavern.

Corporal Mars spoke quickly, introducing the new undead troops to everyone.

According to him, these seemingly “metal” skeletons were not really “metal skeletons” in the true sense, but just had an additional metal coating on their bones.

However, do not underestimate their physical defense capabilities.

Ordinary bullets are unable to penetrate their metal coating, only a water-cooled light machine gun’s bullet storm can tear them apart. Even worse, their metal coating has a good resistance to biochemical nectar.

It is almost impossible to kill them with Bee Syrup Bombs.

What’s even worse is:

In the group of metal skeletons, there were a few with bulging bellies and round chests – suicide skeletons.bender

The deadly dark green glow was scattering from the gaps in their ribs.

These bloated skeletons would detonate the magic bombs in their bodies and release a large amount of death energy the instant they approached the enemy, perishing together with the imperial soldiers.

When the metal skeletons and suicide skeletons combined, they formed a truly iron defense line that would have to be dealt with.

The only way at the moment is to have some people draw the enemy away.

Sergeant Mike Adams suggested that he lead a Private Second Class to attract the enemy’s attention.

However, Corporal Mars shook his head decisively: “No, Mike. Please excuse me for rejecting your proposal.”

Corporal Mars looked at his team members:

“Sergeant Mike Adams, Private Second Class Corbin, Isaac, Kovin, Comi, Sin Soldier Jarvis, listen to the order.”

“Yes, Chief Officer.” The soldiers straightened their heads and chests, ready to sacrifice themselves for the demolition mission.

Corporal Mars took off his back rifle and the burdens on his body, handed them to his teammates, and left himself only a handgun and a bag of bullets:

“I order you to escort the bomb to the entrance of the Underworld Cavern and do your best to complete the demolition mission. Now, Sergeant Mike Adams is temporarily appointed as the squad commander.”

“Chief officer, this… ”

“This is an order, soldiers.”

Corporal Mars opened Corbin’s backpack and poured several bottles of Biochemical Bait Potion into his mouth, and said while drinking:

“This mission cannot fail. I am the only military officer in the team who has been inoculated with strengthening potions twice, and I am the person with the most combat experience. Therefore, it is the wisest choice for me to distract the enemy.”

“Alright, get moving, soldiers!”

Corporal Mars saluted:

“I look forward to the fireworks you ignite at the entrance of the Underworld Cavern. I will return safely. See you at the defense line of the Imperial Army.”

After saying that, Corporal Mars ran directly towards the metal skeleton soldiers, shouting loudly and attracting the enemy’s attention all the way.

Soon, the metal skeleton soldiers, covered with a metal coating and holding rusty iron swords, locked onto the lively human in front of them and chased after him with clattering steps.

A large open space suddenly appeared in front of the entrance of the Underworld Cavern, with only a few slow-moving skeleton soldiers still lingering.

“Hurry up, set the explosives and detonate them right away!”

Mike Adams shouted loudly, running and shooting, leading away the remaining enemies at the scene.

Private Second Class Corbin ran to the entrance of the cave, put down his backpack, and took out cluster explosives and detonators.

Noland Lee and three other soldiers took out engineering hammers and iron chisels, chipping away at the walls around the cavern to create detonation points for the planting of cluster explosives.

At this time, an imperial squad that was not part of the combat plan, charged out from a nearby enemy pile.

Noland heard the gunfire from this team.

He looked up and locked his eyes on the leader of the other team, who happened to be Sergeant Piggs, who was supposed to be watching the defenses from the dry toilet..