Constructing-Style Wizard

‘Quick! Quick! Quick!”

“Gurgle…”

After nightfall, another stretcher cart passed by the door.

Noland Lee put down the book in his hands and took out the Personal Panel to do some calculations.

Not counting the stretcher cart just now, from this afternoon to eight o’clock in the evening, a total of 20 severely wounded military officers had been sent here by the soldiers.

Eight of them were successfully rescued and transferred from the Surgery Room to the wards.

The remaining 12 people were all critically injured, and the soldiers carried them to the incineration furnace or the morgue.

Noland Lee collected 2.4 points of Soul Strength from these 12 people and now had 3.6 points of Soul Strength in hand.

According to this ratio, if he stays up all night and keeps a close watch on the corridor, he can collect at least 50 points of Soul Strength before leaving the Medical Department.

This is a considerable expected income.

Enough to use half of the “Death Finger.”

Upon thinking of this spell, Noland Lee felt a headache coming on.

After having dinner just now, he put 10 points of energy into the “Death Spell

UP Pool” – the “Martyr’s Ten Commandments.”

If 1 point of energy is equal to drawing one card, 10 points of energy would be a

10-card draw.

A ten-card draw…should at least have a guaranteed card, right?

But this “Death Spell UP Pool” was extremely twisted.

Noland Lee only got a death-related book for the 10 points of energy he spent..

“The Grand Collection of Death Art.”

This is the name of that book.

Before crossing, Noland had read works like “A Thousand Ways to Die,” “Detective Drum Washing Machine,” and so on.

These works are similar to “The Grand Collection of Death Art,” introducing various bizarre methods of death.

However, “The Grand Collection of Death Art” is more artistic.

It processes the remains from the perspective of color, shape, and implication, giving the works specific mystery meanings.

When death and art are combined, it creates a disgusting yet irresistible book.

To avoid losing his appetite and seeing all meat as white flesh, Noland Lee didn’t read much of this book and left it aside as a reference book.

“Gurgle gurgle…”

“Whimper…”

The stretcher cart came out of the Surgery Room with a low whimper and passed by Noland Lee’s door.

Under the dim moonlight, Clouds lingered, unable to disperse, and a sense of desolation deepened in Medical Center Unit 3.

Noland Lee skillfully took the soul fragments from the dead military officer.

Just as he was about to continue reading, another stretcher cart entered the corridor.

“Is it possible that there will be so many injured people coming to the Medical

Department for rescue late at night?” Noland Lee furrowed his brows If the wheels keep rolling, there will be no sleep tonight—not because the noise will disturb the sleep but because sleeping would delay the collection of soul fragments.

Noland Lee got out of bed, came to the door, and opened it.

Three soldiers, who had clearly just come from a battle, pushed the stretcher cart past him, rushing towards the Surgery Room. Noland Lee’s gaze followed the moving stretcher cart.

By now, he had some experience.

As long as he throws the Deconstruction Technique at the wounded, he would know whether they can be saved or not.

The principle is simple.

If the energy required to deconstruct a wounded person is much lower than the person’s military rank, then there would be hardly any chance of saving the

person.

For example, a lieutenant-ranked military officer.

A completely healthy and able-bodied lieutenant would require 1000 energy points for a 100% deconstruction.

When a lieutenant’s injuries become too severe to be saved, the energy required for deconstruction would plummet to 300 points, 200 points, or even less than 100 points.

Noland Lee didn’t quite understand the principle behind this yet.

But he knew that when a lieutenant’s deconstruction consumption fell below 300 points of energy, the probability of declaring the rescue a failure was almost 100%.

Noland Lee couldn’t guarantee that the rule he discovered was a fixed rule. Because the sample size was not large enough and further sampling and verification were needed.

Noland Lee watched the stretcher cart enter the Surgery Room, shook his head slightly, and sighed silently.

Deconstructing the injured sergeant would only require consuming 70 energy points; there was no way this person could be saved.

“Is it the noise of the stretcher cart that’s bothering your sleep?”

A mature woman’s voice came from outside the door on the other side.

Noland Lee looked at the direction of the voice and said with a hint of regret:

“No, not really, Sully. It’s just that at least 20 soldiers have died today. As a soldier of the Empire’s Army, I feel powerless, as if I’m watching the families of the fallen soldiers crying in front of their tombstones. It’s hard to imagine how many people will be buried here in a year. ”

Sully walked over with a tray, her expression somewhat melancholic:

“The battle situation outside the fortress seems to be quite bad these days. There haven’t been so many injured people needing rescue before. From morning to evening, there were only about five cases. Since I started working here, there have only been two or three instances where injured patients were continuously sent into the Surgery Room like today.”

While the two were talking, the stretcher cart just now left the Surgery Room.

The soldiers’ faces were tear-streaked, and the person on the stretcher cart had their face covered with a white cloth; the result of the rescue attempt was clear.

Noland Lee took the soul fragments from the dead soldier as the stretcher cart passed by.

Sully, standing nearby, was completely unaware of his actions and could only watch the soldiers leave.

“Another one of Davis Wilson’s soldiers has died….” Sully lamented with

sorrow: