Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 434: 148. Big-eyed “cute baby”_3

Noland Lee tucked the glowing metal piece into his blood haven and turned directly into a white skull, flying into the corridor without lingering.

Several aberrations wandering near the crater noticed the sudden appearance of the pit in the ground.

They gathered around, staring blankly at the pit.

With their limited brains, they probably couldn’t figure out where the original water well had gone.

Noland Lee didn’t bother with the aberrations, whether he was coming here or leaving.

But there were exceptions.

Like right now.

Before opening the metal gate leading to the underground 19th floor, Noland Lee stealthily killed an aberration and turned it into his undead.

The metal gate was covered with a sticky substance which would fall off when the gate was opened. He had to restore it after entering or it would alert others. This was where the aberration undead came into play.

Noland stepped into the stairwell and closed the gate.

The aberration undead picked up the fallen sticky substance and reattached it to the door, restoring everything to its original state.

After completing this step, it proudly stepped into the vertical shaft entrance and was destroyed during free fall.

Noland followed the same procedure on every floor. Thus, the group of gang members who were only focused on shooting and grabbing spoils of war never discovered the unwelcome guest in the Fissure Corridor.

There were some other resourceful sage spaces on the underground 18th floor featuring minerals, green plants, and natural rubber.

With limited time and energy points, Noland temporarily ignored the unplanned resourceful sage spaces.

Once his current plan was complete, it wouldn’t be too late to consider plundering other sage spaces.

“Next, I’m heading to the underground 28th floor, which is also an abandoned outpost. The underground map I got from the alchemy access instrument only includes floors 20 and above. I need to find my way down there myself.”

Noland, lost in thought, stepped into the underground 21st floor.

A fierce cold wind blew, bringing an even stronger smell of aberrations than upstairs.

Seeing the scene on the underground 21st floor, Noland couldn’t help but be stunned.

“This… This place is actually like this.”

All the previous corridors he had traversed were fully enclosed, with hard walls on all sides.

But here, the corridor was semi-open. On one side of the metal gate in the stairwell was an airtight wall, while the other side was composed of a metal fence.

Outside the metal fence was a bottomless, pitch-black clifftop, cold and oppressive.

The howling cold wind, carrying the stench of aberrations, blew up from the top of the cliff, pouring into the semi-open corridor.

Noland came to the edge of the metal fence, looking out into the abyss from the railing.

Layer after layer of semi-open corridors spiraled downward like the patterns on a snail’s shell. The corridors were between 10 and 20 meters high, more than 5 meters wide, and were exceptionally spacious.

Noland noticed that different colored floor tiles were used in each floor’s corridor to indicate their respective functions.

Red tiles had fixed brackets for the base of alchemy cannon towers. These were areas where alchemy cannons had been placed 30 years ago.

Blue tiles were attached to the stone brick walls, with mechanical tracks that had been left unrepaired for years, broken gears, and dried oil stains. These were the fast transport tracks for ammunition and other supplies 30 years ago.

As for the other colors, such as green, purple, and black, Noland was unclear about their purpose since there was nothing on these tiles.

Looking at the vast corridors that extended far below, Noland couldn’t help but marvel at this grand alchemy engineering feat.

“Alright, I can’t delay any longer. I’m not here for sightseeing.”

Noland regained his senses and began looking for the way to the next level.

He pulled out his dagger and tried to cut the metal fence.

The metal bars within the fence were evenly distributed with only a gap no more than 6 centimeters between them.

When using the “Bone Spirit Flight Technique”, his appearance was a white skull approximately 20 centimeters wide.

If he could cut the metal fence and fly out, going down from outside the fence would undoubtedly be the most efficient and convenient solution.

“No good, this metal fence is made of extraordinary alchemy material. My level 12 alchemy dagger can’t leave a scratch on its surface.”

Noland released a Deconstruction spell to have a look.

Good grief, the item level of the metal fences had reached 35, no wonder his little dagger couldn’t even leave a scratch.

Noland carefully examined the metal fence, finding no mechanical switches or alchemy arrays that could open it.

Then there was no choice but to go through the stairwell honestly.

Noland shook his head slightly, putting away his dagger.

His gaze shifted from the metal fence to the corridor, as he followed the movement of his head.

A ghostly pale, big-eyed child suddenly entered his field of vision.

Damn it…

Noland was startled, and his skeletal body quivered for a moment.

If it weren’t for his “Breath of the Dead” state, keeping his emotional fluctuations to a minimum, he would have been unable to resist yelling in surprise.

Upon closer inspection, this was not a human child, but a bizarre aberration.

Its appearance and facial contours resembled that of an 8-year-old human child, standing just over one meter tall with a thin frame, appearing malnourished for a long period.

Its eyes were large and filled with darkness.