Constructing-Style Wizard
Chapter 155 - 155: 93. Blessings to the Good Person_2

Chapter 155: 93. Blessings to the Good Person_2

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While Biochemical Giants prepared for the battle with exoskeletons, the Skeleton Colossus descended onto the field with its bone armor.

The Biochemical Giants emitted Flame Pillars using biochemical reactors, while the Skeleton Colossus, with its jaws wide open, unleashed the Death Pulse rays.

Brandishing weapons, the Biochemical Giants severed the arms of the Skeleton Colossus, but could do nothing to resist the opponent’s rapid repair under the drizzle.

The Skeleton Colossus gripped the arm of the Biochemical Giant, bit into it, piercing the exoskeleton and tearing off a large chunk of bloody flesh.

But in the blink of an eye, the Biochemical Giants’ wounds were healed amidst the squirming of fresh flesh, displaying incredible self-healing abilities.

The fight between them was as if they were mirrored images of each other.

No matter what moves one party used, the other party always had a way to counter the attack.

Each time they collided, the castle would tremble.

Steam pipelines outside the walls burst, stone bricks on the walls cracked, and bits of metal, mud, and rocks continuously fell with the rainwater.

“It’s because they have the same mentorship so they can’t break through each other’s attacks. ‘Tis a stalemate.” Noland Lee shook his head and sighed when he saw the cracking castle wall.

“Stop fighting, you guys. This castle is being torn apart by you, it’s a valuable ancient structure, it’d be a pity if it collapses… Forget it, it’s none of my business. I must swiftly replace a safe route and climb over the fortress wall.” Noland Lee surveyed the fortress. The internal battles in other areas followed the same pattern as this one.

The “Imperial Fist” was dealing with the Skeleton Colossus.

The regular soldiers were concentrated near multiple large sewer pipe entrances.

They were constructing their firepower network, frantically blocking the Dark Wrathful Spirits that emerged from underground, unable to spare any hands or time to sweep away the other Dark Wrathful Spirits wandering the streets.

It wasn’t only soldiers and military officers in the Legion Fortress but also many ordinary people.

These were ordinary people recruited from throughout the Empire, including laborers moving goods next to the steam train station, and workers in the dining hall, hotel, artificial gardens, and boiler rooms.

These people were too far from the line where Imperial Soldiers assembled. They couldn’t get protection and could only emit cries of despair, calling for the soldiers’ rescue.

Noland Lee felt helpless to intervene in the situation. He could only silently pray for these ordinary people’s safety.

He pondered for two seconds, listening to the chaos outside while calling forth the map of the fortress he had drawn in his mind.

After transferring the map onto the wall in the isolation room, Noland Lee used his Deconstruction Technique to etch it into his mind.

Now, with a single thought, the map would appear before him.

He identified his location based on the house specifications and directions of the streets on the map.

“I am currently situated on the southwestern side of the Legion Fortress, about 600 meters away from the nearest fortress wall. If I were to go straight, I’d have to cross Shop Street and the Firearms Workshop. Perhaps I can still travel comfortably within the city, but what about outside?”

Noland Lee raised his eyes to gaze at the walls in the southwest.

It was quite a distance away, and the sky was dark, but the fiery lights of gunfire on the walls couldn’t be concealed.

Noland Lee could vaguely see many soldiers ferrying ammunition and artillery in a flurry, cranking up the firepower of the city defense cannons and fixed machine guns, showering the outside city with gunfire.

The impressive city defense cannons fired continuously without any pause.

The soldiers operating the cannons wished they could hoist the cannons onto their shoulders and retaliate directly against the encroaching Undead Spirits outside the city walls.

As retaliation, the Undead Spirits sent back with poisoned arrows, noxious globs, and deadly Death Pulse rays that were harming the soldiers upon the wall.

The hollow howls of the Skeleton Colossus emanated from amidst the pandemonium, making one’s heart tremble with fear.

“The fight outside the city is so intense… just how many Undead Spirits are besieging us…” Noland Lee frowned as he scanned through the map again.

About half a minute had passed when the sound of a wardrobe toppling over came from downstairs.

Noland Lee went over to the stairs, looked down and saw a few Dark Wrathful Spirits storming into the house, circling around him.

Noland Lee realized he had stayed here for too long.

He crawled out of the window onto the balcony, then from the railing, climbed onto the roof, walking from one stone house roof to another.

Along the way, he collected soul fragments. Every corpse within his sight gave a boost to his Soul Strength.

The previous battles depleted most of his stored Soul Strength, but now it was beginning to recover.

Noland Lee breathed a sigh of relief. Choosing to make a slight detour in the city, he went to all areas at the wall, and then decided from which spot he would climb over.

He had thought about having someone drive a steam locomotive, leaving the Legion Fortress by train.

Unfortunately, the Undead Cult must have some capable individuals influencing it. The tracks that the steam train relied on for motion had already been destroyed by the Dark Wrathful Spirits and the Skeleton Colossus.

Noland Lee went around the parking area where the steam locomotives were parked but left with nothing gained.

The city gates were tightly shut, the Undead army was outside the city, and the parked steam locomotives were destroyed by the Undead, so it was impossible to break out of the fortress in a steam locomotive.

The conclusion was inevitable; there was only one way.

The only way he could leave the Legion Fortress, similarly to Bus Line 11, was to depend on his legs and walk away.

Noland Lee checked his Personal Panel.

He had been wandering around and his Soul Strength had increased to over 400 points.

The soul fragments he collected were all from ordinary soldiers or people,

none of them were from the “Imperial Fist.”

This fact alone reveals the horrendous state of ordinary lives in the Legion Fortress.

While on the roof deciding his direction, Noland Lee caught a few charging Dark Wrathful Spirits with his hands and turned to another area with a concentration of common creatures to capture the soul fragments, intending to leave once he had accomplished his goal..