Constructing-Style Wizard
Chapter 81 - Chapter 81: 64. Genuine Attitude

Chapter 81: 64. Genuine Attitude

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Third Underground Level.

The spacious Tomb Hall was packed with undead creatures from the First Underground Level to the Third.

From Skeleton Warriors on the First Underground Level, to Bound Spirits and Tomb Skeleton Soldiers on the Underground Layer 2, all squeezed into the Third Underground Level, completely clogging the tomb passages.

The Big Skeleton finally played its trump card.

It used Skeleton Warriors and Skeleton Hounds as bone material to fill up its wounds.

It casually grabbed a handful of Skeleton Warriors and stuffed them into the blast holes in its chest, healing the injuries caused by the Bee Syrup Bombs quickly.

Ribs regenerated, spinal bones repaired, and leg bones thickened once again.

Not only that, but Skeleton Warriors and Skeleton Hounds were also used as

“blue bottles.”

The Big Skeleton targeted the Imperial Army’s position and fired several “Death Pulses” in quick succession, squandering its death energy.

As soon as its energy ran low, it snatched up Skeleton Warriors, stuffed them into its mouth, crunched them down, and swallowed their shattered bones and souls.

The depleted death energy instantly recovered, and several more “Death Pulses” were thrown out.

If it wasn’t for the Empire’s Fist’s barrier being reinforced with layers of thick steel plates, these “Death Pulses” would have swept away the entire army.

Although the scene was crowded with undead, the Undead Cult was not gaining the upper hand. Instead, they were being suppressed by the well-equipped Imperial Army.

Bee Syrup Bullets, high-strength liquid flamethrowers, Bee Syrup Grenade launchers fired from fixed turrets, powerful Lightning Spores shooting concentrated lightning beams, and more – these powerful military weapons were killing the undead one after another, keeping them at bay. The “Imperial Fist” was giving the undead a severe beating.

“Is this all you’ve got? Scraps!”

A huge figure descended from the sky.

The massive feet, over half a meter wide, easily crushed Skeleton Warriors and Walking Dead, with flesh splashing and bone dust scattered all over.

The enormous Power Saw spit out red flames and carved through the sea of undead, splashing out blazing magma.

The fiery saw teeth buzzed while the saw sliced through enemies and, using the blade’s high temperature, completely melted the remains.

Facing the Big Skeleton’s “Death Pulse” attack, the giant figure charged forward without dodging, running through the black lightning.

The gigantic Power Saw sliced from bottom to top, splattering countless sparks, and cut the Big Skeleton in half.

The sparks sprayed onto the nearby Stone Tomb Bound Spirits, who quickly melted like ignited cotton, killing them as they let out shrill wails.

“Huh! Too weak! Too weak! What were you trying to achieve by calling all these undead from the three underground levels, feeding me? Hurry up and show me your real abilities, you scraps! I’m getting so sick of playing!”

Lieutenant Sterling Parker transformed into the “Imperial Fist,” wielding his gigantic Power Saw and rushing headlong through the battlefield, sweeping away hordes of undead as if he was unaffected by the “Perception Obstruction.”

“Sterling, your time is up!” A shout echoed from the staircase. Two Death Notice assassins carrying a metal box came to the Third Underground Level.

They placed the metal box on the ground and laughed wildly, one holding a heart-ripping dagger and the other a beheading short knife.

“Sterling, prepare to die! We’ve brought the Bone-mending Wand! It’s enough to drive all undead mad, making you feel the agony of an elephant being devoured by ants! Your little finger bones will belong to the Death Herald Guild!”

“Yes, that’s right! Die, Sterling! …Canary, Canary, come out, and open the box quickly!”

“What kind of bullshit Bone-mending Wand are you guys talking about?”

Sterling stomped on the floor, crushing the undead beneath his feet. He leaped high, landing heavily in front of the two Death Notice assassins.

His titan face loomed oppressively in the air, as he stared at the metal box in front of the two.

“What’s in here? Bone-mending Wand? Is it some magical artifact developed by the Death Herald Guild? Damn you idle bastards, always poking around with such wicked tricks.”

Sterling clenched his fist and struck down, banging the metal box with a clang.

The metal box didn’t budge, responding to the fist in silence and solidity.

Sterling’s eyes flashed with surprise, as the soldiers beside him felt the same.

This ordinary-looking metal box actually withstood Lieutenant Sterling’s punch in his titan form.

The two Death Notice assassins were sweating coldly from Sterling’s actions and frantically shouted:

“Canary! Canary! Come out now!”

“Pim, you damned son of a bitch! Stop hiding! Come here and open the box!”

“What does this have to do with Pim?” Lieutenant Sterling turned his head, looking towards a tent in the front line, but received no response.

“What a weird assassination attempt. What the hell were you Death Notice guys trying to pull?” Sterling said, bewildered. He waved his fist and smashed the two Death Notice assassins into a pulp.

He beckoned two soldiers and asked them to carry the metal box into the tent.

The soldiers picked up the metal box, entered the tent, and placed the box in front of the screen.

A soft sigh echoed inside the tent.

The metal box was drawn by an invisible force as it floated into the air, circled around the screen smoothly, and landed on the conference table inside the tent.

Murphy looked at the metal box in front of her, her pretty face showing a mix of relief and regret.

She turned her head and looked at the figure by the table.

“It seems that the Death Herald Guild still doesn’t know about Pim’s death, or they would have ordered the assassins to withdraw.. Morster, did you suppress Pim’s death?”