Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 437: 149. Is this an angel?! _2

Translator: 549690339

In order to prevent being discovered by the enemy party, Noland Lee took out the long-cherished Black Bone Piece.

The Black Bone Piece originated from the Blackbone Hermit. It had bulletproof and element-resistant properties as well as excellent anti-detection capabilities.

Noland had killed almost 30 Blackbone Hermits and stored about 300 Black Bone Pieces in his Folding Space.

He had previously experimented at the Alchemy Club by attaching the Black Bone Pieces to his body, which could effectively block the detection spells and tools targeted at both the living and the dead.

After realizing the superb anti-detection features of the Black Bone Piece, Noland had spent some time weaving them into a wearable armor.

Now, this hand-designed, handmade armor of his came in handy.

Noland wore the armor, covering all the bones of his skeletal body.

In this way, when he uses the “Life and Death Tracking” technique on himself, he no longer sees the yellow outline that symbolizes the “Lost Souls” but the black color of a non-living entity.

That wasn’t all.

Noland also took out a Blackbone Hermit’s Alchemy Cloak to put on. This was the spoils of war he had acquired from the Machinery Factory where mutants were created.

With this change, he transformed into a slightly bloated Blackbone Hermit.

As long as he didn’t speak and expose his voice, an ordinary person might not be able to see through his disguise.

“Alright, the disguise is done. All I have to do now is wait for the battle on the 26th underground layer to end. What are these guys after, that they have to fight so desperately…”

Noland glanced at the floors below and was taken aback.

He saw a large group of Flywing Mutants flying up from the cliff below and rushing into the 26th underground layer.

These mutants were probably alarmed by the noise of the cutting fence and gunshots. As soon as they entered the 26th underground layer, the sounds of gunfire and dog-like howls became even more intense.

The Night Spirit Magician named Fugidia was directly squeezed out of the corridor by the fierce gunfire and the swarming Flywing Mutants.

She was forced to transform into a group of bats, avoiding the oncoming Flywing Mutants and flying perilously upward between the cliff faces, quickly returning to the 21st underground layer.

Faint screams and curses came from Fugidia’s direction.

“Damn… foolish Alchemists have attracted the mutants from their nests… Let’s see how you take the Ancient Sage’s Alchemy Manuscripts away now!”

Oh, it turns out they were after the Ancient Alchemy Manuscripts, no wonder they were fighting so hard.

Noland nodded slowly, not desiring the so-called Ancient Alchemy Manuscripts.

Ancient Alchemy Manuscripts referred to alchemy blueprints penned by the original author. These were very attractive to alchemists, but for wizards, they could only be considered as nice collections or ancient relics that could be exchanged for money.

As for why Fugidia wanted to intervene, Noland reckoned that she was trying to make a final profit before leaving.

Carefully calculating the time, there were only two weeks left for Fugidia, Sheldon Archer, and Nikcat to be forcibly expelled from Union City. It would be regrettable not to take advantage of the Unclaimed Corridor to make a fortune.

As Noland thought, he saw Fugidia transform into a group of bats again.

This time, she didn’t fly down to the 26th underground layer, but flew towards the metal gate leading to Sector 5 next door.

Noland watched the fiery-tempered and curvy figure of the Witch leave without any intention of striking up a conversation or deconstructing her.

As soon as Fugidia left, two more groups of alchemists entered the 21st underground layer. They came down from upstairs, belonging to the Blood Fox Gang and Steam Armored Gang.

Noland looked up at the upstairs. The Ferocious Hound Gang and Vulture Gang’s teams had been wiped out and were jointly strangled by the Blood Fox Gang and Steam Armored Gang. Up in the magic vision, many limb fragments could be seen.

“Tsk, the Unclaimed Corridor is turning into a meat grinder now…”

Noland sighed inwardly as he watched the Blood Fox Gang and Steam Armored Gang fly down to the 26th underground layer.

“When will it be over? Am I going to wait here for an hour or two?”

Noland frowned, with the floor map appearing in his mind.

He pondered for a moment, clenched his fist and tapped it lightly on his palm:

“I can only take the vertical shaft of the 21st underground layer. That is a quick passage that goes straight to the depths of the underground. I can also reach the depths and then explore layer by layer upward.”

Noland set off for the marked entrance of the vertical shaft, hoping not to encounter illegal alchemists just coming up from the shaft…

Sometimes, things just happen to be that unlucky.

Just as Noland approached the vertical shaft, the traction device of the lifting platform was turning. The sound of rusty gears turning, covering a distance of hundreds of meters, pierced into Noland’s ears.

Using his magic vision to look at the situation inside the vertical shaft, Noland saw the outline of the Alchemy Slaves’ bodies.

There were six Alchemy Slaves, three on each side, standing on both sides of the lifting platform. Judging from their positions, two Blackbone Hermits should be standing between the two groups of Alchemy Slaves.

Since the Blackbone Hermits were immune to detection spells, Noland couldn’t see them through the layers of walls.

But that didn’t stop him from targeting those people.

In Noland’s eyes, the Blackbone Hermits were not good people, and there was no psychological burden in killing them.

Noland quickly arrived at the entrance of the vertical shaft, squeezed past the wandering mutants, and before the lifting platform could stabilize, he drew out his magic wand.