Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 144: 89. Opening Drumbeat_3
Because there was no need, no reason, to protect a person who wouldn't be
involved with him anymore at the risk of exposing himself.
Besides, she only interacted with him following the orders of Division Intelligence
Unit Three, not out of genuine desire.
As Noland Lee has previously said:
If we could change the time, change the place, change our identities, and meet
again, the outcome would naturally be better.
The fault lies in the identities of both parties and the timing of the encounter. After
all, who wouldn't be attracted to a gentle woman with voluptuous curves?
Noland was not someone filled with excessive kindness; he did not have the urge
to protect Sully.
Therefore, whether it was Sully’s pretty face or her ample waist, none could move
his heart.
Noland took off his shirt and stuffed it into the thatched pit, blocking the bubbling
water surface.
The poisonous gas wafting out of the pit was immediately reduced.
Noland moved to the side of the door, squinting out.
Traces of toxic fog were already drifting out from the isolation rooms on both
sides of the corridor.
The toxic gas snuck out through the window in the door, entered the bright
corridor nonchalantly, travelled through the underground level's ventilation
system, slipped into the vents on the walls, and wafted towards other corners of
the castle.
Noland took off his pants and plugged them into the small window on the door,
slowing down the time it took for the outside poisonous gas to enter the room.
He had a way to survive in the toxic fog, but that would consume Energy Points
and Soul Strength.
To save his limited casting resources, he needed to get a Breathing Mask as
soon as possible.
Noland looked at the wall; his gaze penetrated through several walls and landed
on the duty room of the guards.
He activated “Track the Living” and saw two guards fast asleep in the duty room.
“Gurgling, gurgling...’
Two muffled sounds came from the thatched pit in the corner.
A large amount of toxic gas spurted out from the gaps in the shirt, wandering
around in the narrow isolation room.
Noland listened attentively to the outside noise, nodded to himself, and began
calculating the best time to hold his breath.
“Hey hey!"
“Bang bang bang!”
A soldier woke up from his dream, knocking on the door while shouting into the
corridor:
“Hey hey hey! Guards! Quick! What the hell is happening! Cough cough... Why is
there Undead poisonous gas in my room! Cough cough.
A hoarse cry for help came from another isolation room:
“Help! Quickly open the door! Cough cough... Help! Anyone there! Guards!”
The coughing and panting screams reached Noland's ears and the third
underground level became noisy.
Those soldiers, in pain, desperation, and helplessness, were like people being
smothered by quicksand, or ducks sinking to the bottom of the water.
The guards they hoped for did not appear.
Only Noland knew that those two guards were already dead in their sleep.
Alcohol and poisonous fog from the water pits had taken their lives.
“Bang, Dang, Dang’.
Nextdoor, a series of muffled knocks sounded as the soldier locked inside
banged against the door like a madman.
The remaining soldiers also started to bang on the door, hoping to escape their
tombs.
“Crash!” A door was forced open and hit the wall.
A powerful soldier, clutching his chest and coughing violently, walked out of the
isolation room and staggered along the wall.
“Mate...cough cough... Help me...cough. Open the door for me.”
“Cough cough cough, quickly open the door, mate...I'm dying...cough cough
cough”
“Open the door...open the door..."
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The other soldiers in the isolation
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The soldier, who received everyone's hope, fell to the ground with a loud thud
after taking just a few steps in the corridor.
His fall seemed to be the opening beat to the chapter of death.
A series of heavy thuds came continuously from the isolation rooms.
In the blink of an eye, Noland Lee was the only living person left in the vast third
underground level.
Noland Lee took a deep breath, held it, took down the pants blocking the window,
and put them on..
He locked his gaze on the soldier's corpse in the corridor and silently
commanded:
“Rise, Lost Soul.”
Unseen energy waves followed Noland’s gaze and fell on the soldier's corpse.
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The soldier who had just lost his life,
controlled like a puppet with pulled
strings, moved his joints and slowly
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“Ah- is this the power of controlling the dead? Quite fascinating indeed. No
wonder so many people are drawn to death.”
Noland felt a silent exclamation as he gave an order to open the doors to his first
undead servitor.
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I'm sorry, Korabo Legion. Given the

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chains and suffering you've inflicted
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on me, I won't do anything for you in
this feast of death. I will quietly watch
as you step into your grave, turning
into dust in the pages of history... I
wonder how many soul fragments
the death of the Extraordinary can
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“Crash.”
The dead outside opened the door for Noland, silently standing aside, welcoming
their newly freed master.
“Mhhh-
Humming “Rise up Dead Man”, Noland emerged from the isolation room,
leisurely as a poet strolling under the sun..