Constructing-Style Wizard

“The internal security of the Korabo Legion is quite lax. There aren’t even any breathing masks or filter cartridges provided in the guard room…”

Suppressing his breath, Noland Lee quickly rummaged through the guardroom under the illumination of the coal lamp, skillfully searching without daring to slack off.

He opened drawers, turned over bed boards, and checked storage cabinets, searching every possible location but never finding any trace of breathing masks or filter cartridges.

“The internal defense of this Legion fortress is full of loopholes, which I truly despise. Have they never considered the possibility of an undead invasion?”

Feeling helpless, Noland Lee changed his course, taking the key ring from the guard and opening the great gate to the third underground level, and entered the empty staircase.

There were no ventilation ducts or sewage pipes in the staircase, making it one of the handful of places with the thinnest concentrations of the undead poison fog.

Noland Lee took a few deep breaths here, purging the waste gases from his body, then sucked in fresh air before reentering the guard room of the third underground level.

In the guardroom, there were firearms, ammunition, plate armor, armored clothing, along with essential combat supplies such as hemostatic and nutrient solutions.

Noland Lee took a uniform and protective gear from the storage cabinet, put them on himself, then armed himself with a gun and a short-barreled rifle. He grabbed several nutrient solutions and hemostatics and stuffed them into his pockets.

He returned to the staircase to get a breath of fresh air, then went back to the guard room, crossed the metal gate, and entered the corridor of the isolation room.

A robust corpse was waiting for him there.

Noland Lee issued a command to it:

“Follow me, I’ll unlock the isolation room doors. You drag all the corpses inside the guard room.”

Although it seemed dumb and silly, the undead possessed some leftover intellect from its previous life.

After Noland Lee opened the doors of the isolation room, the undead dragged the corpses into the corridor and placed them on the floor of the guardroom as its master intended.

During this process, Noland Lee collected the soul fragments from the corpses of the soldiers.

However, he wasn’t there to obtain soul strength.

He was willing to spend time on this underground level mainly to delay any potential pursuers.

Noland Lee was well aware that if he didn’t handle his own trail properly, he would definitely attract at least two groups of people.

Both the military officers from Intelligence Department 4 led by Murphy and the investigators from Division Intelligence Unit Two led by Sergeant Kasha would relentlessly pursue him.

A clever scene arrangement was essential if he wanted to mislead his pursuers, and a raging flame that burned everything could cover up most of the truth.

About five minutes later, the corpses of the isolated soldiers were spread throughout the guardroom.

Noland Lee entered the staircase, commanded the undead to close the door of the guardroom from inside, and locked the metal door. He then hung the key ring on the hook on the wall.

As such, the guardroom and the isolation room connected to it became a hidden chamber.

Noland Lee issued another command.

The undead lifted the coal lamp from the table and smashed it on the floor. The spilled coal ignited the furniture and corpses inside the guardroom.

Watching as the fire grew more intense, Noland Lee calmly nodded and snapped his fingers, releasing his “Enslavement of Deceased” technique.

The undead creature serving its master stumbled and fell, joining the flames to become a burned corpse.

“Undead poison fog has appeared on the underground third level. The soldiers detained inside have rioted, forcibly breaking the doors of individual rooms and entering the guardroom. Due to the poison gas, they lost their senses and accidentally knocked over the coal lamp, causing the scene to become engulfed in flames. The burning gas and lack of oxygen, combined with the poison fog from the undead, have killed the trapped soldiers. Their bodies would be burned to ashes, mixed together, and unidentifiable.”

Noland Lee pondered, grinned, and commended himself:

“In this way, Intelligence Officer 2 and 4 will have to spend quite some time trying to figure out if I was burned to death or not.”

Noland Lee turned around and headed up the stairs.

At this moment, the undead poison fog had entered and the shouts were echoes in the stairway.

Noland Lee didn’t rush to the ground level.

He walked slowly, lightly, making no sound.

He activated “Tracking the Living” with his eyes shrouded in darkness.

The condition of the personnel on the underground second level emerged before his eyes.

This floor was a common supplies warehouse for the Legion, filled with various items such as tables, chairs, nails, and hammers.

The Legion’s armory was not in the castle, so it was kept in a secret location unknown to Private Second Class soldiers.

However, the defense forces in this underground level were not strong, just the ordinary soldiers responsible for the night shift patrol.

They were lucky not to be slacking off during their shift.

A few minutes after the undead poison fog appeared, they left the second underground level without permission to seek refuge on the ground level.

Noland Lee observed the second underground level with “Tracking the Living,” and only after repeatedly confirming that there were no living people inside, did he push open the partially closed staircase gate and enter.

“Not bad, there are indeed breathing masks here.”

Inside the warehouse filled with breathing masks and filter cartridges, Noland Lee put on a mask and picked up a backpack. He filled it with an entire pack of filter cartridges, food, and water. Then, he opened the door and went to the next warehouse..