Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 163 - 163: 96. Rain in the Heart (Single Update of 10,000 Words)

Nearby the Artifact Repository.

The trickle of the river water only seemed to make the area more silent.

This rare moment of tranquility was disrupted by the roar of an engine echoing in the underground tunnel.

A steam locomotive arrived from the surface, coming to a halt amidst short bursts of brakes.

Four men and a woman alighted from the locomotive. With a slam of the car door, they grabbed their guns, shouldered their combat gear, and arrived by the underground river via the tunnel.

About half an hour earlier, Kasha had evacuated this area with the bulk of the troops, escorting the ancient artifacts to the surface.

Half an hour later, she returned to the same spot, followed by four elite fighters.

Returning to familiar ground, a faint smile played at the corners of her mouth.

This had nothing to do with her soon becoming the guide for the fortress garrison. It was because she could finally return to the fortress, go to the third underground level of the castle, and confirm whether Sin Soldier No. 888 was still alive or not.

If Sin Soldier No. 888 was still alive, that would be excellent.

She could then capture him, take him outside the city, and lock him up in the dungeon of Intelligence Department 2 Outpost.

With an escape route map in hand, Kasha wasn’t worried that her actions of forcibly capturing Sin Soldier No. 888 would be stopped by the members of the Korabo Legion.

“The moment I capture Sin Soldier No. 888, I’ll torture him with the cruelest instruments. He must know many of Murphy’s secrets, otherwise he couldn’t have predicted the attack on the Legion Fortress with that weird speech.

She stopped by the entrance to the Artifact Repository and instructed her elite fighters to stay on guard, especially against any possible threats downstream, where a large number of metal skeletons had recently appeared.

As she faced the tunnel leading to the Artifact Repository, Kasha frowned thoughtfully and uttered,

“I remember a soldier accidentally broke a stone statue. The fragments should be inside the tunnel. Should I send someone to clean them up, so as not to fall into the hands of the undead… Forget it, it’s just a stone statue. Just this small object shouldn’t allow the undead to recover too many memories.” With a flick of her hand, Kasha, trailed by her four followers, continued to move forward.

Just as they were passing the entrance to the Artifact Repository, a figure, shrouded from head to toe, emerged from the dark tunnel.

His left hand extended forward, his index finger aimed at Kasha’s head, and his right hand held a revolver.

Without any unnecessary chatter or superfluous movements, he did not give the elite fighters monitoring the surroundings any time to react.

His left finger gave a slight tremor, and a streak of transparent lightning, emitting a thick death aura, shot from his fingers and landed on Kasha’s skull.

“Squish!”

The head was cracked open, with blood and brains splattering on the faces of the elite fighters.

“Enemy attack!”

The elite fighters’ eyes widened in shock, filled with burning rage as they raised their guns and opened fire.

“Bang, bang, bang…

The attacker’s revolver spewed rounds, completely disregarding the bullets heading his way from the four men.

At the same time, the bullets from the elite fighters managed to tear the attacker’s rain cloak, penetrated the armored clothing, and aimed for his vital areas such as heart, neck artery, eye sockets.

However, these bullets seemed to have hit an incredibly soft material as they reached the attacker’s skin and ricocheted out, spinning in the air and falling into the river, splashing water droplets.

The elite fighters looked on astounded, their eyes filled with disbelief.

In their comprehension, anyone who only wore armored clothing and a rain cloak should have fallen dead to their silenced rifle bullets.

But now, the assailant appeared entirely unhurt. This sight was beyond the grasp of the elite soldiers.

This momentary distraction provided the attacker with the perfect opportunity for heinous assault.

The bullets from the revolver connected with the head of an enemy, pierced through the eye socket, went through another man’s neck, and spattered a string of bright blood.

The last standing elite fighter finally realized what he needed to do. He began using his comrades’ corpses as a shield, pulling out a metal injector to stab into his neck.

Suddenly, transparent lightning streaked past.

An unexplained terror descended upon his head.

“Aaah!”

He quickly dropped the metal injector, shoved their human shield aside and started screaming and running away from the attacker in panic.

“Bang, bang.”

The last two bullets from the attack’s gun blew open the back of the elite fighter’s head, sprinkling blood on the ground.

The corpse fallen onto the ground, with body heat disappearing rapidly.

“Tch.

Noland Lee, the attacker, faced the scene before him with a disdainful chuckle, calmly reloading his revolver,

“Well, that was enlightening. This so-called ‘Imperial Fist’ is seriously malformed. Their Biochemical Giant Form is powerful and quite strong, but in human form, their defense is about the same as an ordinary person. If their head or other vital parts are hit, they will die instantly as well.”

Noland squatted down beside Kasha and started searching through her pockets and backpack, constantly voicing his complaints,

“Really, it was such a waste to use ‘Death Finger’ just now. If I’d known her human form was as weak as a chicken’s, I wouldn’t have used my trump card… It hurts, it really hurts. To ensure a 100% instant kill, ninety points of Soul

Strength and ninety Energy Points were used up… Well, at least Passive

Deconstruction was activated, otherwise I really would have been at a loss..”