Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 238 - 238: 113. “Throwing Money” Spell_2

“Fear Spell,” causing them to instinctively open their mouths and roar loudly at Noland Lee.

Before they could finish their roar, bullets lodged into their upper jaws, shattering their heads and taking their lives.

“Bang bang bang bang…”

The gunfire persisted, and the aberrations fell to the ground one by one.

Waves of echoes filled the corridor, interspersed with the angry roars of the aberrations.

Finally, after three minutes, the last aberration fell.

At the same time, the 30 lost souls that had blocked the corridor and held back the aberrations for Noland Lee also collapsed.

They used their bodies to divert enemies for Noland Lee, letting only two or three aberrations through at a time.

Thanks to them, Noland Lee had the confidence to calmly deal with a large nest of aberrations.

After completing their mission, these 30 aberration undead stiffened and lay limp on the ground, becoming part of the dead aberrations.

Noland Lee glanced at the crowded corridor, ensuring that there were no living creatures left, then clenched his fist, swung his arm, and celebrated his victory.

“Ohoho. ‘Enslavement of Deceased’ is so useful! These aberration undead diverted the enemies’ hatred for me, saving me a lot of trouble. With them around, I, as the ADC, can output damage worry-free.”

Noland Lee glanced at his ammo inventory in his backpack.

With the addition of the aberration undead, his shooting accuracy had significantly improved, and his ammunition consumption had decreased considerably.

Along the way, he must have dealt with at least five nests of aberrations. He still had 200 bullets remaining, so his ammo supply was sufficient for now.

As for soul strength gains.

The aberrations occupying the food storage warehouse were mostly Level 2 aberrations, with a few Level 1, 3, and 4 aberrations.

Level 3 aberrations had suckers in the palms of their hands, allowing them to cling to smooth walls and ceilings, and were larger in size than Level 2 aberrations.

Level 4 aberrations had suckers on both their hands and feet, making them even more agile than Level 3 aberrations.

It seemed that the higher the aberrations’ level, the more extra parts they had on their bodies.

Each Level 3 aberration contributed 0.3 points of soul strength to Noland Lee, while each Level 4 aberration contributed 0.4 points of soul strength.

After absorbing all the soul fragments from the corpses at the scene, Noland Lee checked the system’s statistics and felt pleased.

[System Message: ]

[Soul Strength+20.2 points.]

[Current Soul Strength: 62 points.]

“Not bad, not bad. Summoning 30 aberration undead cost me 3 points of soul strength and 30 energy points. Casting control spells 12 times cost 1.2 points of soul strength and 12 energy points. In total, I invested 4.2 points of soul strength and 42 energy points, and gained about 20 points of soul strength. This transaction was definitely profitable.”

Noland Lee looked at the corridor littered with corpses and filthy blood, and nodded slowly.

Ultimately, his profits were mostly because of the terrain advantage.

The corridor was less than two meters wide. The 30 aberration undead fully blocked the corridor, allowing Noland Lee to divert the enemies.

If it had been an open area, he wouldn’t have been able to handle it as easily.

“Elemental Judgement has control over elemental magic, so they should be able to change the terrain, in theory. I wonder if they have any paid teaching services. If I could learn a few terrain-changing spells, I could create favorable terrain for myself anytime, anywhere.”

As Noland Lee mulled it over, he suddenly slapped his forehead, realizing his own stupidity.

He had only just remembered that the wizards of this world didn’t have the habit of cross-domain communication.

In Greenshaw’s memory, all wizard factions were very closed-off, and so were the branches within each faction. They refused to exchange magic between branches, and spying on the magical knowledge of other factions was considered an unforgivable sin.

For Noland Lee to change the terrain, he would need to try a different approach.

“Maybe I could look for some alchemy items that can change the terrain. As long as there are narrow terrains and the undead, I can handle a hundred low-level aberrations by myself without any problem.”

Noland Lee abandoned his plan to learn elemental magic from the Elemental Judgement faction.

He continued his walk, deep in thought, towards the food storage warehouse with the vertical shaft.

On the map Kent provided, there were notes he had written himself. The primary content of those notes was what needed to be done when patrolling the Third Underground Level each time.

In addition to ensuring that all entrances to the staircase connections were closed, Kent also had to carefully check the situation with the vertical shaft and close its sluice gate.

This task was recorded on the map using bold text, and marked with an exclamation point, so it seemed to be the most important task.

Since Kent wasn’t there now, Noland Lee didn’t mind helping him complete this task.

Stepping over the sewage-streaked ground and scaling the small mountains of piled corpses, Noland Lee entered the vast food storage warehouse.

He checked every corner, making sure there were no enemies, before heading to the dark entrance of the vertical shaft to peer down.

“The situation here seems pretty serious… The semi-circular sluice gate of the vertical shaft entrance has been chiseled apart, and the door hinges are broken.

No wonder there were so many aberrations in the food storage warehouse.

These aberrations must have crawled up from the vertical shaft.”

Noland Lee leaned on the railing of the entrance to the vertical shaft and looked down.

It was pitch black, and the bottom was invisible.

This vertical shaft, which went straight down to the Seventieth Underground Level, swallowed his gaze like a giant abyss..