Constructing-Style Wizard

In front of the fallen soldiers’ tent.

Noland Lee lifted the tent curtain, stroking his chin and thinking.

The fallen Imperial Soldiers were actually under the protection of Spirit Pivot…

No.

That’s not accurate.

The correct statement should be:

The moment the Imperial Soldiers fell, the Spirit Pivot would absorb the soul fragments from their corpses.

Over the past half an hour, Noland Lee had moved three “fresh” corpses and repeatedly confirmed this fact.

Furthermore, any living beings that died within Spirit Pivot’s range, regardless of whether or not they were killed by the Undead, would have their soul fragments taken by the Spirit Pivot.

If Noland Lee wanted to increase his Soul Strength, he would have to avoid the scope of Spirit Pivot’s influence.

Looking at the heated battle on the front lines, Noland Lee had a strange feeling.

He felt as if the Undead Cult was doing a risk-free trade.

Using the Eternal Essence inside the Spirit Pivot as bait and the threat of the land being tainted, they forced the Imperial Army to come and cleanse the Grave Vaults.

In the process, the Imperial Army had invested large amounts of resources and expended a great number of troops.

What did the Imperial Army gain?

The life-giving Eternal Essence and the Grave Vaults that could be taken by the

Undead at any moment.

The Undead Cult paid with the Eternal Essence, magic materials for constructing the Spirit Pivot, and casting materials for summoning the Undead Army.

Beyond that, there shouldn’t be any additional costs, right?

Were these expenses too much for the Undead Cult?

Noland Lee wasn’t an insider in the Undead Cult, so he wasn’t sure about the specifics.

But he thought that if the cost of war for the Undead Cult was a significant burden, then the group of Lost Souls would choose to rest underground and accumulate power.

Instead of instigating trouble in various Grave Vaults from time to time, as they were doing now, and forcing the Imperial Army to step in and clean up.

No matter how you looked at it, the Undead Cult had paid the material costs and gained souls in return.

For the Undead, who lived on souls, this was definitely a surefire gain.

“Chief Officer, I’ve moved the corpses of the fallen soldiers into the tent,” Noland said, wiping the sweat from his forehead and looking up at the guards on the high platform.

The guard looked down, about to say something, but his face suddenly filled with joy as he caught a glimpse of the staircase out of the corner of his eye: “My God! Look, everyone! Lieutenant Grett is back! Lieutenant Grett is back!”

His shout was barely audible amidst the roar of gunfire, but the name “Grett” was too eye-catching.

Several soldiers poked their heads out of the barricade, looking in the direction the guard was pointing, then turned to shout at their comrades.

“It’s really Lieutenant Grett! Look, mates! Lieutenant Grett didn’t die!”

“Let me see! …Damn! I can’t believe he managed to escape from the Cavern Evil Spiders! ”

“Who’s that with Lieutenant Grett? Is that Pim? …Ah? No, no, it’s Sergeant

Mars! Did Sergeant Mars and Sergeant Pim work together to rescue Lieutenant

Grett? Where’s Sergeant Pim then?”

“Forget about that Intelligence Officer 2 guy. Just the thought of his face makes me sick. A grown man, always either combing his hair or trimming his nails. It’s disgusting. ”

The gunfire on the front lines briefly weakened as soldiers poked their heads out of the barricade, chatting and gazing in the direction of Grett and his companion.

If it weren’t for the guards on the high platform shouting loudly to maintain order in the battle, the front lines might have fallen into a “silence” state.

It’s no wonder the soldiers couldn’t maintain discipline – the scene of Lieutenant Grett returning to the campsite was just too shocking.

A man who was doomed to die appeared alive before them, and the suspense was enough to captivate everyone’s curiosity.

Noland stared in the direction of Grett and his companion, slightly opening his mouth and letting his face show a surprised expression.

He knew Lieutenant Grett wasn’t dead.

He also guessed that Sergeant Mars would be returning with Lieutenant Grett.

But a good Sin Soldier No. 888 was a traveler who had mastered the death spell.

Noland Lee, with a perfectly surprised look on his face, ran towards Captain Mars, as if he was a squad member who had seen his Chief Officer survive. “Captain Mars, you’re amazing. You actually managed to save Lieutenant Grett,” Noland said with a hint of admiration as he approached Captain Mars.

At this moment, Mars was helping Grett, who had his right arm over his shoulder, make his way to the campsite.

As for Lieutenant Grett, this burly man had his eyes tightly closed, gritting his teeth, with veins bulging on his face. He was covered with wounds and there wasn’t a single spot on his body unharmed. He looked to be in great pain.

But in reality… Noland knew all too well that Lieutenant Grett’s condition was quite good.

The first time Noland Lee saw Lieutenant Grett, he needed 1000 energy points to completely deconstruct him.

Now, that number had doubled, reaching a whopping 2000 points.

This indicated that Lieutenant Grett had advanced from the First Order “Imperial Fist” to the Second Order.

The painful expression on his face and his body injuries were deliberately faked.

Noland secretly shook his head, thinking to himself, what kind of army had he joined? Everyone was an actor…

Sergeant Mars’s acting skills were not bad either.

He intentionally tensed his facial muscles, and with a solemn tone, he said:

“Jarvis, now is not a good time to chat. Go get the Medical Soldiers to help quickly. Lieutenant Grett overexerted himself fighting the Cavern Evil Spiders and sustained severe injuries. He needs immediate treatment..”