Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 147 - 147: 90• “SPY” Yog—3

Noland Lee remained motionless, silently waiting for Yog to complete the summoning ritual.

He heard rustling footsteps, dense and disorderly, coming from the morgues upstairs.

The imperial soldiers and military officers who died due to failed rescue efforts got up from the cold floor, swayed through the door, and entered the corridor.

Following Yog’s instructions, they gathered at the entrance of the staircase on the first underground level.

A hoarse laughter came from the direction of the staircase and entered Noland Lee’s ears.

The laugh was full of joy, but also weak.

“I finally succeeded… Indeed… Ordinary people can master death too… haha… cough cough… The voice in my head was real! Hahaha… As long as one is close enough to death, anyone can master this great power…”

Upon hearing this, Noland Lee blinked.

The voice in his head?

Did Yog see some Death Herald Guild propaganda material and get mentally polluted by it?

There was new activity in the staircase.

The walking dead controlled by Yog entered the staircase, walking up the corridor.

Yog himself walked in front of the walking dead, leading his minions to the ground level, shouting excitedly:

“Go, go, my undead soldiers, destroy the undead of the Undead Cult! I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time! I want to prove with real actions that the mighty power of death can also be mastered by mankind! I want to save the Korabo Legion! I want to protect my imperial mother! I want to dedicate the power of death to the Emperor!”

Noland Lee looked bewildered, obviously startled.

Wasn’t Yog a spy for the Death Herald Guild?

What is he, then?

An idiot?

Taking the walking dead to fight at this point, if he wasn’t shot to pieces by the legion soldiers as an enemy, that would mean he was lucky.

He even thought about reversing the situation with this small force; isn’t that just foolish…

Noland Lee shook his head slightly, not quite understanding the thoughts of this imperial man.

Whether it was about saving the Legion or dedicating power to the Emperor, Noland Lee did not sympathize at all.

As a traveler, he had no sense of belonging to the Tatis Empire whatsoever. Noland Lee silently waited for the walking dead on the first underground level to leave.

When there was no movement upstairs, he squeezed through the poisonous fog, entered the staircase, and cautiously explored upward.

Noland Lee’s current goal was only one thing, the life elixir stored in the Medical Department’s warehouse.

Once he got his hands on it, he would leave the Legion Fortress while collecting soul fragments.

As for how to go to the Blade Mountain Range after leaving the fortress, he would figure it out later.

The great gate of the first underground level staircase soon appeared in front of Noland Lee.

After carefully thinking it over, he silently pushed open the sluice gate, walked along the bloodstained walkway, and arrived at Yog’s dormitory.

Piercing the gap in the door, sweeping over the messy layout in the dormitory, Noland Lee locked onto the ritual array that summoned the walking dead.

It had a black circular graffiti appearance, emitting a faint black light, and sporadically spraying a puff of black mist into the air.

And its power source were the dozen or so Death Element Stones embedded in the center of the array.

Noland Lee sent a deconstruction technique to the ritual array, read the system message, and slowly nodded his head.

The summoning array used by Yog was a first-order undead array specifically designed to summon the walking dead.

Noland Lee knew it too.

He extracted it from the “Death Spell UP Pool”.

As for how Yog learned this magic spell, Noland Lee did not intend to delve into it.

Noland Lee retracted his gaze, turned around and left, sighing in his heart:

“Yog, oh, Yog, don’t die too soon. At least wait until I leave the Legion Fortress, and help me distract more attention by falling afterward. I’ll bet it’s not the undead who kill you, but bullets from the Legion..”