Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 157 - 157: 94. Unexpected encounter underground

[Soul Strength +0.2.]

[Current Soul Strength is 420 points.]

“My soul strength far exceeds expectations…”

Noland Lee stood at the foot of the fortress wall, his body hidden in the shadows, and a few corpses of soldiers lay at his feet.

The soldiers’ deaths were not Noland Lee’s doing.

They had fought intensely against the undead creatures on the wall and were accidentally hit by the enemy, falling to their death from the wall, and only then did they become the subjects of Noland Lee’s soul fragment collection.

Noland Lee looked up at the city walls with solemn eyes.

After the Dark Wrathful Spirits and Skeleton Colossi, the Undead Cult monks and priests had also entered the stage.

Noland Lee saw the splash of Cavern Evil Spiders’ spider webs across the sky above and falling onto the streets of the city, where they then exploded into a sticky web.

He also heard the sounds of Cavern Evil Spiders releasing Stinkbug Flies.

The flies’ stench and the sound of their buzzing as they flew scraped against the wall, and in an instant, they took the lives of the soldiers.

This Cavern Evil Spider died quickly under the artillery fire, but its death did not stop the Undead Army from continuing to attack.

More Cavern Evil Spiders used their silk as towlines to jump on from the outside of the city walls, engaging Imperial soldiers in close combat.

The Legion had no choice but to deploy more “Imperial Fists” to respond to the situation on the walls.

Worse still, the Cavern Evil Spiders had allies.

Inside the Undead Cult, the battle areas seemed to be divided according to factions.

The Cavern Evil Spiders obeyed the commands of the Spider Mother and belonged to the Resentment Faction. They appeared in groups on the northern walls of the Legion Fortress, where Noland Lee was at.

Frost Skeleton Mages belonged to the Stubborn Faction, under the command of the Frost Demon Bone. They launched their attacks from the western part of the Legion Fortress.

Appearing in the southern part of the Legion Fortress were War Spirits.

They had the ability to summon undead troops on the spot and could even summon undead cannons and confront Imperial soldiers after a long preparation for casting.

The War Spirits came from the Undead Cult – Insanity Faction.

As to who the mastermind of the Insanity Faction was, Noland Lee had no idea.

Anyway, these extraordinary undead creatures capable of individual and group battles were much harder to deal with than the Cavern Evil Spiders and Skeleton Mages.

In the eastern part of the Legion Fortress, where the steam train platform and tracks were located, the Stitched Creatures, led by the Spectral Ripper and Tomb Skeleton Soldiers, had become the main force.

Noland Lee had wandered around there briefly, collecting all the soul fragments he could but could not find the extraordinary undead spirits controlling the Stitched Creature army nor could he determine which faction they belonged to.

Either way, Noland Lee had to grit his teeth and follow through with his plan to escape the fortress.

He seized the opportunity, and when no one was paying attention to him, he went up to the city walls to take a look at the outside.

“Sigh…” The scene of the battle outside the city made Noland Lee gasp.

Within his field of vision, under the dim night sky, wherever his gaze reached, there were all kinds of undead troops, such as Skeleton Warriors, Big Skeletons, Walking Dead, and Soul-binding creatures.

Near the edge of his vision, at the edge of the horizon, Noland Lee saw the fire of the battle waged by the army, as well as the silhouettes of many Biochemical Giants.

These Imperial army forces that appeared on the edge of the battlefield were supposed to support the Legion Fortress. They were intercepted by the Undead Army halfway, and they not only failed to rescue the fortress in time but also got themselves embroiled in the chaotic battle.

Another glance at the scene near the walls, Noland Lee frowned deeply. Climbing over the wall and appearing outside the city now was undoubtedly a death sentence.

Even with his trump card, he didn’t have to worry about the undead attacking him, but he would still be very likely to be hit by stray bullets flying everywhere.

The soldiers on the wall and within the wall structure were pouring out bullets like crazy, filling a large area outside the wall with barrages.

Noland Lee didn’t have the guts to bet his life on not being hit by stray bullets.

He had to find another way.

“There’s no other way but to follow my back-up plan.”

Noland Lee avoided the soldiers on the wall, went from the wall to the ground, and shuttled through the dim and oppressive streets.

He activated the “Tracking the Living” skill, avoiding living people, and used “Fear Spell” and “Cripple Spell” to get the undead out of the way, quickly running towards the position of the underground boiler room.

The steam boiler needed to be fed with clean water before it could produce white, high-temperature steam.

The key was the source of water.

Steam was essential for the Legion Fortress and was the main energy source for various workshops.

Noland Lee had already calculated that there must be a wide underground river with superior water quality beneath the Legion Fortress.

Otherwise, where would all the clean water for the boiler room consumption in the Fortress come from in the middle of the Suffering Borderland?

The Tatis Empire didn’t have the strength to construct a water transfer project for itself.

Based on these various judgments, Noland Lee made the underground river below the fortress his back-up escape route.

Of course, considering that the undead poison gas came from underground, the underground river that the fortress used as a clean water source was probably polluted by now.

Noland Lee didn’t care about this.

He only knew that as long as he followed the water inlet pipe of the steam boiler room, he would find the underground river he had imagined.

Three meters below the Legion Fortress.

A clear underground river flowed from south to north towards the distance, leaving behind winding marks below the fortress.

The dark green pollutants in the river water were so glaring that they were like bruises on the knees of a pure bride..