Chapter 148 - Chapter 148: 91. Manual Task (1/2)
Chapter 148: 91. Manual Task
Translator: 549690339
On the ground floor at the entrance of the staircase, Noland Lee leaned against the door, peering into the castle hall with one eye through the crack.
The crystal coal lamps on the ceiling were extinguished, making the hall completely dark and oppressive.
The undead poison fog had risen to a height of two or three meters above the ground, pouring into the stairwell through the gaps in the door.
All the night guards who did not have time to put on gas masks fell to the ground, lying on the marble floor of the Castle Hall, lifeless.
However, they did not rest.
As Yog passed by these victims, he activated the ritual array’s magical power. He turned all these recently deceased people into walking dead under his control.
By the time he left the castle hall with his torrent of followers and headed for the chaotic outdoors, there was not a single person left in the hall, not even a corpse.
Noland Lee looked down at the ground, his gaze directed towards Yog’s dormitory.
To stop Yog from forming his army of the walking dead, the ritual array in the dormitory must be destroyed.
Theoretically, Yog could use all the corpses within 30 meters centered on his dormitory, which was about the range from the third underground level to the third aboveground level of the castle.
Noland Lee didn’t want to meddle in Yog’s affairs.
He only hoped that the other party could draw attention away from himself.
Noland Lee withdrew his gaze, turned around, pushed aside the undead poison fog in front of him, and walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor.
The ground floor stairwell had windows with transparent glass installed.
Noland Lee stopped at the stair corner, poked his head out from behind the window, and looked at the scene outside the fortress, squinting his eyes slightly.
“It’s rare for it to rain in this damn place in the Suffering Borderland…”
Since becoming a Sin Soldier, Noland Lee had been stationed in the Suffering
Borderland for more than half a month, and this was the first time he had seen
a armzne.
Raindrops fell from the dark clouds above, passed through the spreading undead poison fog, fell to the eaves, flowed down along the smooth steam pipelines, dripped onto the ground, and flowed into sewer pipes.
Just during the short time Noland Lee stopped to observe, the rain rapidly intensified from a light drizzle to a torrential downpour.
The howling gloomy wind whipped up the rainwater, hitting the window glass in front of Noland Lee, splashing up black water droplets like blooming death water lilies.
“Black rainwater…” Noland Lee locked his gaze on the oddly colored raindrops and threw out his Deconstruction technique.