Chapter 36 - Chapter 36: 28. Sin Soldier fears utensils. (1/2)

chapter 36: 28. sin soldier fears utensils.

translator: 549690339

“ah- this new body is so strong- i am very satisfied.”

the sin soldier zombie raised its arm, bending the limb and flexing its muscles.

the sense of intoxication was clear on its grey, dead face.

“such hefty muscles, such perfect outlines. i feel full of power, like i’ll never tire… this damn feeling is fascinating… if i knew necromancy was so powerful,

i would have joined the death herald guild, instead of becoming a bandit.”

watching the sin soldier zombie obsessing over muscular strength, noland

lee tightened his lips, his grip on the rune staff in his hands slightly harder.

the zombie didn’t seem to consider him a threat, completely lost in admiring its new body.

noland saw enormous self-confidence in these actions.

he found himself pondering intensely on how to fight this battle, unable to launch a preemptive strike in a conflict where the opponent clearly his surpass in strength.

his gaze swept over the undead runes on the wall, a cunning glint of an idea apparent in his eyes which was overlooked by others…

“enough, worm. embrace your death.”

the sin soldier zombie, in spite of its sewn-together face, sneered frostily as it clenched its fists and twisted its neck:

“you should feel lucky that the death priest gave me orders to drag your intact corpse back. otherwise.. hehehe… i would have pounded you to mush.”

the zombie marched towards noland with heavy steps, its daunting figure was akin to a ghastly miniature mountain.

it squashed another walking corpse along the way, its foot splattering filthy undead blood.

“it appears, you’re capable… getting rid of so many undead.”

a fleeting surprise flickered across the sin soldier zombie’s eyes as it surveyed the littered ground, but it was swiftly dominated by its overbearing confidence. “these feeble undead are insignificant. i can crush their skulls in one hand.”

boasting as he strutted towards noland, the sin soldier zombie was convinced of its impending victory.

it picked up a fallen corpse, noticing the gaping hole in its skull.

this fatal wound piqued its curiosity.

connecting the dots with the rune staff in noland’s hands, a smug satisfaction flashed in its eyes, the satisfaction of uncovering an opponent’s tricks:

“hehe, so you’ve been skewering these fools with your rune staff….”

it squashed the skull in its hand effortlessly, allowing the filthy blood to spray over its body, as if it was basking in death.

it grew silent from then on.

after two boisterous laughs aimed at noland, its heavily-built body, big enough to block the corridor, charged at noland like a train.

“die! die! hahaha! once i bring your corpse back, the death priest will grant me even more power!”

calm in the face of danger, noland lowered his center of gravity, retreated steadily, his focus solely on the sin soldier zombie’s fist.

without wasting the opening provided by the zombie’s constant babbling, noland decisively expended 4 energy points all at once to thoroughly deconstruct it.

in the blink of an eye, sin soldier zombie’s data panel flashed in noland’s mind.

the tomb walking dead, strong walking dead, armored walking corpses, and

all other undead creatures bearing the title “walking dead” belonged to the sewn-together undead category.

the sin soldier zombie before him was essentially an elite variant of the sewn-together undead, known as a tomb skeleton soldier.

the undead runes constructed from the sutures endowed it with extraordinary strength, approximately three times the strength of a regular adult male.

after being fortified by the undead runes, its skin was as hard as an iron plate, presumably impenetrable to anything less than an imperial soldier’s rifle bullet.

against such an enemy, noland deeply understood that his only ray of hope was triggering the ‘death pulse’ from the stone tomb.