Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 35

The entrance to tomb 1079 is guarded by Sergeant Alvin's guards.

Any unauthorized person who wants to enter this tomb must be notified by the guards and agreed by Sergeant Alvin.

Judging by the behavior of this man with gold-rimmed glasses, it seems that he is not the kind of person who would obediently wait outside the tomb for authorization.

Sure enough, when the man with gold-rimmed glasses stood in front of Sergeant Alvin, a guard ran over from the stairwell.

There is a very obvious slap mark on his face, and the color should be fresh.

After the guard saluted Sergeant Alvin, he shouted:

"Report, sir! MI2 men are forcing their way in, and I...I can't stop them."

Sergeant Alvin swept away the slap marks on his subordinate's face, his eyes were full of sullenness, he fixed his eyes on the man with gold-rimmed glasses, and growled:

"Sergeant Pim! Are you challenging the combat discipline of the Imperial Army? This is Tomb No. 1079, the battle front line of the Corab Legion! You are an MI2 investigator, what qualifications do you have to intervene in MI4's affairs?"

"Eligibility? Huh."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses called Pim chuckled, and reached out his hand to take out a perfectly folded document from his pocket.

He opened the document and put it in front of Sergeant Alvin:

"Look carefully, Sergeant Alvin, this is an order issued by the Military Intelligence Headquarters.

"The spy who appeared in the battle area you are in charge of is a despicable assassin who committed numerous crimes within the empire. He assassinated more than a dozen important imperial officials and high-level business groups, and mastered many confidential documents. The military intelligence headquarters ordered that he must be captured alive or killed on the spot.

"I don't need to explain, why did I appear here? It is the job of our MI2 to apprehend the members of the illegal forces who are causing chaos in the empire.

"I don't doubt your MI4's capability on the frontal battlefield, but with all due respect, in dealing with insidious and cunning illegal personnel, MI2's ability is better."

Sergeant Pim pointed at the edge of the document, folded the document into a standard small square, and put it back in his pocket.

He raised his head and glanced at the soldiers around him, looking at the mud on everyone's body, he felt disgusted:

"Put your soldiers back, Sergeant Alvin, and don't stop me from investigating the clues of the assassin."

Sergeant Alvin took a step forward, glared at Pim, and argued with the other side with his white hair:

"Want to investigate the clues of the Death Society assassin? Yes. But there is a account to be settled between us. Your MI2 is seriously dereliction of duty, and you even let a Death Society spy slip into my team, which almost caused a whole war." The catastrophe of the annihilation of the army."

A group of soldiers stared at Pim, the anger in their eyes erupted brilliantly.

If Sergeant Pim didn't have that layer of skin and reputation, he would have been beaten by the soldiers at the scene long ago...

Sergeant Alvin pointed to Li Nuo beside him:

"If it weren't for this criminal soldier who did his best to modify the necromancer runes of the stone mound and throw those bound spirits into chaos. I, my soldiers, would die in this tomb! And you, MI2 Investigator, Sergeant Pym, the moment you enter this place, you will be torn to pieces by walking corpses and bound spirits, and you will be buried here with us."

Sergeant Alvin glared at Pim, roaring like an old but strong lion:

"You are just a sergeant just like me. What qualifications do you have to command me on my territory? Now, get out of here. Otherwise, you can explain to me why that damned killer assassin appeared in here!"

Sergeant Pim took off his glasses, took out a clean and dust-free glasses cloth, wiped the spittle on the lenses, and said slowly:

"The Death Council has activated a secret channel that our MI2 has not noticed, Alvin. They used this channel to send the assassin here. If you stop me from investigating further, you should I know what the consequences will be..."

Pim's words made Alvin's face change slightly.

Pim put on his glasses, folded the glasses cloth into a square tofu cube and stuffed it into his pocket.

He glanced at Li Nuo at the side, and smiled contemptuously:

"...If you can't catch the assassin as soon as possible and conduct a harsh interrogation on him, then there will be more death spies infiltrating your MI4. Or, there are actually other death spies at the scene, and it is the assassin's Friends... I heard that your MI4 is carrying out a secret mission that endangers the foundation of the empire..."

Sergeant Pim's eyes lingered on Li Nuo for a long time, as if the "other spies" mentioned in these words just now were Li Nuo himself:

"Let a criminal soldier master the necromantic runes and learn the teachings and teachings of the necromantic sect. Is MI4 bold enough to ignore potential harm?

"How do you guarantee that this crime soldier No. 888 is not polluted by the Necromancer sect? How do you guarantee that he will not turn back and use his knowledge to seek refuge with the Necromancer sect? How do you judge that he will not be carefully packaged by the death sect?" spy?"

Sergeant Alvin scolded angrily:

"This is an internal matter of our MI4, and you have no right to intervene. We did this to reduce losses on the front line. I am solely responsible for all matters, and no outsiders need to worry about them."

Pim glanced at Alvin, with a cold expression on the corner of his mouth:

"You? Are you up to this responsibility? Oh, okay, let's not talk about the issue of responsibility. After all, don't I know the style of your MI4? This crime soldier No. 888 is just your experimental product. Wait until the experiment It's over, of course you will"

"Enough!" Alvin shouted angrily:

"Criminal 888 has my promise, he will not be abandoned, unless he really betrayed the empire! Now, get out of here, Sergeant Pym!"

The two sides are at war.

Alvin's soldiers held down their guns one after another.

The MI2 soldiers brought by Pym were also full of precaution.

Seeing that an internal strife was about to be ignited by anger, another guard under Alvin ran over from the stairwell.

"Report, sir! Ensign Gretel has arrived!"

Sergeant Pim frowned slightly, his face darkened a bit.

On the other hand, Sergeant Alvin, he immediately straightened his back a little more, and spoke with more confidence:

"Go and ask Lieutenant Great to come in."

"Yes, sir!" The guard gave Pim a quick look and ran away.

In a short while, Second Lieutenant Gretel, who was tall and powerful and had mastered extraordinary abilities, walked into the second floor of the tomb with steady steps.

This person was the second lieutenant Li Nuo had met when he got off the steam train. Li Nuo once deconstructed him.

"Sir!" Staff Sergeant Alvin raised his hand in salute.

Sergeant Pim was reluctant, but due to military regulations, he still raised his right hand:

"Sir!"

Second Lieutenant Gretel was the sergeant with the highest rank, the oldest age, and the most seniority among all the people present, and he was also the person with the strongest individual strength.

As his steps progressed, an undeniably powerful aura descended on everyone.

Second Lieutenant Great's eyes were piercing, and when he spoke, he was full of air, like a bell.

"Sergeant Alvin."

"Yes, sir."

"I order you to lead the team to the third floor of the tomb immediately, eliminate the priests of the Necromancer sect and the undead army there, and clear the area around the coffin as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir."

Second Lieutenant Great turned his head and looked at Pim with sharp eagle eyes:

"As for you, Sergeant Pim. I have also seen the order from the military intelligence headquarters. I will let Alvin lead someone to blow up the passage leading to the Necromancer on the third floor of the tomb. You will be on guard on the second floor of the tomb. Right. As long as the mortal assassin is alive, he'll have to retrace his steps to get out of this tomb. Then you'll be able to catch the rat."

"Yes, sir." Sergeant Pim paused and continued:

"Report, sir. The order given to me by MI2 included instructions to closely monitor the criminal soldier. I have applied to enter the third floor of the tomb to monitor the only criminal soldier at the scene at close range."

"No, Sergeant Pym. I reject your proposal, but you can send one of your own men to act with Sergeant Alvin."

"…Yes, sir."

Sergeant Pim was dissatisfied, but he could only obey orders.

He looked at Li Nuo with a bit of resentment, but saw that Li Nuo was holding a dirty rag in his hand.

Li Nuo put this thing in the palm of his hand, kneaded and rubbed it at will, and changed it into various irregular shapes.

Sergeant Pim's heart immediately felt full of awkwardness.

The lines on his face tightened all of a sudden, and his teeth were clenched tightly together. He wished he could snatch the rag from the other party's hand and fold it himself...