Constructing-Style Wizard

- 20. Slightly plump (2 in 1)_2

 20. Slightly plump (2 in 1)_2

Noland Lee seemed to have known the answer in advance, but he still pretended to be thinking, hesitated, and said:

"...Could it be the Undead Runes?"

"People who have read books are indeed different. Their thinking ability is much higher than that of ordinary people," Captain Murphy said:

"Since you've caught the key point, I won't beat around the bush with you, Jarvis. We need you to modify the Undead Runes on the stone tomb and weaken this evil death-type magic device... "

Captain Murphy saw the puzzled expression on Noland Lee's face:

"...You may not know yet, but there is a layer of magic protective shield outside the Spirit Pivot. A large number of Undead Runes also exists on this shield. Our original plan was to have you modify the Undead Runes on the magic protective shield after the army had cleared the Undead from Tomb Level Three, so as to remove the magic protective shield and let the Imperial Army directly attack the main body of the Spirit Pivot."

"However, the plan could not keep up with the changes. No one expected that a magic building with carved Undead Runes would appear in Tomb Level Two, and it was a rather dangerous one at that." RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Captain Murphy bent her arms on the table and interlaced her fingers in front of her:

"So you have to accept your mission ahead of time, Jarvis. Today, in the Underground Layer 2 of this Grave Vault."

Mixed feelings of entanglement and hesitation flashed across Noland Lee's face, as if he had learned of his mission for the first time.

He didn't let those expressions linger on his face for too long. In just three or five seconds, he replaced them with calmness and determination, shaping himself into a courageous and faithful Imperial Man.

"Yes, Chief Officer. I will give it my all."

Captain Murphy looked at Noland Lee's changing expressions and felt an increasing affection for this handsome and determined young man.

A slight arc appeared at the corner of her mouth as she said with a faint smile:

"You don't need to worry too much about your safety, Jarvis. Corporal Alvin Stafford has two Sin Soldiers in his unit. I will hand them over to you to command. You will distinguish the Undead Runes on the stone tomb and command them to modify the Undead Runes. Before they sacrifice themselves for the Empire, you don't have to worry about bearing the consequences of their mistakes."

It was indeed a case of the monk not dying. Why didn't the Empire send more Sin Soldiers... Noland Lee sighed silently, pondered for a moment, and decided to maintain his persona.

"Chief Officer, Corporal Mars told me that if the runes were modified incorrectly, I would be torn apart by death magic. Can you tell me what will happen specifically? Is there a way to avoid such a risk? I want to be mentally prepared. After all, each mistake costs a life... I don't want anyone to die because of my mistakes... "

"I know where your concerns lie." Captain Murphy reached out her fair right hand, took another thin cigarette from the box, and held it between her fingers:

"A young history assistant teacher who has never fought in a war or seen bloodshed has the same simple and kind attitude toward life as the ordinary civilians.

"However, Jarvis, you are commanding two Sin Soldiers, not real soldiers. Their hands are stained with the blood of innocent civilians. You are not murdering them, but representing the Empire in pronouncing judgment on them. If you think about it that way, you might feel much better.."

Noland Lee nodded silently, perfectly portraying the demeanor a young teaching assistant should have, not revealing his careless nature as a traveler.

He was just such a cautious person.

"As for the death magic after modifying the runes incorrectly... I can tell you that it is not insoluble."

Captain Murphy lit the thin cigarette, took a slow puff, and said while exhaling the fragrant smoke:

"The death magic is called 'Death storm.' We believe it is a pulse-type energy beam composed of high-energy particle rays. According to monitoring data, it is somewhat like a miniature gamma ray storm..."

Noland Lee raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect that the Empire had gone into such depth in researching death-related spells, and that they analyzed it using scientific theories, not mystical approaches.

No wonder there is a saying: All magic can be reduced to mathematics, physics, and chemistry - using mathematics, physics, and chemistry knowledge to analyze the principles of magic.

Captain Murphy continued in a pragmatic military tone:

"First Order 'Imperial Fist' physical fitness is already enough to resist this degree of pulsed energy beams. However, it will also cause serious physical damage to them, and it is the kind of damage that cannot be repaired. That's because the energy beam will interfere with their cell activities, leading to disorder in their cell division process. Like this... "

Captain Murphy put the lit thin cigarette on the edge of the ashtray and reached for her chin.

Under Noland Lee's astonished gaze, Captain Murphy pinched her "skin" on her neck and slowly lifted her "disguise," revealing a severely burned-looking face.

The cheeks were a dark red color, covered with black worm-like protrusions, hideous and ugly.

"Hiss..." Noland Lee looked at the scene before him and couldn't help but gasp.

The severely burned face was Marsha Murphy's real one.

The previous cold and gorgeous face was just a bionic face skin artificially created.

It was hard to imagine how much this 19-year-old girl had paid for the Empire in her heart...