chanical Arm
[Level]: 4-star
[Traits]: Forged from unique and precious materials, it has a special affinity with flesh.
[Evaluation]: A chanical arm created by goblins specifically for manufacturing certain machines.
Another 4-star treasure?!
Lear felt a bit numb.
The goblins, who could compel the gods to join forces to annihilate a race, are truly terrifying.
Just randomly discovering so things, they’re all high-end items.
A 4-star level, sothing that would be top-notch in Lorand City, only seen in auction houses.
In the hands of ordinary nobles and lords, 3-star treasures are already top-notch; 4-star, only great nobles can own.
But here, they are as common as cabbages, seen everywhere.
One can’t help but wonder, at their peak, occupying ten levels of the abyss, just how powerful and prosperous was the Goblin Empire?
Calming his emotions, he had the Bubble Beast behind him carry it along.
Continuing on to the fifth passage.
But just as he stepped in, he found nine passages connected around him.
However, eight of them had already collapsed into ruins, impassable.
Only the last one remained open.
With no way to turn back, Lear did not hesitate and, after ensuring safety, led the army into the last open passage.
His vision suddenly widened.
This passage was over 30 ters high and 50 ters wide.
Walking through it, the feeling was different.
With so vigilance, he slowly passed through the passage and entered the next hall.
When his view expanded, he imdiately looked around.
This hall had a diater of over a kiloter.
It was littered with scattered parts, more and larger than in previous halls.
But what caught his attention most was a huge, giant chanical head placed in the central area.
Covered in inscriptions.
Flickering with a faint glow.
It stood over 30 ters tall!
Like a small chanical mountain!
Lear suddenly rembered those 12 chanical puppets designed to hunt divine spirits.
Could they really be so insane?
Were these goblins hoping to create a god-slaying chanical puppet at the last mont?
He took a deep breath, moving his gaze back.
Amidst those chanical parts, there were also a large number of bones.
All left by goblins, who seed to have been busy crafting sothing in life.
And all chanical parts here were arranged with the central giant chanical head as the core.
The purpose of crafting was obvious.
But all this was in the past.
Ti rushed by, the forr glory of the goblins was gone, leaving only scattered corpses and rust.
After the army entered the hall, suddenly, click~ a chanical sound echoed.
Footsteps ca from the severely rusted giant parts.
Quickly gathering in the more spacious central area.
chanical puppets!
A large number of chanical puppets!
Simultaneously, a buzzing wing-flapping sound resounded, as a large number of chanical hummingbirds took flight.
As the surrounding army gathered, before that chanical head, a towering chanical puppet like a statue, over 5 ters tall, slowly opened its eyes.
Its scarlet glow shone, turning to face the army of Weilu City.
Its gaze was oppressive and intimidating.
"Intruders, entry is forbidden here!!"
The slightly stiff voice carried a chill and killing intent.
This instant, Lear focused on it.
chanical Puppet King, Hero Unit, Level: 14, Potential: 5 Stars, Racial Talent: chanical Control, able to control surrounding machinery, Hero Talent: chanical God Descent, able to absorb surrounding machinery into its body, greatly enhancing attributes.
chanical Puppet King, Level 14, 5-star potential... and two fierce talents, chanical Control, chanical God Descent?!!
Lear’s eyelids twitched.
No wonder the intelligence said the strongest was not the chanical Butcher!
The chanical Puppet King is actually a hero unit!!
And its two talents are overwhelmingly powerful.
The hall littered with chanical parts made his gaze sharp.
A killing strike is necessary, this chanical Puppet King must not survive for long!!
This is the enemy’s ho ground!
He turned to glance at the Cyclops holding that severed finger.
"Cyclops, be ready for my command at any ti."
"Yes, Sovereign!"
At this mont, the chanical Puppet King’s gaze fell upon the conspicuous Cyclops at the back and the severed finger it carried.
Its scarlet eyes grew even colder.
"You dared to steal the Holy Relic!"
"Damn it!"
The tone carried an unmistakable anger.
"All warriors heed the command, crush these intruders!!!"
The voice echoed all around, and the surrounding chanical puppets’ eyes focused simultaneously.
Scarlet lights flickered.
Lear looked out, seeing the number of these chanical puppets exceeded 8 squadrons.
Among them were even 10 chanical Butchers.
Amidst the vast chanical parts, they steadily advanced toward the army.
Lear’s gaze was solemn and grave.
This was an unprecedented tough battle.
In a confined space, on the enemy’s ho ground, head-to-head, there was little room for maneuver.
Other factors may not change, but the main battlefield might not be theirs!
As he contemplated, his thoughts shifted.
The army suddenly sensed that the surrounding space beca illusory, gradually turning scarlet.
Then, to the astonishnt of the Dark Night Elves, they saw their area gradually turning into a land of blood.
Strands of hair grew from beneath, scattered bones half-buried in the blood-red earth.
The scent of blood and decay filled the air.
Land of Crimson Rot.
To prevent any mishaps, Lear had also brought along this treasure won from the Master of Stench and Flies.
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