Ferocious and tyrannical.
In this ga of exchanging pieces, the second chanical Butcher covered with thick armored shell also had its head chopped off by him.
Target set on the third!
In the frenzy of slaughter, six were killed in a row!
The Level 14 chanical Butcher was completely cleared!
As the last one fell, its stitched body was nearly torn apart, skinless, covered in scars of various sizes, looking grim and terrifying.
Even its iron-like bones had over a dozen broken.
Yet this Divine Life stood proudly, wielding a War Axe, charging at the remaining chanical Puppets.
With the chanical Butcher cleared, the Cold-blooded Cavalry under Haggs’s command, finally strangled the Level 10 chanical Puppets to less than two Squadrons.
The strength of these Warriors is undoubtedly demonstrated in this tough battle.
Simultaneously, chanical Hummingbirds no longer appeared in the sky, the swarm reduced to less than 3000 due to the Crimson Wasp’s piece-exchanging battle.
The troops gathered quickly, preparing to besiege the final chanical Puppets.
At the rear, the chanical Puppet King witnessed this scene, seemingly wanting to do sothing, but was extraordinarily wary of that half-finger.
Those crimson eyes coldly stared at the battlefield.
Watching helplessly as all the chanical Puppets were slain.
As the last chanical Puppet collapsed, at this mont, its gaze turned to Lear.
"Intruder... thank you, for liberating ."
Lear heard this sowhat relieved tone, his brows slightly raised, feeling sowhat inexplicable.
Killed your subordinates and helped you liberate?
"I was given the duty to guard this place, but just now... there’s no life or any chanical creations left in this entire base."
"My duty ends here."
"I should live for myself now."
Suddenly, the tone beca lively.
"Do you know what a tragedy it is for a chanical creation to suddenly have its own soul?"
"I can only adhere to the rules within my soul, waiting here for the Goblins’ return."
"Until today, four million six hundred thousand years have passed..."
"The chanics embedding the immortal Inscription have already rusted away, and the entire base no longer contains any soul."
"But I remain trapped here unable to leave."
"Maybe I should thank you, for releasing the last rule constraining ."
"I... am free!"
Speaking, the tone beca buoyant.
"To thank you, why don’t you all remain in this base, as the last burial for the Goblins... may the God of chanics favor you."
As soon as the words fell, the massive 30-ter tall chanical head in the center abruptly opened its eyes.
Then from its forehead, a flexible tal tube erged.
Slowly extending from it, snapping~ onto the back of the chanical Puppet King.
Next mont, like losing gravity, it slowly floated up, ascending to the sky.
anwhile, a trendous and unspeakable pressure surged forth.
The entire sky seed to sink into rcury, everyone’s breath becoming difficult.
The aura from the chanical Puppet King felt like an erupting volcano, recklessly rampant at this mont.
[Because you unlocked a hidden map and obtained a mysterious severed finger, triggering a rule change, the chanical Puppet King has broken the rules constraining it, wanting to escape alone, planning to bury everything here, its level temporarily elevating to——Level 16, you gain extra intelligence--within the skull behind the chanical Puppet King, hides a piece of the Abyss Duke’s flesh, which is its source of power, obstruct its flesh, and you can cut off its power.]
Lear noticed the intelligence suddenly erging in his mind, his breath held.
The chanical Puppet King... developed a soul?!
And its level ascended to Level 16?!!
Is this going against the heavens?!
He now faces an enemy of the sa level as a Flying Dragon?!
The Dark Night Elf beside him clearly sensed sothing was amiss, breathing beca shaky.
But ahead, Haggs and all Cold-blooded Cavalry didn’t turn back, Steel Sabers still tightly held... no matter who the enemy is, they will fight for the Sovereign!
Lear forcefully suppressed his inner turmoil, suddenly turned to look at the Cyclops.
The only chance of turnaround in his hand... that severed finger.
Slowly exhaled.
Eyes turning cold.
Level 16... today is the day I slay Level 16!!!
The Steel Saber in hand slightly raised, its tip pointing at the chanical Puppet King.
"All troops advance..."
Either all perish here, or send the opponent to Hell!!
"Kill!!"
A low roar.
Feeling Lear’s unwavering will, all Cold-blooded Cavalry fell into madness.
Haggs led the charge!
Seeing the Cold-blooded Cavalry charging like a collapsing mountain and surging tsunami.
Floating in midair, the chanical Puppet King showed so disdain on its face.
Right hand lightly waved.
The chanical parts on the ground instantly floated up, forming 12 bizarre chanical Puppets.
Uniform height exceeding 10 ters.
Arms swung fiercely hitting the Cold-blooded Cavalry.
Bam~
Several Cold-blooded Cavalry in the forefront couldn’t evade, crushed into pulp!
Yet the enemy’s strength couldn’t slow the Cold-blooded Cavalry’s pace by even a second!
With fearless courage.
Terrifying cavalry charge, crashing forward.
Snap~
But next mont, the Fierce Wild Lizard appeared to hit a wall, bouncing back, leaving blood marks all over its head.
giant chanical Puppets pieced together from countless rusty parts, like a wall, halted all strides forward.
The Cyclops clutching the half severed finger also stepped forward aggressively.
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