Mechanical Alchemist-Chapter 512 511 Battle Angel

Su Lun charged alone into this camp of five hundred, and after killing four eighth-tier Magic Conductors at first encounter, the remaining mages could not withstand the attack of the thousand-puppet army for long and were soon scattered in all directions.

Su Lun overpowered his peers among the Magic Conductors, and the puppet army crushed the mage army. With both strength and numbers overwhelmingly in their favor, not to mention the advantage of a surprise attack, defeat was out of the question.

Within just a few minutes, the vast camp was littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

The battle had barely begun when it was already nearing its end.

Su Lun was harvesting the bodies and souls of these magic groups along the way.

One must admit, the profession of a mage is indeed quite rich.

In the divine realm, where resources are abundant, all sorts of fine materials were concentrated in the hands of the mages, the higher their level, the wealthier they were. The storage spaces of these corpses were filled with countless magical beast crystal cores, energy barytes, magic equipment, and materials.

There were even many rare items not found in the Alchemy planes.

Even though the cultivation systems were different, for an alchemist, these spoils of war could be decomposed into usable materials and represented a tremendous fortune.

In the world of Mafa, the worth of a ten-thousand-person mage group could completely fund an entire fleet.

...

Su Lun did not bother to closely inspect the spoils of war, storing whatever he could grab into his storage space.

He also collected some special talented corpses, which could be used later to create living wax figures or such.

Those that couldn't be collected were left for later.

The commotion of the camp's battle was not small, startling a flurry of birds in the forest.

Actually, when Su Lun first triggered the magic alarm, nearly all camps in this forest received the signal at the same time.

The nearby camps also dispatched people to support immediately.

The ten-thousand-person mage group had set up a "Forbidden Spell: No Air Forbidden Domain," a super-large trap formation covering an area of ​​about seven to eight kilometers, with a compound double nine-pointed star of eighteen formation angles, comprising eighteen five-hundred-person camps.

Normally, if one camp was attacked, nearby camps could immediately come to their aid.

Unfortunately, that was under normal circumstances.

Su Lun's tactics were so fierce that by the time the puppet army devastated this five hundred-person camp, the enemy reinforcements had not yet arrived.

He looked expressionlessly over the devastated camp.

Aside from a hundred or so who had escaped, almost all had been slain.

However, Su Lun didn't wait for the enemy to encircle him, but regrouped his mechanical puppet army and charged fiercely toward another camp.

Not long after, he encountered several "hundred-people troops" from another camp.

They were all about defense magic and various attack spells, with a fierce momentum.

Su Lun remained calm.

The thousand-puppet army by his side was his confidence.

Before the eighth-tier Great Magic Conductors arrived, these hundred-people troops posed no threat to him.

After pinpointing the enemy's location, he repeated his tactics. He teleported into the midst of the enemies and went on a slashing spree, followed by the puppet army descending to charge and kill.

With today's battle, the mechanical puppet army finally made its mark on the high-level battlefield.

...

While the intense battle unfolded in the woods, another group from the land of Mafa followed the commotion, drawing near to the battlefield.

Dora and General Sam chose a tall tree, staying far back to watch the situation unfold.

The collapsing of whole swathes of trees actually broadened their view.

But by the time they arrived, the camp was already a complete wreck.

Burned, frozen, corroded, entwined... The campsite was left with traces of various magic battles.

But there were no living people to be seen.

The ground was only covered with large patches of blood, still very bright red.

What happened?

At the same time, a thought occurred to Mafa and his group, guessing the reason, but they were hesitant to believe it for a moment.

"This... has everyone been killed?"

General Sam murmured incredulously.

They had previously observed the composition of these magic groups in the Divine Plane, "The 500-person Magic Brigade" which had several seventh-tier magic conductors, formulating battle formations, which could withstand the fierce attacks of level-eight mechanical warriors for a considerable amount of time.

They had just arrived a few minutes ago, and everyone had been killed?

Looking at the fierce battle taking place in the distance, the dark puppet army, Mafa and his group were collectively speechless.

The figure surrounded by black light, with the phantom of the Cloaked Reaper emerging behind him, was charging destructively against several hundred-person groups.

Seeing this scene, Dora's eyes also revealed disbelief, "That guy has advanced to the seventh tier... What domain is that, how can it be so terrifying?"

Even from such a distance, Mafa and his group felt a chilling sensation down their spines as they looked at that black light domain.

It was as if... they were seeing the end of life.

That black light symbolized decay, decline, end, plague, disaster, war... and all other elements representing death.

Upon hearing this, even General Sam's expression was filled with solemnity, he seriously doubted that his level-eight early mechanical armor could defend against that terrifying death domain.

He glanced at Dora, sighing slightly, "I really underestimated... Turns out there was such a terrifying force in Dawn."

Stepping into the seventh tier truly means becoming a top professional.

Previously, because the Thirteenth Princess 'Princess Scatty' Scatty Harris died in the North Sea, officials in Mafa had a fair understanding of "Dawn Brigade."

But the battle in the Moros City-State, what really caught their attention was the mysterious eighth-tier expert "Mr. Jing" who stopped Oleg.

However, a "Reaper" who killed ten thousand pirates was, to the people at this level of Mafa's military, rather insignificant.

After all, it was only a fifth-tier, and those killed were merely a mob, no threat to the military hierarchy.

But now, looking at Su Lun, who had entered the seventh tier, Mafa and his group didn't know how to describe their feelings.

The mechanical army, which is Mafa's military forte, relied on the advantage of numerical superiority and the ability to repair mechanical armor losses, making it formidable on the battlefield.

Looking at the puppet army in front of them, they seemed to see the shadow of their mechanical army.

No!

To be precise, it was as if they were seeing a combination of the traditional knight regiments of Ruying and their Mafa mechanical army.

Mechanical warriors had an absolute advantage over traditional professionals in terms of battle losses, and the puppet army's advantage was even greater.

As long as the controller did not die, there was practically no concept of battle loss anymore.

Dora knew that Su Lun had a mechanical workshop, which was actually the production line that Mafa gave to Princess Scatty as a dowry, but she hadn't expected it to be so ingeniously utilized in a puppet master.

If the empire also used such mechanical puppet masters...

The thought barely surfaced in Dora's mind before it was extinguished.

Others couldn't walk this path, only this guy could.

It's not everyone who can control a thousand puppets simultaneously; nor does everyone have the capacity to ensure they aren't beheaded; there's also that exaggerated spiritual power, multitasking ability...

Dora couldn't help but sigh slightly.

But her eyes also lit up as she muttered to herself, "This guy's mechanical puppet army indeed counteracts the mage corps. With his power alone, he could probably annihilate several thousand-person groups. His own strength is also very difficult to defeat..."

A thousand-person mage group wasn't even sure they could defeat the eighth-grade modified mechanical warriors; the puppet army was indeed outrageous.

However, thinking this, her brow furrowed slightly, "But after attracting the Black Dragon, how could he be certain to kill two eighth-order Grand Magic Conductors?"

However, just as Mafa and the group had recently arrived to watch, suddenly those mechanical puppets "biu" "biu" "biu"... shot out hundreds of smoke bombs.

In an instant, the bodies of the bombs exploded, emitting a vile red smoke. This bizarre wind did not disperse and rapidly covered a large area of the forest.

Seeing this, the people of Mafa immediately recognized it: "Alphas VI-type Necrosmoke Bomb?"

Wasn't this their latest alchemical product researched by the Mafa military, made using a formula of necromancer's smoke by the alchemists?

...

The thick smoke enveloped the entire forest, and in the blink of an eye, visibility was reduced to less than five feet.

This alchemical smoke bomb produced a dual-effect confusion smoke that was not just unaffected by wind but also poorly dispelled by Holy Light.

The quantity of smoke produced was large, and its effect on disrupting perception was excellent.

After Su Lun had obtained this secret military formula from Mafa, he immediately thought of how perfectly it complemented his puppet army's tactics!

Su Lun now had numerous means of perception, and even if his vision were restricted, it wouldn't affect his battle capabilities at all.

Soul Perception and thread could precisely capture the position of his enemies.

Moreover, now with mechanical beasts, nearly every beast acted as his "eyes."

As long as Su Lun's perception was unaffected, his puppet army could slaughter indiscriminately in the fog.

Conversely, the limitations were significant for the enemy.

The mage army wasn't composed entirely of versatile magic users, the vast majority of mages knew only a handful of combat spells.

Once the fog covered the area, over eighty percent of the mages were instantly blinded.

With the fog, it was nearly impossible to discern the puppeteers amidst the chaos.

Even with defensive countermeasures, the puppet army, like a reckless brute, rampaged forward, killing indiscriminately.

Using this well-prepared "smoke bomb + puppet" tactic, Su Lun quickly exterminated several hundred-person groups again.

This movement finally drew out those two eighth-grade professionals sitting central in the mage tower within the formation.

True to form, it wasn't long before a tyrannically unmatched killing intent rushed forth!

Su Lun's gaze slightly narrowed, "They've come?"

Without any hesitation, not even taking time to reorganize his puppet army, he teleported away the moment he felt the wind stir behind him.

Looking again, an eighth-grade professional clad in a blue robe appeared where he had just been standing.

Su Lun, having gathered much intelligence, also recognized this person from his trademark elemental wind teleportation—a surprise—it was Polis Wheeler, the Grand Magic Conductor injured in the previous battle with the Black Dragon.

"Eighth-grade, huh..."

Su Lun clearly felt the terrifying pressure of that rank.

He had no intention of confronting this eighth-grade head-on, and at the moment this person appeared, he uttered softly, "Explode!"

Instantaneously, at the foot of the Giant God Mountain, a massive detonation occurred, causing part of the rocky base to collapse.

Suddenly, an enraged and high-pitched dragon chant pierced the sky.

Hearing that nightmare-like dragon chant, the faces of the mages in the forest simultaneously paled.

In the distance, atop the canopies, the people of Mafa observed with a very strange expression on their faces.

They had been watching the entire time, guessing that Su Lun might attract the Black Dragon, but they did not expect it to happen in such a manner.

Dora also commented in a mocking tone, "That guy actually blew up the dragon's lair... No wonder he was so confident the Black Dragon would definitely come for revenge."

...

Previously, someone had left behind the recipe for the "Multi-layered Thermonuclear Explosive", which Su Lun found useful, so he stored several hundred tons of it in the war workshop.

This type of explosive was specifically designed to mine through hard ore layers. The palace of the Dwarf race was extremely sturdy, and ordinary explosives couldn't even make a dent. Now, it was the perfect time to use them.

Su Lun, whose engineering and architecture skills were also not low, selected several of the palace's load-bearing columns and installed the explosives for precision demolition.

This explosion nearly destroyed the entire underground palace.

Having blown up their lair, even if the Black Dragon was usually even-tempered, it would likely come out desperate.

However, the moment the dragon roar sounded, the expression of the eighth-tier Magic Conductor, Polis Wheeler, also darkened.

But it wasn't entirely unexpected.

In his view, if a monkey dared to provoke a tiger, it must have something to rely on.

This native really thought to repeat the same old trick?

Ridiculous!

Having set up the Forbidden Curse Array for so long, it was just waiting for the Black Dragon to appear.

It was the perfect opportunity to take care of everything at once.

He didn't bother with the Black Dragon, his robe swirling with wind elements, and with a wave of his magic wand, he cast the spell instantly, "Arcane Magic: Wind Imprisonment!"

Even though Su Lun had teleported several hundred meters, just as the magic surged around him, it felt as though the air had solidified.

After fully understanding the laws, almost all of them have some spatial suppression.

Previously, when Su Lun wanted to teleport, it was like tearing through a thin "paper" to enter into the void, but now the void was fortified into "iron sheet" by wind elements. He could run, he could teleport, but the process of casting the spell would take more time.

And in the battles between top-tier fighters, often all it takes is one moment of restraint to determine the winner.

The very moment he was restrained, a soul fluctuation had already appeared behind him.

The Magic Conductor's teleportation ability within short distances was no slower than instantaneous teleportation.

Polis flipped through the pages of his magic book with a breeze, automatically turning to a page. He then cast a teleportation spell with a raise of his hand, "Wind Oath: Wind Wheel Cutting Technique!"

A double combo, giving no chance at all.

This eighth-tier wind cutting magic was enough to severely injure most seventh-tier creatures!

Under normal circumstances, Su Lun could only have used the "Crystalline Plane" to escape.

But at this moment, he didn't.

Even though he was trapped just for an instant, Su Lun's face turned stern, the runes on his skin lit up, muscles bulged, and Giant's Strength erupted with terrifying power.

He endured the sharp cutting sensation on his skin and punched out forcefully towards his back!

With a muffled "thud," the punch wrapped in Spatial Technique heavily smashed onto Polis's magic shield.

Su Lun felt as though his fist had sunk into a quagmire. A strong buffering and adhering sensation wrapped around his fist, instantly negating the possibility of his fist forcibly penetrating.

But, it wasn't over yet!

Su Lun narrowed his eyes, power emerging from his waist, an invisible force traveling along his muscles into his arm, exploding forward!

In the "Ancient Techniques," it talks about Inner Strength. When a fist is thrown, it's like setting up a cannon, but the real killer is the subsequent Inner Strength.

It would blast out like a cannonball directly from the barrel!

Fused with Giant's Strength, the punch he threw now could shatter mountains!

"Cannon Fist: Dual Pole Kill!"

A cold gleam flashed through Su Lun's eyes, and a terrifying force erupted from his fist.

Polis, relying on his eighth-tier magic shield, wanted to resist the force outright, but his face suddenly changed when the immense power was poured into him.

With a loud "pop", the air burst, and the leaves within several meters all turned to fine dust.

The void was like a shattered mirror, cracking with web-like traces.

This punch was not just a physical attack, but it had shattered the entire space.

Polis instinctively retreated a hundred meters.

Yet Su Lun stood his ground, a glint of eagerness for the battle sparked in his eyes.

Although the cutting magic had gashed a bloodstain across his skin as it sliced through his field, the injury wasn't too severe.

Instead, the pressure from the eighth-tier Grand Magic Conductor had given him a feeling of oppression once again!

Being wounded in their first clash did not worry him, but rather, it bolstered his confidence.

After this probing attack, he had gained a clear understanding of the eighth-tier Grand Magic Conductor's combat level.

At sixth-tier, facing this eighth-tier Magic Conductor, he nearly had no ability to fight head-on, but now... he did!

Moreover, Su Lun had also discovered that his field was indeed very special.

Even when facing a rank suppression, it remained incredibly powerful!

The pressure exerted by the opponent during that brief confrontation was much less than he had anticipated.

Moreover, Su Lun's understanding of the wind element, one of the four basic elements, was also not inferior.

Even though the difference was still significant, the opponent wouldn't be able to kill him in a short time!

...

Polis was clearly surprised that he had not managed to kill Su Lun even after personally intervening.

Looking at that dark light field, his face turned very somber.

Having such natives in the Alchemy Realm was something he truly had not anticipated.

The outcome was thankfully swayed by the rank difference, otherwise, the result of the battle would have been hard to predict!

Just as he was about to continue the assault, a dark silhouette flashed across the sky like lightning.

The Black Dragon had arrived!

Su Lun had intentionally stormed the camp, causing such a huge commotion, just so the Black Dragon could locate the camp.

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With its lair destroyed, old grudges combined with fresh, it immediately launched an attack.

It did not care who had blown up its den; all humans looked like ants to it, and it was fine to destroy them all together.

The Black Dragon, without any disregard, spewed a Dragon Breath at the ground, and the dark acid instantly turned a hundred people to decay.

Seeing this, Su Lun swiftly teleported to escape the area.

He was well aware that once the Black Dragon appeared, the magic trap would be activated.

From beginning to end, killing Su Lun, this native, was not the goal in the eyes of this group of godly realm mages.

It was to kill the wicked dragon, only then would they have a chance to leave.

In a way, Su Lun also helped them draw out the Black Dragon.

Sure enough, just as the Black Dragon was about to revel in its fierceness, a magic glow suddenly lit up from various parts of the forest.

From the built magic towers emerged different colors of light, which converged in the sky, and a massive nine-pointed star magic circle lit up.

This magic circle was like a massive cage, restricting a section of space within it.

The beams of light from the magic towers acted like iron bars, limiting the Black Dragon's flying range.

As the Forbidden Curse Array activated, a light ignited, and thousands of mages in the forest began chanting a profound spell simultaneously. In an instant, countless magic chains appeared in the air and entwined around the Black Dragon.

Although the Black Dragon was fierce, breaking one magic chain after another, as more chains wrapped around, its flight became increasingly laborious.

It didn't struggle for long before it crashed loudly to the ground.

The most intense battle then began...

...

Meanwhile,

Polis watched Su Lun flee, a flash of gloom in his eyes, and immediately chose to pursue him.

In his view, once the "Forbidden Spell: No Air Forbidden Domain" was activated, the Black Dragon was doomed. Even if he did not join the battle, it would not affect the overall situation.

Instead, it was the native with the Time Bow who posed a great danger.

If his assumptions were correct, that fellow was planning to employ the same tactic as ten days ago, shooting cold arrows while they concentrated on killing the Black Dragon!

Thinking this, Polis absolutely would not allow the scenario from ten days ago to repeat itself.

Ignoring his injuries, he pursued relentlessly.

Su Lun frequently used Teleportation to escape, but behind him, the incoming Magic Conductor was like a haunting ghost, relentless in his pursuit.

While chasing, he unleashed various Wind Spells, leaving trails of blood on Su Lun.

To onlookers, he appeared to be fleeing desperately without any ability to resist.

This was exactly what a group of people hiding in the forest thought.

A staff officer, watching the disheveled Su Lun fleeing, analyzed, "That eighth-rank mage did not join the battle against the Black Dragon, probably an unexpected event for them. Now, with the Black Dragon lured out, there is nothing in this cursed space that could make the grand Magic Conductor hesitate, no matter where he flees, he will be pursued..."

Another person also said with regret, "Yes. Although his Teleportation ability is strong, this is cursed space. He can't escape..."

Hearing his subordinate's analysis, General Sam glanced at Dora next to him and suggested, "Should we go help now? That kid indeed has remarkable combat strength, but he's definitely not a match for an eighth-rank mage. If this continues, he has no doubt of surviving."

Although he was the highest combat power in the squad, the actual command was in Dora's hands.

Dora frowned, not rushing to make a decision.

She seemed to be considering something, muttering to herself, "Strange. That guy has more detailed information than we do; he shouldn't fail to anticipate this situation. But why would he take action, unless he has some other backup plan?"

But in this cursed space, there was no second Black Dragon to leverage anymore.

Dora couldn't figure out where Su Lun's confidence came from.

Before she could hesitate further, Sam said, "I think if we are going to make a move, now is the best time, while the grand Magic Conductor is isolated. Otherwise, after those people kill the Black Dragon and can focus on us, it'll be too late."

Upon hearing this, though she felt something might have been overlooked, Dora could only say, "Hmm! Get ready, find an opportunity to ambush him, and try to deal a crippling blow!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison, their combat Mechas also entering battle readiness mode.

However, just then, an unexpected change occurred!

A golden angelic figure rushed into the sky, causing the expressions of all of Polis's people to freeze right there!

....

A chase and a flight.

Su Lun ran for a while, surrounded by dangers.

After confirming that the magical traps behind him were thoroughly sealed off and that the army of mages couldn't disengage from their fierce battle with the evil dragon, he clenched his face and commanded, "Take action!"

In that instant, Number Nineteen, who had been lurking underground for a long time, suddenly burst forth.

Her wings of gold flapped behind her, swift as a bolt of golden lightning.

Su Lun had anticipated that the people from the Angel Realm had just arrived and were completely unaware of the existence of "Super Mechanical Warriors."

Even if they knew, it would be very difficult for them to detect her using conventional sensory methods.

No. 19 was a Super Mechanical Warrior, whose body temperature could be adjusted to match the environment, and who emitted no biological scent, while her light-sensitive layers could even physically render her invisible... In essence, without methods like Su Lun's Soul Perception, she would be nearly impossible to discover.

Polis's face changed drastically as he saw the golden flowing light charging toward him, already feeling a hair-raising crisis of death encroaching.

He had not overlooked the possibility of Su Lun having allies, constantly extending his perception along the way, but he had detected nothing unusual.

However, watching the approaching figure, the reaction of the Grand Magic Conductor was extremely quick.

Pointing his magic wand, the magic he had been gathering to release at Su Lun was cast toward the person chasing from below.

"Wind Oath: Hundred Thousand Wind Tornado!"

This wind-related magic was both offensive and defensive, not only capable of killing enemies but also using the fierce wind to repel them.

Polis had used it many times against peers of the same rank, and it had never failed.

Yet, as this magic was released, he encountered a scene he hadn't anticipated at all.

The figure, gleaming with metallic luster, showed no intention to dodge and plunged head-first into the storm, which was like a meat grinder.

"Clang," "Clang," "Clang"...

As sparks flew, the crisp sound of metal contact echoed by his ears.

"A mechanical body?"

Seeing this, Polis finally understood where his sense of unease came from.

What was worse, he watched as his eighth-tier magic left not a single mark on that mechanical body!

How could this be...

The blades that could grind steel, left not a trace?

What terrifying defensive power was this?

However, before he could ponder any longer, another disaster struck!

At first glance, not only had the attack been ineffective, but even the storm's repelling effect had lost its function!

On closer examination, a visible layer of airflow appeared on the golden wings, but the special structure of the feathers suddenly shifted the direction of the airflow. Instead of repelling her, this reverse storm became an aid, speeding Su Lun up by a fraction!

"Not good!"

Polis internally cried out in urgency, as magic power surged from his magic book, transforming his magic shield into an amber-like viscous state.

He had already entered a full defense mode!

However, this gave him no sense of security; instead, the sense of impending doom grew stronger.

...

No. 19 transformed into a stream of light and arrived in an instant.

She transformed into a Golden Battle Angel, standing mid-air.

Behind her, the golden dual wings burst out from the rapid flying state, reflecting dazzling golden light under the sun.

The moment the wings unfolded, numerous golden feathers "whooshed" out like flying shuttles, turning into golden streams of light, heading straight for Polis!

Amidst noises of knives plunging into a swamp, those knife-like feathers met stiff resistance from the magic shield, struggling to penetrate.

However, this was just the beginning!

No. 19's dual wings folded tens of thousands of golden feathers, which, within a few moments, all flew out.

In an instant, the sky filled with golden feathers, glittering like scales of light on a rippling lake!

The encounter kicked off with a major move: "Sky Feather Blades" is the continuous output skill of the battle angel's wings.

As long as there's enough energy accumulated, they could repeatedly charge and attack.

Tens of thousands of feathers formed a metal tornado, trapping Polis Wheeler in the storm and grinding him repeatedly.

Though the magic shield was strong, it was still a concentration of magic power.

Once the damage exceeded its blocking limit, it would immediately burst.

In those few moments, number 19's Gold Wing Storm inflicted tons of damage on the enemy!

"So powerful!"

Su Lun looked on, shocked yet delighted.

He had thought that number 19 would just hold Polis Wheeler off, but he hadn't expected him to be so powerful.

After being modified by the Dwarf King, his mechanical limbs could withstand a level 8 attack, and the golden wings were outrageously strong.

But there was no time to think further, as he turned his head and charged fiercely ahead.

Such a good opportunity must be seized to slay this foe on the spot!

However, Polis Wheeler was ultimately an experienced tier 8 Grand Magic Conductor with life-saving measures at his disposal.

The moment he knew he couldn't hold out any longer, he burst explosively with a "bang."

His robe was shredded into pieces in the metal storm, and a few hundred meters away, a battered old man reappeared, covered in wounds.

Seeing this, a cold flash flickered in Su Lun's eyes.

He was not surprised that his foe had a life-saving escape method, but how many times could he use it!

Seeing this, number 19 spread the framework of her wings, and the tens of thousands of gold feathers instantly reformed into that pair of large wings.

Together with Su Lun, they charged at Polis Wheeler again!

...

Meanwhile, Mafa's group was completely stunned.

They had never imagined that just this encounter would bring them so many shocks.

A tier 8 Grand Magic Conductor severely injured?

The moment they realized what they had seen, Dora understood the situation.

"A super mechanical warrior? But... what are those golden wings made of as a mechanical limb!"

"It must be the divine forbidden item 'Battle Angel Wings' from the Royal Collection of Luying. Three hundred years ago, it was heard that a royal adventure group of Luying discovered a piece of ancient shipwreck and found that mechanical artifact piece. Unfortunately, it was lost later. At that time, King Quinton had used various means to find it, but none succeeded..."

"Not only the golden wings, but the other mechanical limbs of the mechanical warrior are extremely well forged. Clearly not a product of the military factory. It looks like they were hand-forged by some Great Grandmaster of forging. Although the technology content isn't top-notch, the defense brought by the materials and forging standards is on par with any tier 8 enhancements. Strange, who forged this set of mechanical armor, when the best forging masters are all in Mafa?"

"..."

Known as the Mechanical Holy Land, Mafa made its crowd of mechanical experts shocked at the ostentatiousness of number 19's mechanical armor.

"He still has such a strong companion!"

As Dora was shocked, she also glanced at the retreating Polis Wheeler, her gaze hardened, and she decisively said, "Let's help too! Aim to kill that tier 8 mage in a short time!"

Everyone responded in unison, "Alright!"

A group of people charged forth fiercely.

They had clearly seen that if they could kill one tier 8, the remaining magic groups might not be beyond their capability to annihilate completely!

Seeing this, General Sam felt extremely complex inside as he finally understood that that guy had indeed intended to annihilate the ten thousand mages completely.

Even without their help, this idea could very well be possible!