With these thoughts, Leo Ray led his subordinates back to the spacious blue hall on the first floor without stopping.
Standing at the commander stage at the front of the hall, Leo Ray took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and called forth all the ice divine servants.
As the faint blue light flickered, the tall and erect figures appeared one after another.
In a short time, tens of thousands of combat puppets wearing blue armor had already appeared in front of Leo Ray.
"Greetings, my Lord!"
The sound of uniform armor collision echoed as an entire battalion of combat puppets removed their helmets, then knelt on one knee and bowed their heads deeply to Leo Ray.
On the faces of all the combat puppets, there was a trace of uncontrollable excitement, mixed with awe and reverence.
For thirty cycles of a hundred years, this legion of masterless combat puppets had been wandering aimlessly in the ownerless land. Apart from cleaning the city, they could not change anything.
