Within the great hall, the atmosphere has become quite unsettling. After losing access to the upper floor, the members of the Bronze Shield could only stand below.
"Are you guys really trying to stop me?" The Alchemist Veck, holding a potion bottle in his hand, turned around.
Since those despicable mercenaries have no way of ascending, he has many methods to deal with these invaders.
And indeed, he did so, fighting with what he excelled at the most--Alchemy.
Standing on the high podium, he looked down at the mercenaries. It seemed that after an intense battle, the mercenaries of the Bronze Shield had successfully defeated all the Alchemy Puppets for defense.
Veck had manufactured quite a number of Alchemy Puppets. These docile fellows could not only serve as defense but also aid Veck as his underlings.
But the people from the Bronze Shield who rushed in here didn't care about all these. If those were puppets, who could guarantee that they wouldn't rise up and murder everyone?
