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Chapter 1212(2/2)

Amid the series of confrontations, Laibo and the four-armed alchemy puppet unknowingly broke away from the center of the battlefield, and Laibo's protection for Constantine and the other six people was completely lost...

In the distance, Lin Yun looked quietly, and Andyō came out, staring at the battle on the battlefield with interest, and suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh damn it, it's an armor-breaking rune. This guy is really lucky. He has four arms but has armor-breaking rune. If he faces a mage, it should be very easy to tear the shield open. No, the biggest function of this thing seems to be to attack the city, and it is more useful to deal with the sword saint. The sword saint's fighting armor is difficult to resist...

This Laibo is in danger. As long as he is cut, his thin and terrifying fighting armor will definitely not be able to stop him. Maybe his head will be cut off directly..."

Andyfa laughed gloatingly, but Lin Yun frowned and looked at the heavenly-level spell casting alchemy puppet in the distance.

The shape is still the same as the previous casting alchemy puppets, both of which are solidified ray spells, eight flame rays on the left arm and the first thick ray of light on the right arm.

Moreover, a flame rune lit up on this guy's arm, which represents the power of the other party's flame ray, which is much greater than usual.

The heavenly alchemy puppets will awaken their wisdom. The heavenly alchemy puppets in the puppet plane are a wise race. In the future, how could those crazy mages not have the idea of ​​making a puppet plane? They just were not treated very friendly.

It was only then that I realized that the heavenly-level alchemy puppets on the puppet plane had actually combined into a race. Those alchemy puppets without awakening wisdom were something else for the heavenly-level alchemy puppets.

Yes, it’s something, without wisdom, it’s just a pile of scrap iron. Even the thirty-nine-level alchemy puppets are just a bunch of tools in the eyes of the heavenly-level alchemy puppets. This view is no different from that of humans…

At that time, the mages of Northrend World learned about the name of the alchemy puppet race, Cybertron.

The Cybertron race means the fire of life burning in steel. Facing these group of steel bumps, Northrend World Mages are more worried than facing the death plane, because conquering it is not very difficult to deal with a living plane. Even in the death plane, you only need to carry the Holy Light Mage and an extraordinary spell to purify hundreds of thousands of low-level undead spirits.
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