Chapter 445: Diary
The Plane of Golems is, without a doubt, a sacred land for alchemical golemists—an endless expanse overflowing with alchemical golems. After the Plane of Golems was conquered, the major factions dispatched vast numbers of alchemists into it. Decades later, each faction possessed the most formidable golem armies in the Northend World.
Leon was a bit surprised—how could a Plane Path to the Plane of Golems appear in the alchemical workshop of the Wizard's Spire? The thought sent a chill through his heart. Could it be... that King Ronan of the Caucasus had already discovered the Plane of Golems a thousand years ago?
And the Plane Path in the alchemical workshop was most likely opened by Ronan himself.
It was truly mind-boggling...
Actually, while running toward the passage, Leon had already recorded the coordinates for the Plane of Golems in the Death Tome. He planned to visit someday when he had the time...
“Th-that... what is that?”
Dalson and the others were gasping for breath at the entrance of the passage, clearly exhausted from their frantic sprint. Only after confirming their safety did they finally have the chance to look back.
That glance nearly scared them half to death. Everywhere they looked, the place was packed with alchemical golems—so many that they couldn't even count them. The nearly thousand golems they had encountered on the tenth floor now seemed like a drop in the ocean, utterly insignificant by comparison...
The vast alchemical workshop was stuffed to the brim with golems, making it clear just how terrifying their numbers were—easily tens of thousands, at least.