Chapter 913: Bill George
We don't even know how many Sky Rank Alchemical Golems are inside this base.
You are the only one who can fuse with this Control Gem without suffering backlash. Go ahead and fuse with it.
Sensing the increasing number of presences coming from those open doors nearby—and with some Alchemical Golems already charging in—Anderson and the others had begun fighting. Wagner's face was pale, but there was a hint of inexplicable excitement in his eyes.
Without thinking, Wagner grabbed the golden gem and pressed it to his forehead.
A sudden line of blood appeared at Wagner's brow, his skin splitting open as a thread of blood was absorbed by the golden gem.
In an instant, the golden gem began to emit a gentle glow. Slowly, it seemed to melt, turning into a pool of golden liquid that seeped into Wagner's forehead wound and entered his head.
Wagner's expression kept shifting. As the golden gem merged into his body, he naturally gained a wealth of information about the base—how to control it, its layout, the function of each room. A flood of details surged into Wagner's mind.
A few seconds later, all the Alchemical Golems that had rushed in suddenly stopped, each one standing motionless in the corners like an army obeying strict orders.
Wagner gasped for breath, his eyes filled with excitement.
Damn it, this entire base is actually one giant Alchemical Golem. Besides the Sky Rank Alchemical Golems, there are tons of ready-made Alchemical Golem Legions, a complete Alchemical Golem Production Line, and specialized rooms for making every single part.
Every part is produced by dedicated labor-type Alchemical Golems. With this place, it's basically a base that can endlessly manufacture Alchemical Golems—as long as there's enough raw material, production never stops.
And the Alchemical Golems made here are all level thirty and above. If I were to manufacture ones below level thirty, the speed would increase more than tenfold.
My god, with just the ready-made Alchemical Golems here, I could instantly form an Alchemical Golem Legion—all of them over level thirty-five!
With this power, it's even stronger than the legion I brought before. No, stronger doesn't even begin to cover it—it's on a whole other level!
Now everything in this base is under my control. Why would I keep following Leon Merlin?
Damn it, was I just following him for points? That was a mistake. I'm the real master here now. If I want, Leon Merlin and all his subordinates could die right here.
And me? Leading the Alchemical Golem Legion, sweeping out—who could possibly stand against me?
Wagner's expression kept shifting, his face full of excitement. The endless stream of Alchemical Golems rushing in—Wagner didn't stop them, instead he ordered them to protect him.
A group of Alchemical Golems surrounded Wagner at the center, while more kept pouring in from the doors.