The Grand Arcanist Who Can Travel Through American Comics

Chapter 270 Heading to Emerald Ridge

A large mechanical puppet swayed forward and reported in his rich electronic voice:

"Report to Master"

"The enemy's penetration attack was discovered in the tunnels of the Emerald Ridge front. Our defense lines deployed on the front line are in urgent need of reinforcements."

Urgot

Arthur felt that this mechanical puppet looked strange, and then he took a closer look and found that it was actually him.

This guy isn't dead yet

Victor noticed his gaze and explained:

"Yes, he is that Urgot. He was almost killed by you two years ago. Only one head was left. I picked him up. After a thorough transformation, he has now become my puppet captain."

Arthur looked at this guy carefully. This guy's appearance had indeed changed drastically, and his original flesh and blood had turned into steel. The whole body is covered with No. 42 alloy steel armor of the same color as Victor's body, and the two arms are equipped with multi-barreled machine cannons. Needless to say, this comes from the hands of Rambo. The base under the abdomen seems to be equipped with propellers. Each thick The machine gun muzzle can also be seen on the mechanical equipment, and the whole thing turns into a moving metal storm.

Then Urgot now is more like a fearless tank, right?

The fate of an enemy who is an alchemist is so cruel. Even if you die, it does not mean the end of your destiny. Before Victor transformed Urgot, he must have performed a soul transformation surgery on him first. This simple and crude way to eliminate eliminate any possibility of rebellion.

Poor Urgot, who was once a notorious and glorious executive officer of the Noxus Empire, is now just one of the captains in a phalanx of tens of thousands of metal puppets under Viktor.

But his treatment is still a little higher than that of the completely intelligent puppet soldiers. After all, those intelligent puppets are purely consumables, and their souls come from incomplete soul fragments.

Urgot, on the other hand, can still maintain a certain degree of thinking ability.

It's just that his memory tool is not worthy of retaining memories.

It's like the Winter Soldier in Arthur's hand.

This is the horror of soul spells.

But Arthur had no intention of defending Urgot.

This bastard, he has never forgotten his original grudge.

He heard Victor say thoughtfully,

"The breakthrough at Emerald Ridge is a passage connecting several nearby mines. We can't lose the position there. I didn't expect the enemy to think of attacking from there. It's interesting."

Then he raised his head and looked at Arthur,

"How about Arthur, since you and your soldiers are out, are you interested in going there?"

Victor has a very heavy task on the frontal battlefield, so Arthur naturally takes the initiative to share the pressure with his mentor. He always has to go to the battlefield.

When he led his troops from underground through the complex criss-crossing tunnels under the guidance of a guide, he reached the target location. What he saw was a soldier with dull eyes, but the depths of his eyes were filled with hatred for the enemy. It was Tim, the survivor of the previous team who escaped from the enemy's attack.

He looked at Arthur, finally there was a glimmer of light in his eyes,

"You are Arthur"

This sentence just came out.

"asshole"

"Bold"

The soldiers behind Arthur stood up and yelled.

A mere soldier in the resistance army called Arthur by his first name when he saw him as a formal spellcaster and their leader.

This is an extremely disrespectful behavior in this hierarchical continent.

But Tim didn't seem to take it to heart at all. Faced with the reprimands of a group of people, he even moved his hands and feet against each other, without any fear in his eyes.

But Arthur remembered the introduction made by the guide just now. This soldier had just lost all his comrades and had lost his mind.

Arthur looked at the dull look in the child's eyes. It was as if he had suffered a huge blow, lost everything, and had become numb to everything around him, as if he didn't care about anything at all.