Boom—
Under Lan Qingyou's control, Silver Godzilla was an unstoppable force, even in the middle of a crowd of monsters... Britt Mice.
Well.
Though Britt Mice could hardly be called people anymore.
And mice that hadn't even grown as big as its toes couldn't do Silver Godzilla any harm.
No...
Wait...
It wasn't right to say they couldn't do any harm.
The claws of the Britt Mice with Bone Whips—the most numerous kind—were still very sharp.
At the very least, they could scratch the paint on Silver Godzilla's surface.
That stung a little.
But it couldn't be helped.
They could just repaint it once they got back.
It wasn't all that difficult.
Meanwhile, as Lan Qingyou mourned her paint job, Alisa looked on with undisguised envy.
Nothing was more torturous than watching someone else play a game.
She'd asked to have a turn earlier, but Lan Qingyou wouldn't let her. So stingy.
Then she'd just have to make one herself.
After all, something like this, which relied on direct control, wasn't actually difficult to make.
Or rather, it wasn't difficult with her Bio-Magitech to support her.
So...
While Lan Qingyou was having the time of her life, Alisa drew an alchemy array on the steps outside the Temple's entrance with her Crystal Pen and began crafting.
Horn, who had followed them outside, watched with a twitching eyelid.
Everyone knew that alchemists weren't exactly known for their good tempers.
And the more talented they were, the stranger their personalities tended to be.
But treating a battle like a game—isn't that taking things a little too lightly?
There was no denying they were strong.
But...
Horn glanced up at the Britt Bastards being sent flying by Silver Godzilla at every turn, and put the rest of his thoughts aside.
Well, they really