Black flames ignited in Zhao Fu's hand, enveloping the Philosopher's Stone. Several screams from the fat young man rang out within it before falling silent. His soul had been burned away completely. The other Alchemy clansmen were filled with fear; perhaps this would be their fate as well.
For now, however, Zhao Fu had no interest in dealing with them. Instead, he stepped into the magic formation atop the turtle's head.
He was very interested in it. He had just witnessed how terrifying this kind of war fortress was; if Great Qin could make use of it, it would be of enormous benefit.
After examining it carefully, Zhao Fu was pleasantly surprised. Though he could not control this enormous mechanical turtle, it was like an ordinary machine: if left in place, it would not move on its own, nor would it actively attack anyone.
This differed from the Chaotic Realm. Whenever those insect beasts saw people from Apocalypse World, they would attack like mad. They could not be subdued and put to use by Great Qin at all.
Even though Great Qin had now subdued several million Chaos clansmen, and those people possessed the ability to control insect beasts, the controlled beasts would still launch uncontrollable attacks upon seeing people from Apocalypse World. This was also why Zhao Fu cultivated his own insect beasts.
This mechanical turtle, however, did not have that flaw. If he subdued a few Alchemy clansmen and had them operate it, Great Qin would gain the ability to wield this kind of war fortress as well.
Zhao Fu now turned his gaze toward those Alchemy clansmen and revealed a faint smile. "There's no need for me to say more, is there? Will you choose submission, or death?"
A young man looked at Zhao Fu with an