"Yo! Young Master Chris!"
The Werewolf Golem split open the half of its mouth that had been melted away, its vocal cords grinding out a shrill, bizarre tone as it said flippantly:
"This little play of yours, Stonefield family, is about time to reach its finale!"
As soon as the words fell, gunfire erupted again like a string of firecrackers!
The Golems throughout the hall moved at once!
The Vampire Golem onstage turned into a blur and lunged straight into the nearest group of bodyguards!
Werewolf claws tore through bulletproof vests, fangs bit through necks, and blood sprayed like fountains.
Some Golems even raced on all fours like real beasts, knocking aside bodyguards who hurriedly raised their guns. With one sweep of their long arms, they dragged people into the shadows, where the sounds of shattering bones and brief screams were swallowed by even denser gunfire.
The Golems that had been seated among the guests also pounced on the bodyguards around the hall!
There were no howls, no roars—only the dull thuds of colliding bodies, the sharp clatter of guns being knocked to the floor, and the terrifying sound of human flesh tearing like ripped cloth.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
"He's coming from over there!"
The bodyguards shouted in panic and fired desperately.
Submachine guns spat flames. Bullets struck the Golems, tearing through their "skin" and "flesh," breaking bones, and some even pierced their heads with deadly accuracy.
However... it was useless!
As long as their cores were unharmed, the Golems could still move.
This batch of Golems had not been made after Ilari arrived at the Manor, because there simply had not been enough time.
He had merely altered the appearances of the Golems he had brought to Stonefield Manor, adapting them to meet Sir William's needs for the Replacement Plan.