The Mecha Death Angel made its first appearance after the modifications, looking magnificent in its dark-gold finish. Dense, mysterious Runes shimmered across its top-of-the-line Enchanted Armor, which cost over a million per kilogram and had been imported at great expense from the Dwarf Kingdom in the North.
A layer just one centimeter thick could supposedly withstand one attack from an Early Calamity Rank fighter. The Mecha Death Angel's armor was five centimeters thick around its core, while even its arms and legs had two centimeters of protection.
Controlling the Mecha Death Angel, Green felt stronger than ever. His sword pierced into the Spirit World and thrust toward his enemy's heart.
But his enemy was no pushover. Green's sword struck empty air.
At the last possible instant, Brenton used Spirit World Traversal in reverse, flashing into reality. When he returned to the Spirit World, he appeared at the edge of Green's vision. He stared at the Mecha Death Angel, still shaken, disbelief in his eyes.
"What is that? Is it an Alchemy Mecha too?" Brenton was genuinely startled this time. A Calamity-Rank Bone Dragon and Marine Armor were one thing, but a Calamity-Rank Alchemy Mecha was astonishing.
They might all be Early Calamity Rank, but an Alchemy Mecha was fundamentally different from a Bone Dragon.
No matter how powerful a Bone Dragon was, only a Calamity-Rank Necromancer could control it. However perfect Green and his people made it, it was destined to remain a niche product. But a Calamity-Rank Alchemy Mecha? If it could be mass-produced, it would cause a sensation among the nations. Those without a Calamity-Rank Strong One to defend them would probably bankrupt themselves to bring one home.
Green had no interest in trading nonsense with someone suffering from terminal delusions of grandeur. When his first sword missed,