Chen Lin wasted no time. With a sweep of his divine sense, he drew both imprints into his sea of consciousness.
Instantly, a wondrous connection formed between him and the two towering Black-Armor Puppets.
They responded as naturally as his own limbs. Without expending much true essence, he could unleash their late core formation combat power with a mere thought.
"Not bad. Millennium yin wood frames, deep-sea cold iron shells. The array patterns are a little crude, but they're sturdy enough." Chen Lin nodded in satisfaction.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord's two puppets naturally could not compare with Lao Qing, who was controlled by the Blood Soul Curse.
Lao Qing needed no constant supervision. Chen Lin only had to tell him what to do, and he would carry it out himself.
Still, these were good enough for now. He could give the puppets to Song Qiuya and the others.
With these two puppets, along with Lao Qing, Yun Sheng, Changqingzi, and Heavenly Hatred True Lord, who would soon recover his strength, they had formidable forces at their disposal.
In this era, Chen Family Village's strongest fighters were already powerful enough to sweep aside any opposition.
"Friday," Chen Lin called.
"Yes, Boss." The robot turned its head.
"Take him to the West Wing Room and let him pick an empty room. From now on, he'll handle security for the outer courtyard."
"Yes, Boss." Friday looked at Heavenly Hatred True Lord, its mechanical voice devoid of inflection. "Please follow me."
Heavenly Hatred True Lord carefully swept the two hundred mid-grade spirit stones into his Storage Bag, stood, and bowed deeply to Chen Lin before following Friday toward the West Wing Room.
As he passed Changqingzi, Heavenly Hatred True Lord stopped.
Looking at his former disciple, he curled his lips into a cold smile