Chapter 82: The Paladins Have Arrived
Alkhemia possessed a towering city gate, thirty meters tall and forged entirely of steel. It weighed over a thousand tons. This gate was the symbol of Alkhemia, as well as its most formidable line of defense. Countless arcane sigils were engraved upon its surface, capable of negating nearly any form of attack.
To breach it, one would first have to exhaust every last reserve of magical energy stored within the city. Otherwise, all assaults would be nullified by the gate's layered magical defenses.
Individually, alchemists might not amount to much on the battlefield, but their creations more than made up for it. Even if Gareth charged forward at full strength, he would not be able to so much as shake the gate..
And yet, at that very moment, the supposedly impregnable gate was slowly opening. Gears interlocked and ground against one another, producing a thunderous toll like the ringing of a colossal bell.
James Watson strode through the gate with his paladin legion, his expression dark and grim.
He knew he had been played. By the time James Watson had finished scouring the lands around Ambrose's territory for phylacteries and returned to Alkhemia, the gates were shut and the city's magical defenses fully activated.
Staring at the dozens of magitech cannons mounted atop the gate, James Watson did not dare approach.
Even a legendary priest would be courting death by forcing a siege under such firepower. One volley could reduce any assailants into pieces.
Alkhemia had agreed to exchange the phylacteries for the captured paladins, including his son, Allen. And yet Alkhemia's gates were closed. The alchemists were blatantly reneging on the deal.