Chapter 83: Soul Surgery
Ambrose had no desire to fight James Watson right now.
A full paladin legion was no joke. Even with Black Rose backing him, a battle on that scale would be earth-shattering. It'd take at least three days before a victor could be decided.
Clashing with this bunch of paladins would be a loss, no matter how you looked at it. It would be a meaningless fight, and perhaps even one that Ambrose couldn't win.
"The Lyon Empire has brought an entire paladin legion. A frontal confrontation does us no good. We'll hide in the sewers for now."
Ambrose's proposal was perfectly reasonable, entirely logical, and in their best interests Yet Black Rose replied calmly, "If they're determined to die, how could I possibly refuse them?"
Ambrose's soulfire flickered. He wanted to dissuade Black Rose, but ultimately swallowed his words.
The zealots of the Lyon Empire charged screaming the moment they saw undead. Black Rose was another sort of lunatic herself, guaranteed to lose her composure when facing the Lyon Empire.
Ambrose suddenly turned to Gary Watts. "How many magical automata does Alkhemia still have? Can you control all of them?"
"As a safety precaution, the magical automata do not obey a master control unit. If necessary, though, I can build one readily."