"Sir, you are here."

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me the situation."

"The weapon in this No. 3 boiler has absorbed secret medicines that are divided by 1,300 people, and it seems that this is not his limit."

"One thousand three hundred people's share? So many? How could one person absorb so many?"

"Yes, we don't understand either."

“Why don’t you continue to provide it?”

"We have no secret medicine here anymore, and all the secret medicine materials stored have been used."

"Not..."

"Yes, we usually use so much in a year, but this time, we just used up all the weight of the year alone."

The Archbishop looked at Boiler No. 3 with his eyes flickering.

"How could ordinary people absorb so many secret medicines...unless..." The Archbishop's face suddenly changed: "Unless it is the Holy Son..."

"What Holy Son?" The people in the weapons factory obviously did not understand what the Holy Son was. This is a secret that only the leader of the Divine Fire Sect and several senior priests knew.

Suddenly, Boiler No. 3 collapsed without warning and a figure stood there.

The Archbishop's heart was about to explode, and the figure did not move or say anything, but the momentum on his body made him feel suffocated and uncomfortable.

"The soup tastes very good. Can you tell me the recipe?" Bai Chen twisted his neck.

The Archbishop's face darkened: "Destroy him."

The subordinates around him immediately took out a strange whistle, which made a very low whistle, and soon, a large number of weapons rushed out of the surrounding area.

These weapons are made of dolls, and they are all attracted by the sound of the whistle.

"Kill him."

The weapons stood there, without moving, just like puppets, with expressionless expression on their faces.

"Kill him, kill him quickly!" The people in charge around were a little anxious. Why were these weapons disobedient?
Chapter completed!