Alisa had just admitted to it, yet these people were acting as if they hadn't seen a thing.
“I know about the Witch of the Tower's golems. I actually ordered a few service-type golems at the auction before, and the experience was pretty good.”
“I used to think it would be a total blast if these golems were used in combat, and well, here we are.”
“It's a blast, sure, but it's a blast for someone else. And that ‘someone else’ is the ruthless Witch of the Tower. From a bystander's perspective, I'm just terrified.”
Compared to the others, this person offered a more balanced assessment.
And it was true.
The ability to be a one-person army wasn't something just anyone possessed.
But it was precisely because it was so rare that it inspired such dread.
Imagine encountering someone like this in a large-scale dungeon. They wouldn't even need to participate; they could just watch the other person clear it.
Why?
Because they couldn't compete!
The mechanics of those dungeons dictated that once monsters were killed, they wouldn't respawn for a certain period.
When someone pulls out a massive legion of one or two thousand troops, how are you supposed to compete with that?
Experience, items, rewards...
It was all nonsense. Meeting such a person was a pure waste of time.
Of course, the most terrifying part was if they actually intended to kill you. Whether they tracked you down or you bumped into them by chance, you'd have zero chance of survival.
After all, two fists are no match for four hands—let alone thousands of hands...
“Wait! I just thought of something absolutely horrifying!”
“What is it?”
“Whether it's golems or homunculi, they're both products of alchemy. That means...”
“Hiss—”
The person didn't finish the sentence, yet it felt as if everything had been said.
If golems and homunculi were both products of alchemy, then for the Witch race—where nearly everyone was an alchemist—didn't that mean every single individual was an army unto themselves?
They weren't sure what the current population of the Witch race was.
But as the leader of the Original Five Great Races, there had to be at least two or three hundred thousand of them, right?
And that was just the population of the Black Witch race. They didn't even dare to imagine how many people were in the White Witch race.
Regardless, they didn't even need many.
If every witch had a combination of two thousand infantry, knights, and mages like this, it would be enough for them to look down on every other new race in Kalim.
In a racial competition like this, even if they didn't participate, they would still be the uncrowned kings—without exception.
“What should we do?”
“Don't ask me, I don't know either.”
“What do you mean, ‘what should we do’? We just deal with it. Whatever happens after the match, the Witch race will be number one. That’s a fact that won’t change.”
“That makes sense, but if this continues, won't the Witch race dominate the entire field?”
“There's not much that can be done about it. Those witches really do have extraordinary skills...”
“Sigh...”
As that person said, the witches of the Witch race were all incredibly powerful now.
Magic eyes, spells, alchemy—none of that even needed to be mentioned.
According to the latest intelligence, they had even researched flying magic brooms that could take to the skies.
The entire race could fly whenever they wanted, just like the Winged People, and they only needed a single energy crystal to stay airborne for hours, or even dozens of hours.
Under these circumstances, other races simply couldn't compete.
However, at that moment, an uninvited guest popped up.
“Folks, I have a brilliant idea...”
“Hmm?”
At that moment, everyone turned their attention toward this person...
...
While the crowd was discussing, the two people on the battlefield weren't exactly idle just because their soldiers were fighting on the front lines.
The two were currently engaged in a rare ‘dogfight’ in the sky.
Lan Qingyou was flying ahead on her broom, while Alisa followed behind, controlling the air to pursue and attack.
Even in this situation, the two inevitably remained entangled.
As for why...
It was probably because they were bored.
Exactly.
In the battle between golems and homunculi, aside from increasing their forces, all they could do was stay in the back and use the special nature of this area to engage in verbal sparring.
After exchanging words back and forth, what else was left but to start a new round?
Since they both had ways to fly, the battle was no longer confined to the ground. It moved directly into the sky, where the golems and homunculi couldn't reach them.
Of course...
If you found that explanation a bit ridiculous, you could also explain it as pawns against pawns and kings against kings.
Regardless, the two were now locked in combat.
“Tsk tsk, Alisa, you don't look very elegant right now.”
Lan Qingyou controlled her flying magic broom with one hand and held down her witch's pointed hat with the other, smiling at Alisa behind her.
Several holes had already been burned into Alisa's pure white magic robe.
The culprits, of course, were the two floating cannons circling around her, making things quite difficult for her.
“It's nothing, just a minor inconvenience.”
Alisa already knew Lan Qingyou could control such things from her previous battle with Xin Tianle.
So, while she appeared to be in a bit of a mess, Alisa didn't mind at all. She wasn't even worried about the two floating cannons that were right on top of her.
After all... these things couldn't deal any real damage to her.
“But your golems seem like they're about to give out. Aren't you going to go replenish them?”
Even though they were in the middle of a high-speed chase, neither of them had taken their eyes off the battlefield below.
The scene of shredded flesh hadn't lasted long after Lan Qingyou left.
Now, the homunculi had launched a full-scale counterattack. Some were even pinning down the purple knights while others circled around to ambush Lan Qingyou's team of black mages.
Flanking the rear was a basic tactic, so it wasn't surprising that the homunculi could pull it off.
However, Lan Qingyou had her own thoughts about being reminded of this by her enemy.
After all, she had been watching the whole time. Wouldn't she know if she needed to replenish her forces?
“Your homunculi are truly impressive. If they keep developing like this, they'll probably form their own faction. Maybe they'll awaken emotions, start reproducing, and eventually establish an Aurelius Kingdom or something.”
Lan Qingyou spoke casually as she fired black magic missiles and manipulated her floating cannons to attack Alisa.
If the golems were destroyed, so be it. It didn't matter.
Even if they were all scrapped, Lan Qingyou could simply make more.
Furthermore, she had considered the possibility of damage during production, so she had used a modular design.
Most of the damaged golems could still be used if they were taken apart and pieced back together.
However, she was very interested in the other's homunculus technology.
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