Metal Puppet Army
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
At this moment, the skeleton was trying to grab the remaining shimmering metal divine spark.
The divine spark was glowing and he felt a familiar aura from the skeleton. He wanted to return to his master's embrace but he could not get in.
"Damn it!"
The skeleton cursed in a low voice, "Angus Dubin's power is repelling it. No, I am Angus Dubin. I don't need it. I am the God of Alchemy, Priestley. It was originally my divine spark!"
The skeleton's consciousness fell into chaos. There seemed to be two souls fighting in his body.
"This guy is not a dead god!"
The Light Throne shouted, "It is an existence born from the fusion of the remnant thoughts after the owner of the two divine sparks fell. We still have a chance! Before he completely inherits the power of the divine spark!"
The eyes of the other three thrones and the Dragon King also shone. Everyone was preparing a terrifying full-strength attack.