Chapter 339: The Deep Foundations of the Undead Empire_2

When it turned to Ange, it made a mechanical sound: "A skeleton."

"A corpse dragon, a zombie, an angel...beep beep beep, alarm alarm, angel detected, angel detected." Its gaze circled over everyone, finally landing on the Little Angel, at which point the mechanical construct immediately initiated an alarm.

The Little Angel puffed out his cheeks and, in a flash, unfurled his light wings, but Ange scooped him up before the Holy Light could flash.

"Roar!"

"Roar!" The Little Angel defied, pointing a little hand at the construct.

"Roar! Roar!"

The Little Angel sulked, turned his back, squatted on the ground, and angrily prodded the ground.

Durken stepped over, raised his cape, and shielded the Little Angel.

With the Little Angel out of sight, the construct's alarms finally subsided, its gaze continuing to move.

Negris couldn't help but lean over and whispered, "Is this thing that stupid? Couldn't it be a little smarter? Even a random undead wouldn't be this foolish."