Magnus turned around.
Standing behind him was Denise, wearing a faint smile as she glanced at the Magic Automatons working around the spatial anchors.
"Miss Denise!"
"Don't look so surprised. Did you really think I'd leave you to handle something like this with those little machines?"
She raised one hand.
The air behind her suddenly rippled, and fifteen enormous figures emerged from the distortion.
Unlike the ordinary Magic Automatons, these machines possessed far more imposing frames. Their metallic bodies were covered in intricate runes, and each one carried a distinct aura that was unmistakably Divine.
Magnus's eyes widened.
"Immortal Automatons?"
"That's right."
Denise smiled proudly.
"After all those years of experimentation, do you think I would stop at making ordinary automatons?"
