The roots slowly coiled around Bologue, wrapping him heavily, and with a slight force, a large amount of blood plasma oozed from the gaps. The thick branches crushed the frail mortal body into flesh.
Gold no longer paid attention to Bologue, and he reported to the man, "Fast was killed by that guy... He looks like a field staff of the Order Bureau, and ordinary Condensators don't possess such will."
It seems that Gold admired Bologue's fearless charge, but admiration aside, it didn't prevent Gold from crushing Bologue.
"Is that so? The loss is still within expectations." The man nodded, then looked at the alchemy puppet in his hand that was unresponsive.
The man sighed, "I didn't expect her to be an alchemy puppet and to have acquired a Fantasy Species."
