Finishing the letter, Evin pulled out the ketricite robe from his bag and silently walked through door. A tall, tallic golem, reminiscent of the Type 11 with its humanoid form and blue eyes, greeted Evin with a staticky voice.
"M-u-u-u-u-urderer… Mur-r-r-r-rderer…"
It being able to talk was definitely a shock.
"This can talk?"
"Mu-u-u-u-u-urderer…!"
It could not speak without stuttering in a terribly artificial way, and so far, it only knew one word. Evin felt that he wouldn't be able to communicate with it so easily.
'But why does it keep calling a murderer? Shit, does it know what happens on the Island… Or does it do the sa for everyone else?'
"Murderers-s-s-s m-m-m-m-must di-i-i-ie!" saying so, the golem instantaneously created an array of icicles and sent them towards Evin.
These were definitely much deadlier than the weak spells that the Type 14 sent him.
Evin hurriedly put the robe in front of him, being careful not to touch the ketricite side. The icicles all disappeared like they never existed in the first place, not even pushing Evin back with the force of inertia they should've possessed. The robe really was a great boon, as Evin could use it as a shield with one hand, but still be able to use magic.
The Voice then loaded a few tal bullets into its accelerator and sent it flying towards the Type 11's neck. A spark ca from its side, and Evin saw a small part of the tal in its neck being chipped off.
'The fight might end shortly, because its neck is much thinner than the rat-shaped golems.'
But the next ti the Voice tried to attack the golem's neck, it beca surrounded by a circle of rocks, which wasn't strong enough to stop the bullet, but was enough to weaken it. It led the rock circle around its neck to shatter, but it wasn't a problem for the golem, as it could almost instantly recreate it.
This little setback didn't discourage the Voice, leading it to shoot twice in close intervals, allowing the second bullet to deal so damage.
But the golem quickly dealt with the problem by having the rock circle revolve around its neck. This way, even if the Voice shot twice, the second shot would still hit rock.
"M-m-m-m-m-murdere-e-e-er!" the golem was
a tall order ca from the Voice.
Evin looked at the wound on the golem's party and saw a huge crescent shaped indent right above its torso. The point-blank shot was so powerful it completely destroyed the golem's neck. A fistful of tal, just gone like that.
Then, a tile in the room dropped, revealing wo pieces of paper inside it. One of them seed to be one of Morton's notes, but it was much shorter than the previous ones.
[Morton Golem Type 11.
I learned many things from creating this golem, but I also developed many questions as well. Why is the shape of a humanoid so important in casting magic? Why is a rat so adept at learning magic compared to a normal humanoid child? What really is the difference between a golem that can cast magic and a Tier-4 Mana-beast?
All very difficult problems, but I'm sure we'll find a way to overco them. But I'm more worried about the questions that arose next.
Why did a rat-controlled golem begin to etch curses on the walls when it learned to cast magic? Why did it begin to speak when we gave it an artificial vocal cord? Why does it know things that a rat has no business knowing? Do all rats know these things, and just don't have the ability to express them? What the fuck is happening?]
Evin felt a chill as he read the last questions written on the paper. He sent a questioning tone towards the Voice, but the latter was equally baffled.
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