Ambrose walked swaggering into the Flayed House's territory after casting [Greater Invisibility].
Although this family had a long history, they didn't have the capability to break [Greater Invisibility].
Ambrose passed through layers of guards just like that, entering an unpeopled land, arriving directly in the mine.
Blast furnaces were emitting black smoke. After the ore was selected, it was slted into various tal ingots on the spot.
The Flayed House's mine was a very special composite mineral vein. Besides iron and copper ores mixed together, there were many other miscellaneous tals, as if soone had forcibly mashed several mineral veins together. It didn't look naturally ford at all.
Mining this kind of vein was very troubleso. Different tals had different slting thods. They had to be sorted first, then slted and separated using furnaces of different temperatures.
The more mixed tals there were, the more troubleso the separation.
Ambrose grabbed a piece of mixed ore and muttered to himself, "No wonder the Flayed House invested heavily in building alchemy laboratories. Relying on this mine alone wouldn't make money; they might even lose money."
But for the Quicksilver Effigy, it didn't matter. Regardless of how many tals were mixed, it could swallow them all the sa.
Ambrose released both Quicksilver Effigies. The little guys who had just split were in a state of starvation.
Without Ambrose needing to remind them, they imdiately pounced on the ores piled up like small mountains and began to gorge themselves.
The Quicksilver Effigy's ability to devour tal was extrely strong, like water splashed onto salt grains; the ore hill caved in visibly.
Such a commotion naturally caught the attention of the mine workers quickly. They had never seen a creature like the Quicksilver Effigy before. After the iron picks and shovels in their hands were all devoured, they decisively called for the guards.
However, it was useless even when the guards arrived. The spears in their hands were instantly devoured upon poking the Quicksilver Effigy, leaving only wooden shafts.
The two little guys were simply too hungry and couldn't be bothered to fight back. They just spread their bodies out to eat wildly, offering absolutely no resistance.
And this lying-flat reaction gave the guards a false impression; they thought these two pools of quicksilver wouldn't fight back.
Since tal was useless, they cleverly tried to use wood to remove the quicksilver, lest it continue corroding the ore.
a dozen wooden sticks poked around, trying to sweep the Quicksilver Effigy into buckets.
This angered the Quicksilver Effigies. A bunch of sharp blades grew out from their soft bodies, slashing wildly at these guards.
Five guards were decapitated on the spot, and many suffered severed limbs.
The battle started and then ended rapidly.
Ordinary people had no way to deal with the Quicksilver Effigy. Even well-trained soldiers were just sending themselves to their deaths.
With blood spilled and lives lost, the incident escalated quickly. The person in charge of the mine arrived imdiately; he appeared to be an alchemist.
This person had so knowledge. Seeing the two masses of quicksilver devouring tal, he recognized them imdiately.
"Living Quicksilver?! How is that possible?"
It was common knowledge that Living Quicksilver Solution was a failed product of the City of Alchemy. This alchemist was also seeing moving ones for the first ti.
In that instant, he had a crazy idea: if he could capture these two Living Quicksilvers and study them properly, he would be the next Legend.
So he imdiately ordered the soldiers not to act rashly, then took out a pile of bottles and jars to mix sothing on the spot.
Ambrose watched for a few monts and guessed the alchemist's idea.
He was concocting a special sleeping potion effective on the vast majority of creatures.
The idea was good, but he underestimated the Quicksilver Effigy's intelligence.
The alchemist had just concocted the sleeping potion and hadn't had ti to throw it at the Quicksilver Effigy when a piece of ore suddenly flew over, smashing the bottle in his hand to smithereens.
Faint white smoke dispersed. With a *thump*, the alchemist fell over asleep, not reacting even when his forehead broke upon impact.
This stone was thrown by one of the Quicksilver Effigies. After the successful sneak attack, both little guys made weird noises. Only Ambrose could hear they were laughing loudly.
Ambrose was surprised. This performance was much smarter than before.
The simple act of throwing a stone actually revealed many details.
When he first arranged for it to fight the Paladin, the little guy only knew how to mimic the opponent's movents simply, getting completely suppressed by Alan's swordsmanship. It wasn't until Ambrose reminded it that the Quicksilver Effigy rembered it didn't need to maintain a human form and defeated Alan.
But this ti, Ambrose gave absolutely no reminder. The little guy knew the thing in the alchemist's hand was dangerous and chose to attack proactively, with a very targeted thod. This little guy already knew glass bottles could be smashed and knew to use the potion inside against the alchemist.
This growth in IQ satisfied Ambrose greatly.
As the alchemist fell asleep, the soldiers hurriedly carried him away in panic, then nervously surrounded the two Quicksilver Effigies. But facing such monsters, they didn't know what to do for a mont.
Until soone shouted a suggestion: "Set fire! Burn these two monsters to death!"
"Quite a fast reaction."
Ambrose praised in his heart. Then, in a corner where no one could see, he released all the elental undead—five of each type, using glass shards and sand as bodies respectively.
"Go, little guys. Let see your combat power."
These elental undead had been born for several days, and their IQs had clearly increased a lot too.
Fine sand spread out, moving forward bit by bit on the ground. Unless one looked closely, it couldn't be seen clearly at all.
These sand undead had already understood their physical characteristics and could analyze the external environnt simultaneously to perform this action approximating stealth.
On the other side, the glass undead knew very well that they would beco conspicuous under sunlight, so they had absolutely no intention of moving slowly. Instead, they combined directly into balls and rolled towards the target.
The sound of crushed glass balls rolling across the ground caught the attention of several soldiers, but before they could figure out what these things were, five glass balls had already rolled in front of them.
Upon approach, the glass shards scattered, wrapping around their calves and beginning to spin crazily.
These small soldiers weren't qualified to wear full plate armor; their legs only had simple long boots and cotton trousers. The sharp glass shards quickly tore open the cotton trousers, slicing large wounds on their calves.
Screams rang out. It seed to cause a lot of damage, but Ambrose was a bit dissatisfied.
These elental undead didn't know what vital points were yet. They simply chose the closest part to attack; in reality, these were just superficial wounds.
But there was no rush. Hunting was the best learning opportunity; let these little guys practice slowly.
Ambrose was dissatisfied with the combat power of these elental undead, but the Flayed Duke's soldiers didn't think so. A large mass of crushed glass cutting your calf like *lingchi* (death by a thousand cuts), looking bloody and dripping—how terrifying that looked.
And the wounds weren't fatal, causing these injured soldiers to scream madly, spreading fear to others.
On the other side, the Quicksilver Effigies, originally devouring ore, noticed their little brothers were fighting, so they also temporarily stopped eating. Waving silvery-white blades, they killed their way over, slaughtering these soldiers until rivers of blood flowed.
Not every soldier had undergone the brainwashing of blood magic. Most of them hadn't fully overco their fear. Encountering such incomprehensible monsters one after another, they didn't even have the courage to resist and began to scatter and flee.
These chaotic footsteps kicked up the fine sand on the ground. By the ti almost everyone had run away, those few sand undead foolishly condensed into clumps—lurking for half the day for nothing.
Ambrose just watched from the side, giving these little guys no hints. So things they needed to realize on their own.
Having finished off the remaining soldiers, the Quicksilver Effigies began devouring the ores again.
After splitting in two, their appetites had also doubled. Hills of ore were eaten, leaving only piles of slag, yet these two Quicksilver Effigies still showed no sign of being full, rely recovering from the weakened state just after splitting.
Ambrose watched with a toothache. He originally wanted to mass-produce Quicksilver Effigies, but now it seed they could only be used as a few elite troops; otherwise, he really couldn't afford to raise them.
Almost finishing the ores placed in the open, Ambrose prepared to shift locations to the underground vein to continue grazing.
But at this mont, the sound of dense running ca from the distance, along with large clouds of dust rising.
Ambrose took a look. A familiar-looking army appeared.
Slaves running on all fours like madn. A female knight riding a warhorse, wearing heavy thorny armor.
Ambrose was confused. Clearly, last ti he used the Golden Throne's power, a [Thunderwave] had blown everyone away, and their life auras had vanished. What was with this female knight?
Was it that the female knight from last ti didn't die, or did this territory have another female knight?
If it was the forr, then this female knight should have the blessing of the Maiden of Pain, Loviatar.
"A blessed one of the Maiden of Pain... a decent opponent."
While Ambrose was pondering, the Sanguine Legion had already charged into the mine.
Those fearless blood slaves controlled by spells had already begun searching for targets. However, they hadn't seen the strange creatures Ambrose brought either. Even seeing two masses of quicksilver wriggling on the ore, they weren't sure if these were enemies.
Until, under Ambrose's command, the Quicksilver Effigies changed shape, and two silvery-white blurred human figures charged towards the army.
Although they had never seen such strange enemies, this Sanguine Legion didn't flinch at all, charging towards the two quicksilver humanoids as well.
The bloody tide easily subrged the two silvery-white figures, as if blood water completely dyed the two silver-white masses red.
However, after the first wave of impact, the two silvery-white masses reappeared, slaughtering their way in and out of the sea of blood.
These slaves controlled by spells weren't actually that powerful, after all. They were just fearless of death, and their injuries could be recovered by devouring flesh and blood.
But this ti, they encountered two masses of quicksilver.
The Quicksilver Effigies created by Ambrose didn't know what fear was either. These blood slaves were ultimately just crazed mortals. No matter how crazy they were, what damage could ordinary weapons and biting/scratching do to two masses of quicksilver?
So after the first wave of impact passed, the two Quicksilver Effigies began a massacre.
Blood slaves aren't afraid of pain, right? Decapitation, piercing the heart—not being afraid of pain won't keep you alive.
Long and short blades condensed, and the two Quicksilver Effigies beca at grinders; however many mortals ca, that many died.
This Sanguine Legion seed to have an absolute advantage in numbers, but after leaving behind twenty or thirty corpses, the commander also realized the situation was wrong. Continuing like this was just aningless attrition.
"Trash, move aside!"
The female knight drew a long whip covered in spikes, waving it left and right among the slaves, drawing large sprays of blood.
The slaves who were originally unafraid of pain let out bursts of screams under the lashing of the spiked whip. The power attached to it made them wish for death, as if all the pain suffered before erupted at the sa ti.
And after creating this pain, the female knight was wrapped in dense bloody light, and the long whip in her hand was so red its original appearance couldn't be seen clearly.
Seeing the female knight spur her horse to crash through the crowd, she rushed in front of one of the Quicksilver Effigies. The bloody long whip suddenly straightened, turning into a four-ter-long bloody sword, slashing towards the Quicksilver Effigy.
Pain · Divine Smite! (Smite of Pain!)
Borrowing the power of the Maiden of Pain, Loviatar, a single sword slash struck out like ten thousand sharp blades descending upon the body.
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