Netheril’s Glory

Punk was very keenly monitoring every slight action of No. 1, and very soon, he discovered the first shortcoming of this big guy, which was the lack of concealment!

Its huge body also meant it had a considerable amount of weight, so along with its unskillful movements, the flesh golem was making loud sounds and vibrations while running, which was almost the same as beating a drum every time it took a step.

Punk was sure that even if he added invisibility to this big thing, One would be able to easily determine its location through the sound and the deep footprints on the ground.

When Punk was still thinking about how to reduce its drawbacks, the Flesh Golem, while driving a strong gust of wind, had reached the area with empty houses. Because Punk ordered it to move quickly, the Flesh Golem directly jumped down from the hill, which created a large dust cloud and also left a meter deep crater on the ground.

This high jump from the hill, of course, also caused a loud noise. And according to Punk, the little rats should have already found out about the arrival of the No. 1 from this noise.

Punk, who was sitting in the white tower and commanding No.1, took a sip of tea. Because this time the enemy No.1 was facing was just too weak to test its combat ability, Punk's main purpuse was to test the searching-target and action-taking ability.

On receiving Punk's command, No. 1 stopped at the foot of the mountain. It seemed as if the whole area had fallen asleep, except for the sound of the wind, there was no other sound in this area with the deserted and dilapidated houses.

This almost completely silent night was so dark that one couldn't even see their own hands. The dark sky seemed as if someone smeared thick ink in it, and even the faint light of the stars was blocked. A thin night fog that enveloped the surrounding area bought a slight chill to this semi-silent dark environment.

As Punk issued an order to search for the fugitives to the Flesh Golem, the red eyes of No. 1 burst out with a bloodthirsty light, and it started to walk toward the nearest wooden house. The Flesh Golem's strong body made of the Illusion demon's flesh and blood easily broke a big hole in the fragile wooden wall that was eroded by the aura of the abyss. The broken pieces of wood scattered all over the ground, and No. 1 walked into the dark house.

The eyes of No. 1 were taken from demons, so they received the demon's natural night vision ability. However, there was a small problem, the No. 1 didn't truly understand Punk's order to search for the fugitive, and it simply ran into a house, scanned the empty house, and then went to the next house.

"It didn't even search the rooms inside."

Punk gently pressed his temples with his fingers. He now had lost all hope in the searching ability of the flesh golem.

He now also found out that the Iq of the Flesh Golem was so low that it couldn't even execute a simple task such as searching for ordinary people independently. And it seemed to him that without careful command, the ability of this big fool was so bad that it could not even be compared with some animals.

Without knowing the inefficiency of its actions, the Flesh Golem started to aimlessly scan each house without even doing a basic inspection of the individual rooms, let alone all those closed wardrobes where someone could be hiding very easily. In its understanding, "search" only meant observing with its eyes.

Punk shooked his head helplessly, seeing that this big fool didn't understand the meaning of a simple command and only captured the most basic representation of his words.

"It seems the damage in its soul affected it Iq too much."

Silently, Punk drew a big cross on the flesh golem's ability to search and identify enemies and then simply canceled the search command.

It seemed to him that No. 1 could only be used as an inflexible remote-controlled meat shield right now as in case of any crisis, this big thing certainly would not be able to bring any substantial help.

With its highly inefficient search, unknowingly, the night was almost over; Punk also became bored with this no-suspense 'hide and seek' game with that group of mice.

So he quickly cast a simple official level prophecy spell and easily found out their hiding spot.

"This group of ignorant idiots is still hiding in that same house. Do they really think that the No. 1 can't find them!"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Punk's mouth, and knowing their precise position, he stopped No. 1's futile behavior and ordered it to go to that location. Receiving its new order, No. 1 directly ran through several houses and went straight to the broken house where the fugitives were hiding.

At this time, a faint light already appeared on the horizon, and the darkness of the night has also slightly lessened, but unfortunately, these few runaway slaves would not be able to see today's sun. Because tomorrow Lo Lan would send a new batch of slaves, Punk did not even want to catch them alive.

It was not until No. 1 arrived at the door of the dilapidated house and blocked the cold wind that was coming through the cracks of the wooden door that the exhausted fugitives realized that they were found out.

Despite being heavily exhausted, three slaves tried their best to escape from the window, supported by only their pure desire to survive. They fell on the black and red ground in the yard outside the wooden house and tried to run with their hands and feet, but... they weren't able to continue their actions for very long.

Through the visual connection of the flesh golem, Punk noticed the three skeleton-like slaves trying to escape, but under the torture of hunger and fear, their escape speed was so miserable that it almost made one not want to chase them.

"Attack!"

Punk coldly issued the order to attack.

Punk was expecting to see these fugitives being torn to pieces by the claws of the flesh golem.

But…

The No. 1 did follow Punk's orders meticulously and launched an attack. However, unlike what Punk expected, No. 1 did not stretch out its bloody claws and step forward, nor did it take any action to tighten its muscles.

It actually stopped in place and opened its mouth full of sharp teeth. At the same time, the spell model solidified in the throat began to activate…

"Official level engraved spell - Acid gush"!

"What the…….!"

Punk was stunned. His command to attack meant that the Flesh Golem would rush up and tear up the enemy instead of throwing spells into them. To deal with a few ordinary people, it actually wasted a precious official level attack spell that could only be used five times a day.

"What's the difference between this and bringing a cannon with limited ammo to kill a mosquito!"

The IQ of this flesh Golem made Punk warry.

"It seems I have to add some necessary fixed programs. Although it could be found by the enemy very quickly in a battle, it is much better than such brain-less acts."

In Punk's eyes, azure blue mana flowed wantonly. This test of the Flesh Golem exposed many problems, but fortunately, Punk was not without ways to fix them.

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