This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

Before them stood a large building, about six or seven meters high, with numerous chimneys belching blue smoke, covering an area of ​​approximately four or five hundred square meters. Clearly, this was an alchemy factory; only in a place like Lavoisier could one find such a large alchemy factory. Alchemy factories elsewhere on the continent were merely small workshops compared to this. Outside the building was a three-meter-high wall, decorated with sharp steel railings.

Abyss could tell at a glance that this place was very important to the Sheep's Eye Gang. Even though it was already night and would soon be midnight, there were still many gang members pacing and patrolling outside the wall. They all wore fake sheep's eyes, which were probably made of glass, around their necks. This was presumably the mark that the Sheep's Eye Gang used to identify its own people.

However, in the surrounding area, Abyss could still see some ordinary citizens without any markings wandering around, seemingly aimless, yet also seemingly with some purpose.

“Hehe, you saw them too? Those are my brothers. This time, I plan to have just the two of us sneak in first, locate the machine, and then have them cause trouble around here, making a mess of the place. Then, I'll find an opportunity to have my brothers break in and smuggle the machine out.” Titus laughed confidently. “My brothers may not be as strong as those guys from the Sheep's Eye Gang who are covered in alchemical tools, but their loyalty and teamwork are unmatched.”

Abis nodded: "It seems that although this is your temporary plan, you have been preparing for this for a long time."

“Of course, I’m thinking about taking that machine away from those bastards in the Sheep’s Eye Gang all the time.” Titus looked contemptuously at the Sheep’s Eye Gang members who were yawning and patrolling. “I’d rather keep that machine hidden in the basement forever than let those profit-driven guys make a fortune from it.”

"If there's a chance in the future, I'd still be very willing to hear your story. You're so dedicated to stopping gangsters from selling potions that harm innocent people, there must be a story behind it."

"Of course... I'd be happy to talk about it if I have the chance in the future, although it's not exactly a lighthearted skit that will make people happy." Titus nodded. "Besides, a person needs to have some pursuits to be a complete person, right?"

“I couldn’t agree more.” Abis nodded. “How do you plan to get in? This place looks heavily guarded. The Sheep’s Eye Gang may have deployed forty or fifty guards here, and there are also workers inside.”

Titus seemed somewhat surprised that the Abyss could estimate the number of guards so quickly, but then he understood, remembering that the Abyss was a high-ranking mage of unfathomable power. He didn't know much about magic; he only had a general idea of ​​what mages could do.

“My plan… there are indeed a lot of guards here. The leader of the Sheep's Eye Gang values ​​this place very much.” Titus became serious and pointed to the other side of the factory wall. “Behind this factory, there is a drainage ditch with a large drainpipe inside. You can go directly into the factory through that drainpipe. However, the drainpipe is filled with various magical potions, so it is somewhat toxic. I have prepared some gas masks here for you to wear.”

Titus crouched down and patted a wooden box at his feet: "The gas mask is right here, Lord Abyss. Do you need it?"

Abis stroked his chin and thought for a long time: "Hmm... I think I'll pass."

“Oh, then I’ll put it on myself.” Titus said, and was about to open the box.

“You shouldn’t wear it either,” Abis suddenly said.

Titus looked up at Abyss with a puzzled expression: "Although I know a little about battle aura, my physical condition is still not strong enough to withstand it. Do you have any magic that can help me improve my immunity to the toxins, Lord Abyss?"

“Of course I don’t have that kind of magic. Enhancing toxin immunity is the job of a divine mage.” Abyss shrugged. “I mean, I don’t want to go in through the drainpipe. Wading through sewage is too disgusting. Can’t we just walk in through the front door?”

Titus was about to ask Abyss why he had such a crazy idea when he suddenly seemed to realize something. He clapped his hands and said, "Oh my, this is wonderful! I almost forgot that Lord Abyss is a very powerful high-level mage. Alright, let's set off now!"

"You understand pretty quickly." Abyss grinned.

So Abyss and Titus swaggered out of the house where they were hiding, wearing only a veil on their faces and a feathered hat often worn by the people of the Eastern Empire to cover their faces and Abyss's more recognizable hair color.

"Hey, you two, what are you doing?"

As the two reached the factory gate, the Sheep-Eye Gang members guarding the entrance immediately barked menacingly. This factory was Sheep-Eye Gang territory; ordinary people were not allowed to enter.

"We're just here for a stroll," Abyss said, spreading his hands. "Is that not allowed?"

"Are you out of your mind? Do you know whose territory this is? Sheep's Eye Gang! Mr. Eugene Gaston's territory!" A gang member glared at Abyss. "Wait, why are you wearing a mask? Brothers! Someone's intruding!"

"Shut up and don't move," Abyss said calmly.

After Abyss finished speaking, the Sheep's Eye gang member who had been shouting and the gang members who were about to walk over when they heard the noise all stopped in their tracks and remained silent.

“We’re going in, you all go about your own business,” Abis said again.

"Yes, sir." The gang members suddenly bowed to Abyss and respectfully stepped aside. One of the gang members even had the foresight to open the gate of the factory wall for Abyss.

Titus's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He only knew that the Abyss was strong, but he never expected that the Abyss had this kind of ability.

To be honest, he had just thought that the Abyss was going to use some kind of invisibility spell to fool these minions.

So powerful! This is the true demeanor of a strong person! So beautiful!

“Hey, Titus, you’re not planning to kill them, are you?” Abyss suddenly turned around and asked.

“Of course, I never kill people who don’t need to die, and besides, it costs money to clean up the mess after someone is killed,” Titus answered honestly.

“Then it’s alright, let’s go.” Abis smiled slightly, put his hands behind his back, and strolled leisurely through the unobstructed gate into the “heavily guarded” factory.

Chapter 121 The Boy Who Piloted the Mech

Upon entering the factory, the pungent smell of alchemical herbs immediately made Titus wrinkle his nose.

Although the gas here is not waste gas and is relatively low in toxicity, it still smells very unpleasant because various potions are refined and burned in this factory. Titus felt nauseous after only taking a few breaths.

“My God, the smell here is much stronger than our factory.” Titus said with a bitter face, fanning himself with one hand. “Our factory isn’t this big, and the ventilation and sewage systems here don’t seem to be very good either.”

“Perhaps the Sheep Eye Gang’s secret to cost-saving isn’t just that machine.” Abis wasn’t too bothered by the pungent smell; he often smelled even the rotting of dead bodies, so this strong medicinal smell was nothing to him. “No wonder the Sheep Eye Gang was able to catch up so easily. Their largest factory is like this, so you can imagine the conditions in their other factories. This saves them a lot of money.”

"Ha, the Sheep's Eye gang leader is quite the shrewd bastard." Titus curled his lip in disdain. Although the Black Hat gang operated in a legal gray area, they treated their workers very well. His combination of kindness and severity had always maintained good loyalty among the Black Hat members, a change that began after he became their leader. Titus firmly believed that only those willing to spend money could make big money, so he utterly despised the Sheep's Eye gang leader's stinginess.

The two continued walking inside, past a pile of haphazardly parked carts, and through a large gate, they entered the factory. Numerous potion distillers, furnaces, and other equipment came into view. A thin mist filled the factory, reducing visibility to about twenty meters. A dwarf overseer sitting by the door, whip in hand, immediately spotted Abyss and Titus, the two uninvited guests. He sprang to his feet, his eyes reddened by smoke, and blocked their path.

"Stop right there! What are you two doing? Why are your faces covered?"

The dwarf was very strong, and his glaring eyes were large, as if they were about to bulge out. An ordinary person might be frightened, but the people standing opposite him were a gang leader and a senior high-ranking necromancer, so of course he wasn't afraid.

“Oh, we just came in for a visit and will take a few things with us. We’re masked so you can’t see our faces,” Abys replied immediately.

"Damn it, do you think I'm an idiot?" The dwarf was furious. Without even thinking about why these two people had come in unharmed, he put two short, thick fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly.

As the piercing whistle sounded, two creaking metallic scraping sounds echoed from the distant smoke.

"Gordon! Ariel! Come here and kill these two!" the dwarf roared at the top of his lungs.

Titus was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected that there were two thugs hiding in the factory... and judging from their voices, these two thugs didn't seem to be so simple.

The Abyss simply stood there quietly, waiting for the two men the dwarf had called to come out. Although he couldn't see clearly through the smoke, the Abyss could vaguely sense who the two guards were.

"Yes, Mr. Weeks." Two timid and childish voices came from the smoke. Then, a tooth-grinding sound of metal scraping together rang out, and two figures, each at least three meters tall, stood up from the smoke and slowly walked towards them.

Abyss frowned slightly as the two figures came into view.

They were two armored machines controlled by magic arrays and powered by burning magical potions. Fully armed, with various weapons hanging from their arms, they wobbled towards them, white smoke billowing from their exhaust pipes. In the center of each machine was a capsule-shaped cockpit, inside which sat a child.

Yes, these are two children piloting armored figures, a boy and a girl, both human, who look to be only a little over ten years old. They have iron rings around their necks and their bodies are covered with magical runes—these are the two pilots of the armored figures!

"You two idiots, daring to trespass on the Sheep's Eye Gang's factory? Today, I'll have my men rip your heads off!" The dwarf named Weeks, seemingly emboldened by the arrival of the two armored giants, looked at Abyss arrogantly and said, "I don't care where you idiots came from, once you've entered our territory, you'll die here! These two armored men are even comparable to seventh-tier Qi Masters; killing you is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!"

"Why are you using children to operate these armored men? Wouldn't it be better to use adults?" Abyss tilted his head, watching the armored men walking towards him, without moving an inch.

The dwarf Weeks didn't speak to the Abyss again; he simply waved impatiently, signaling the two children to hurry up and attack.

"I'm sorry..." The little girl sitting inside the armored man made the first move. Her face was filled with guilt and fear. She triggered the magic circle that controlled the armored man's attack. The huge armored man's legs suddenly exerted force, and its heavy body started running while spewing out a lot of smoke from the exhaust pipe. A huge fist smashed directly towards Abyss and Titus. Titus had subconsciously wanted to run away, but when he saw that Abyss was not moving, he hesitated.

Why isn't he moving? Is he terrified, or does he think that the attack from such a huge armored man is nothing?

Then, his brain quickly made a decision: no more hiding, what's there to be afraid of?

At this moment, the armored man's iron fist, as big as a washbasin, arrived in front of the Abyss with a whooshing sound.

boom!

A deafening explosion rang out, the echo reverberating throughout the factory. At the same time, the stone ground beneath Abyss's feet shattered instantly due to the immense force transmitted through it, and a cloud of debris and dust enveloped him in smoke.

"Ha ha!" the dwarf laughed. "Gordon! You fool! Kill the other one!"

"Don't rush to attack. I just asked you a question, did you hear me?"

Just then, a slightly impatient voice came from the gradually dissipating smoke and dust.

When the smoke cleared, the Abyss reappeared in the dwarves' eyes, causing them to widen their eyes in disbelief once more.

With his right hand behind his back and his left hand outstretched, Abyss actually managed to catch a punch from the armored man, which had the force of several tons!

There was no hint of reluctance on his face; he simply continued to coldly stare at the dwarf with his blue-green eyes, his lips barely moving as he asked, "I ask you, why are you using a child to control the armored man? Wouldn't it be better to use an adult?"

Chapter 122 The Money-Saving Secrets of the Sheep's Eye Gang

Ariel, sitting in the cockpit, was shocked. She had never imagined that her attack could be blocked like that. She hesitated for a moment, glanced at the dwarf standing there with his mouth agape, and a look of fear flashed in her eyes. She quickly withdrew her fist and threw another punch at the Abyss. This punch was not just an ordinary heavy blow. The armored man's fist quickly turned red-hot, and the magic potion inside reacted violently, conducting an astonishingly high temperature from his fist.

Abyss didn't move an inch. He gently waved his right hand, which had just stopped Ariel's punch, at the giant armored man. The armored man instantly separated into upper and lower body. The upper body flipped backward due to the inertia of the fist being pulled back, while the lower body remained firmly on the ground, but had lost all momentum. A large amount of boiling potion sprayed out from some pipes at the break, emitting a lot of smoke and a pungent smell.

Immediately afterward, Abyss waved his hand again, and the armored man piloted by another child, Gordon, was also broken in two. Before Gordon could react, he felt his vision spinning and the cockpit crashed to the ground along with the severed upper body of the armored man.

Having done all that, Abyss beckoned to the dwarf.

"Aaaaah!" the dwarf screamed in terror as an invisible force grabbed his beard and dragged him toward the Abyss.

Abyss didn't use charm on the dwarf to make him obey, because he was a little annoyed.

The force that dragged the dwarf away was simply too immense. No matter how hard Mr. Weeks, who had been so smug just moments before, tried to break free, his thick beard couldn't escape the Abyss's pull. In the blink of an eye, his body was pulled in front of the Abyss, who reached out a hand and grabbed his neck.

"Now can you speak?" Abyss stared coldly at the dwarf's terrified face.

"You! Who are you?!" The dwarf's voice cracked as he spat out his question, "Do you know what Mr. Eugene will do to you? He'll kill you! He'll hang your whole family!"

tom!

Abyss frowned and kicked the dwarf in the stomach. The immense power Leona channeled into Abyss through necromancy sent the dwarf's sturdy body flying through the air in an arc before crashing heavily to the ground.

Then, Abyss chanted a short incantation and gently fanned himself with one hand. A powerful gust of wind roared out from his hand, instantly dispelling the smoke in the factory.

The entire factory was then presented to Abyss.

The factory was very large and divided into two floors. Each floor was filled with all kinds of machines, and many medicinal herbs were placed in baskets on the ground. Behind each machine stood a dumbfounded child.

They ranged in age from a few years old to their teens, none of them appearing to be adults. There were both men and women, but mostly boys. They were thin and bony, wearing dirty work clothes, some of them still holding medicinal herbs, but they had long been too frightened by the sudden battle to put them down.

"Child labor?" Titus gaped in disbelief. "Eugene actually hired child laborers? This is... has he lost all humanity by being so stingy?"

Abyss, expressionless, reached out and pulled the dwarf, who was still panting on the ground, back to him, and grabbed his short, thick neck once more.

"No need for your answer. I see. It's not that you don't want to hire adults to operate these machines, it's just that your workers are all child laborers. They are much more obedient than adults and are easier to obtain, right?"

The dwarf stared into Abyss's eyes in utter terror.

Those were not the eyes of a mortal! They were eyes from the world of the dead! The coldness and arrogance in those eyes were as if the god of death and slaughter had personally descended upon him!

"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm just a poor man working for the Sheep's Eye Gang! Please spare me! Don't kill me!"

The pain in his abdomen and the fear of facing the unknown power finally snapped Weeks. He cried out and begged the Abyss for forgiveness.

“I won’t kill you? I won’t kill you, I never kill people.” Abyss looked at the dwarf’s snot- and saliva-covered beard with some disgust. “Answer me one question: Have you abused these children? Have you… caused any of them to die?”

"I didn't! I really didn't!" the dwarf answered loudly without hesitation.

"I see." Abyss released his grip, and the dwarf collapsed to the ground.