The secret weapon of the imaska Empire

"You're putting up a stubborn resistance."

Garen shook his head slightly.

He accelerated to his maximum speed, his body leaving a Silver Trail in the air, and appeared in front of Grantham in the blink of an eye.

This legendary strange machinist was already drenched in sweat.

His face was as white as a sheet of paper.

Four exquisitely-shaped, fist-sized mechanical balls with strict structures were floating behind him.

The moment garen got close, the four mechanical balls shot out highly condensed spell beams, aiming at garen's head.

The energy level of these magic beams was very high, and it was Grantham's last resort after exhausting all its energy.

After it was shot, Grantham was unable to activate the imaska ring due to the depletion of its magic power.

Imaska's magic ring shrank to Grantham's wrist, and the light was restrained.