"No corpses."
Galos's gaze swept across the remains of the golem, finding no traces of flesh and blood.
"It's unreasonable."
"It took a direct hit from my Destructive Dragon Breath, how did that Goblin Alchemist survive? And where did his body go?"
The Red Iron Dragon lightly flicked its tail, pondering internally.
The Great Workshop Master was indeed formidable, but that couldn't change the fact that he was an Alchemist, fragile, and without the defense of a golem, he was no match for Galos.
"I saw it clearly, he was engulfed by my Destructive Dragon Breath."
"And this Alchemy Giant Statue... I nearly disassembled it completely, but found no traces of a cockpit."
The Alchemy Giant Statue that rose from the ruins seemed not to be the Mechanical Golem mostly used by the goblins, but an Intelligent Golem that could operate without a pilot.
"The leader of the Golden Tooth Tribe, something's not right."
