King Midas pointed towards one of the H-bots.
Some of the gold swirling and floating around his hand gathered into a bullet-like shape and hovered directly in front of the King's finger.
"This is called a Golden Bullet," said King Midas as he shot the bullet, seemingly with his mind at the H-bot he was pointing at.
The H-bot was shot directly in the center of its torso.
"And this is called the Golden Plague," King Midas smirked and waved his hand towards the H-bot.
To everyone's surprise, the H-bot started transforming into solid gold.
"W-wow my King. I didn't know you could do that," said Bartholomew, who was hiding behind the throne with a pistol in his hand.
"If you're not gonna help, then shut the hell up," replied King Midas to Bartholomew.
This is insane. It totally goes against the laws of physics. E-even chemistry for that matter. How am I supposed fight this dude? More importantly, how am I gonna escape?! Harry thought to himself as he had now started to panic.
One of the H-bots cut open Harry's rope, setting him free.
"What are you all waiting for?! Initiate firing protocol. NOW!" screamed Harry at the top of his lungs commanding the H-bots.
Oh crap! It takes 10 seconds for the blaster to recharge for a shot. I'll have to distract Midas before he immobilizes them all, Harry thought to himself.
The H-bots had now surrounded King Midas and Bartholomew in a circle formation.
A humming noise filled the room as the H-bots recharged their blasters, getting ready to fire.
10 seconds. That's all I need, Harry thought to himself as he stared at the giant golden wall clock hanging on the wall to the left of the throne.
"Hey Midas! Your party tricks are awesome but you can't possible take down eleven more of my H-bots before they take a shot. So how about you let me go and we'll call it a da-" Harry was cut off by the King.
He answered, "Is that a challenge?" after which he raised both his hands and started firing a storm of Golden Bullets.
"NO! I won't let you do this!" exclaimed Harry as he snatched a Beast Blaster from one of the now golden H-bots and held on the trigger.
Two more seconds, he thought to himself as he was continuing the recharging of the Beast Blaster.
King Midas had now turned all the H-Bots to gold.
Harry's blaster was now ready to shoot.
Bang. He shot straight at the King's chest.
There was smoke everywhere.
Oh God I hope I didn't kill him. I'm too young to be a murderer, Harry thought to himself in panic.
He's dead. This means I'm now the rightful King. Hmm... I wasn't expecting this to happens this early in my life, Bartholomew thought to himself from behind the throne.
Oh wait, I need to handle this situation first, he continued in his thought.
He stood up from behind the throne and pointed his pistol at Harry.
"You're under arrest for murder of the King," said Bartholomew to Harry.
As the smoke cleared, they were both shocked to see King Midas still standing.
His chest was now made of gold.
And he himself was standing straight, unharmed and not a scratch.
His chest turned back to normal.
"You and your H-Bots can go to hell Harry," he said coldly.
He clenched his fist and all the H-Bots got crushed.
"Guess I'm not the King yet," Bartholomew muttered under his breath sadly.
"You destroyed my H-Bots... Now I'll destroy your palace," said Harry as he turned the dial on top of the Beast Blaster from maximum to minimum.
This might do lower damage, but it'll recharge in half a second, Harry thought to himself.
He now started shooting at all the pillars of the palace.
"Say goodbye to your palace Midas," Harry smirked.
"How about you say goodbye to your life," said King Midas as he shot Harry with a golden Bullet straight in his chest.
Suddenly, half the ceiling collapsed, as most of the pillars were destroyed.
Unfortunately, it collapsed on top of Bartholomew's legs.
"Ah! It hurts. My King, I need your help," wailed Bartholomew.
This is it. I got shot in the heart. I'm gonna die here. I never lived to be an adult, Harry thought to himself as tears ran down his face.
"You needed to get disciplined boy," said King Midas.
"Now transmute," he continued, as he turned Harry to gold.
"Get the Gold Eagle ready Bartholomew, we're taking him," commanded the King.
"I-I'm pretty badly hurt my King. If you would be so kind to help me," answered Bartholomew.
King Midas waved his hand upwards which made the ceiling and the pillars go back to their original position.
"Oh I see sir. You could control them because they were made of gold," said Bartholomew. "I'm gonna go ready the helicopter. O-okay my King?" he continued.
"Be quick with it," replied the King. "And put the boy in the Gold Eagle too," he continued.
"By the way my King, would you be so kind as to tell me where we're going?" asked Bartholomew as he was readying the Gold Eagle.
King Midas stepped out in the balcony, glancing at his Kingdom.
"Somewhere we can find out about the Beast," he said.