"Komat, you...... Did you learn witchcraft? Rita said in surprise, her expression full of surprise, her cherry eyes wide open.

"It's not something to be happy about. Are you happy to peek at someone else's pain? Komet didn't look at her, and said lightly.

"Aren't you happy? Didn't you defeat Eugene in the mecha manipulation test by witchcraft? Your classmates and professors must be impressed with you! And what about Miss Bernice? Did she show you kindness later? Rita said excitedly, as if she had gained the power, and she winked her eyes at Corgate as she spoke.

Ignoring her, Komet clasped his hands on his lap and looked through the fine blonde hair with his right eye looking out toward the huge display in front of him.

This is the underground area of the secluded alleys of the Euro-13 Sanctuary District, known as the "Carnival Paradise".

After the completion of the O-13 shelter, the original land area continued to shrink, and human beings were forced to retreat by demons, and finally built a wall to defend against demons around the last seaside city of the original Baiting Kingdom, and the living area of human beings was greatly limited to such a "lonely" place.

The big chaebols took control of the Guardian Army, and eventually the entire Euro-13 sanctuary. In such a chaotic apocalypse, the law, the discipline, and the mounted police gradually disappear, and people live only on the rules of morality and money.

The end of the world will bring people feelings of despair and fear, so naturally, there will be some people in the pressure and frustration of wanting to indulge and carnival in the last days, for the rest of their lives.

"Carnival Paradise" is for such people.

Since the end came, the evil has continued and developed, and there are many robberies, murders, and rapes in the Euro-13 sanctuary area every day. These outlaws, sinful people, like to come to such a place called heaven, to be at ease and drink and talk.

No one knows who organizes the "Carnival Paradise", and some people even say that the backers behind it are the big chaebols who make tens of thousands of dollars every day. It has never been a hobby for criminals to get to the bottom of things, all they care about is enjoyment, and over time, no one talks about the owner of the "carnival paradise" anymore.

There is everything they want, and all for the cheap. Whether it's a gun, a repeating gun, a steam locomotive, a rum, or a pretty woman, you can have it with just a few silver coins. People spend money here, content with pleasure, and have no fun.

Until one day, a fanatic offered to buy a steam mecha, and the whole carnival paradise was boiling. For a hundred years, the steam mecha has not been civilianized, this is the ultimate secret of the military department and the big chaebols, and ordinary people have never even seen what the steam mecha looks like. Everyone knows that the steam mecha is a winning weapon against the invading demons, and the guy who can kill the demon is definitely not something that these poor people can control.

Just as all the fanatics were laughing at the guy who was talking wildly, a thin old man came out of the crowd, he smiled lightly, and said quietly: "Of course there are mechas, but even if you add your life, you can't afford it!" ”

The old man's words were naturally sarcastic, the other party was a madman, and this kind of person could not tolerate the contempt of others. The uttering creature snapped his right hand, pulled out an arm-thick steam burst from under his coat, and pulled the trigger at the old man's heart.

The steam repeater is equipped with a small steam scroll press, which can quickly compress the rough steam, using the power of steam expansion to provide kinetic energy to the bullet. It was too late, but it was too soon, and a slender stream of steam erupted from the outlets on both sides of the steam burst into the barrel, and the burst of bullets sprayed towards the old man like a stream of steel. Watching the lively crowd cheered, no one cares about killing a random person in such a place, but will be praised by other thugs.

But just when everyone thought that the old man's chest would bloom because of his provocation, everyone fell silent, and everyone was stunned, including the guy who shot him.

A black iron hand reached out and stopped the old man's chest. The iron hand was as black as ink, but it glowed white because the metal surface was too smooth. Each finger of the iron hand has extremely precise joints that perfectly connect the pitch-black and sharp pieces of metal armor. At this moment, a wisp of white smoke rose from the palm of Iron Hand's hand.

Mithril's metal bearings rotated and made a nice grinding sound, the film formed by the lubricating oil was more supple than a woman's stockings, and the five iron fingers were controlled freely and flexibly as if they had grown together. The iron hand slowly opened, and the deformed bullet turned red and fell to the ground with a clang.

The Iron Hand easily resisted the stream of steel emitted by the steam burst!

The unlucky man who had fired the shot came to his senses, and he looked up behind the old man with a slight tremble, and when he saw the dark figure, he sat down on the ground.

"Steam mech! It's a steam mecha! ”

It was a demon-like figure, nearly three meters high, weighing more than four hundred kilograms, its whole body was as black as endless night, and the metal armor was sharp and angular. It stood behind the old man, like an ancient giant who had stepped out of a mythological scroll, and it was unimaginable that human beings could create such a terrifying weapon. As long as it stood there, no one dared to move a single step.

This mysterious old man called himself "Mr. Z", and he actually brought a steam mecha. Since then, auctions have been held every month in Carnival Paradise, where nothing else is sold except steam mecha. For a time, thousands of people in Xiacheng District were empty, and the carnival paradise was full of people. But most of the people who came to the auction just came to see the excitement, and those steam-powered horror mechs, as Mr. Z said, were not worth their lives.

Tonight, the carnival paradise was bustling, and the huge display booth was surrounded by a crowd, and many people wanted to see what was going on to see when they heard that Mr. Z was going to show off the new steam mecha.

The red curtain slowly rose, and a thin old man appeared on the stage, wearing a crisp white suit, a light blue cornflower in his breast pocket, holding a black wooden cane in his right hand, and his snow-white hair neatly standing up behind his head.

Komet was slightly stunned, this was the first time Rita had taken him to the mecha auction. His spirit skipped a beat, not because of Mr. Z, who had an extraordinary temperament, but because of the young man standing behind the old man.

The young man was wearing a tight black gown that contrasted greatly with Mr. Z, and gold wire glasses, and he should have looked like a well-mannered man, but his sharp eyes impressed Corment.

"Who's that man?" Corgate asked Rita.