Paplo Space Fortress, test area.

Keane, the person in charge, ascended the elevator into the cylindrical tunnel, passed through the darkness that could not be seen, and reached the hidden space at the top of the fortress.

Surrounded by sturdy alloy walls, most of them are old and dull, except for the gold miniature pipes, which are still shiny.

With a low sound of metal sliding, the elevator rose to the very top, and the hatch popped open.

Beams of heterochromatic light intertwined like cobwebs in the metal corridor, and with the beep of the detectors, a blood-like red light swept across the ground in rounds.

Sixteen giant mass-produced mechs dragged cables, like crucifixed Jesus, fixed to composite brackets on the four walls of the space. And the elevator is located in the center of the encirclement of them, like a black column that penetrates the sky and the earth, and there is no end to sight.

Most of these huge machines have been dismantled, but when viewed from directly below, one is still amazed at their majesty. It's a giant, it's more like a giant's skeleton, a craggy steel scaffold with thick blood vessels like branches attached to the surface - this is actually a huge bionic neural circuit.

Dense bee-shaped repair machines surround the body, up and down, like planting flesh and blood, filling in the missing parts of the body.

"Rorschach!"

Keane walked over to the wreckage of the mecha directly across the elevator, took a look at the uninhabited space, and yelled at the name of the person in charge.

The lifting equipment that climbed to the top of the space lit up, and the instrument lights in the operating room flickered and gradually went out, and then the hatch bounced outward, revealing a bright bald head:

"Mr. Keane, what's the matter?"

"I've already reported to the headquarters, and they've asked us to get the benefits as soon as possible, and now that most of the things are ready, only your task remains. Please tell me when the Conqueror will be repaired, without them we will not be able to control this planet in a short time!"

"I'm sorry sir, even if they are repaired, they won't be put into use. Said the maintenance engineer in a white coat with not a single hair on his head, a thin body, a vicissitudes of life, and a white coat.

"And because of the energy pulses of this planet?"

Keane couldn't help but lower his head, took off his sunglasses, and rubbed his sour eyes.

"Yes, Mr. Responsible, as you know, there is a strange and huge electromagnet-like pulse on this planet...... Just like the kind of nuclear bomb developed by our planet a hundred years ago, the electromagnetic pulse generated after the explosion has terrifying lethality to precision instruments. What's even more peculiar is that even lead products cannot be insulated from its destruction. ”

As Rorschach spoke, he anchored himself to the chassis of a bee-shaped repair machine, and as the machine slowly descended, his voice became clear and loud as it approached the ground:

"Because of this, most of our sophisticated weapons and machinery could not be used in the previous war. And now, according to my data, the longer the mechanic stays on this planet, the weaker he becomes. ”

"I see...... Is it no wonder that they can't maintain their fighting form on this planet for long, and that's the root of everything?"

Keane put on his sunglasses, looked at the engineer who was gradually descending, and asked hesitantly:

"Wait a minute, you're not trying to tell me...... Our ultimate violent conqueror malfunctions because of this kind of electromagnetic pulse, right?"

"In order to find out the cause of these machine failures, I almost took them back to the factory parts, and the metal-like reflection told me that it was true, and that it was more serious. ”

Rorschach unbuckled his seat belt, walked up to Keane, took out a square remote control from his arms, and pressed a set of password keys on the mecha behind him.

In the subtle sound of gears, the giant god-like body itself underwent earth-shaking changes. The metal bones slid along the keel of the composite scaffold, revealing the internal organs of the giant's body, and the intricate instrument space was presented to the two of them.

Even a layman like Keane could tell that the giant's body didn't seem to be very healthy, and the 'organs' constantly emitted a muffled sound similar to the impact of metal, and the surface flashed with incandescent electric sparks.

"The battle mecha is the ultimate combat weapon that extracts the genes of the mechanic himself, uses the semi-organic characteristics of super metals, fuses them with each other, and then undergoes various processes to make them cross the evolutionary limit of living organisms. In other words, they are the strongest version of the mechanic themselves, so theoretically, some of the mechanic's unknown weaknesses are also likely to exist in them if they are not deliberately eliminated. ”

Rorschach walked up to Keane, then turned, and looked up at the open ribcage of the mech side by side with him:

"Our bodies are indestructible, and even the most fragile parts are strong enough to withstand the heat of the sun's surface and the weight of 10,000 tons. After combining with the mechanic, it can activate the fire energy and release the inexhaustible energy. Isn't it interesting that they can't resist the light released by this primordial planet?"

With the man's intoxicated words, the beams of light in the space flickered, intertwined, and quickly formed a three-dimensional image of the star Hyperion.

There is a thin layer of light in this world, not the kind of light that reflects the stars, nor is it a light that bursts from the inside out. Instead, it was as if there were countless mirrors wrapping the planet, and the mirrors reflected each other, forming a thread that wrapped the star of Hyperion like silk.

"That's enough! I'm not interested in your research!"

Keane turned around and walked up to him and looked at him coldly:

"Since you can't solve my worries, there is no need to occupy so much funds, from today onwards, the maintenance department will only have basic supplies. When will the body return to health, and when will the funds be restored. ”

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

Rorschach seemed to panic, stomped his foot hard, gritted his back molars and said:

"Give me a little time, as we all know, the humans of this planet share the same ancestors as us. So theoretically, if they can adapt to the environment here, we can do it. What we need to do now is to speed up this process...... Give me a batch of blood samples...... I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. ”