++ Think of the Day: Faith is Your Shield. ++

If the tomb city of the Piast dynasty had been carefully observed and studied by a team of scientists, it would have been possible to write a whole series of novels similar to "Meeting Rama". If it were a different time, Gage, who is half a scientific researcher, would be very interested in studying the characteristics of this ancient civilization and the buried Lost Technique, but at the moment she has no such leisure, and the ancient lord of the city is standing in front of her, and the other party also holds a huge and dangerous scythe in his hand.

Viewed from a wide angle in the sky, the ice-encased city takes on a boxy shape, with a standard symmetry in the arrangement of its buildings. The five pyramids arranged in standard squares appear to have some resemblance to the patterns constructed by the fractal law.

Ten times more dense than the dense buildings on the ground, the tunnels and tombs are buried deep beneath the iron-gray metal city, and countless crypt spiders, ghosts, and beetles crawl through the labyrinths underground, guarding secrets that have been buried for tens of millions of years. The green-skinned orcs who reveled in the city were often dragged down bottomless tunnels by metal insects that scurried out of nowhere, howling and disappearing into the ground.

"You can choose the place where you want to fight, or I'll designate it for you, and it's fair to you." Maharaja Lestek gracefully holds the War Scythe in his hand, one of the deadliest weapons in the universe, and no armor has yet been found to block its easy blow. It's a weapon of destruction forged by sorcery-like cutting-edge technology, and like the Staff of Light, it's an elite weapon that can only be possessed by the rulers of the undead in space.

It's different from what the girl originally imagined. The other person's voice is not hoarse and ugly, but a synthetic, warm and standard human Gothic—the voice of a proud middle-aged gentleman after the automatic translation of the character card. Inexplicably, there is still a bit of a British accent, and I don't know what the mechanism of this translator is.

"Wait a minute." The girl raised the power claw of her left hand. With a "pause" gesture, "First of all - I just stumbled into the city by accident - I have no intention of fighting you ......"

As he said this, the Mechanic wisely ignored the fact that a company of slashers behind him was being chased by a giant metal centipede, and a few seconds later hundreds of slashers were smashing the metal centipede to pieces with a variety of motley weapons.

"I don't know any of these idiots." The girl swore to the sky without changing her face.

The Undead King also seemed shocked by her shamelessness, and Maharaja Lestec unconsciously stroked his chin, the logic circuit in his brain seemed to pause for a few seconds. Then it waved the war scythe in its hand and whispered:

"As the King of the Immortals, it is my duty as a metal nobleman to impart to you the meaning of true eternity. A traveler halfway on the road to eternal life. Accept my gift. The metal body is not a curse, but an eternal blessing. I will transform you and make you a member of my people. ”

"Uh, are you hiring? Is there any three insurances and one housing fund or ...... Other labor agreements or something? Illegal recruitment? I'm not of legal working age, am I......" The girl covered her mouth as she scanned the retreat around her with her eyes.

"Humph! To become a complete immortal is to repay you for the best! In our efforts to clean up the galaxy, what the dynasty lacks is a powerful commander. You can become a nobleman of the Piast dynasty, an adjutant of yourself! The red light in Aristek Maharaja's eyes flickered slightly, and the crystal inlaid with the crown on his head began to shimmer differently according to his mood.

"I want to ask a question." Gage honestly raised her hand, "You've taken a fancy to my nanometal suit." ”

The other party did not speak.

"Just say it." The girl jumped to her feet lightly and slammed a straight fist into the metal skeleton face of the skeleton in front of her. "Why are you so sensational, are you afraid that it will be humiliating to be a robber? I'm the one who has a boyfriend! ”

The destructive field-covered power claws slammed into Lestek's face, the hourglass on the metal Reaper's wrist glittered slightly, and the speed of time around the Undead Monarch increased.

This timepiece is one of the most technologically advanced creations of the metal undead. The art of space necromancy has been able to interfere with the structure of time and space tens of millions of years ago, and this timepiece that changes the flow of time is one of his research results. The Dreadors have obtained techniques from the Star Gods and Ancient Saints that can influence the world, and these techniques have not faded with the passage of time. Appearing at the end of the fortieth millennium of the Human Empire, it still has the power to change the world.

The world world in Lestek's eyes suddenly slowed down. The motion of all objects becomes sluggish as if it were slowed down. It took a moment to move its footsteps, dodging the girl's punch. Then swing your own scythe. As its scythe flickered, the massive blade seemed to be half-void and half-solid—a weapon equipped with a phase-based technique, the secret of its ability to penetrate various armor and protective fields lies in the transformation of space, and according to legend, the blades of this weapon exist in multiple dimensions at once, and what they slash is not annihilated, but teleported to another dimension.

In its eyes, the delicate face of the girl's smiling grinning slowly moved in mid-air, and the carcass full of youthful breath can be said to be a beautiful embodiment in the eyes of humans, but in the eyes of the undead, it is just a pile of emotionless data.

The lethality of this blow was 27%. Lestec carefully calculated, the other party's body appeared to be encased in a nano-metal technique, which was similar to the reactive metal it used, but very different—a higher level of freedom, and almost infinite assimilation......

Lestec had never imagined that a "human" would be able to use active metals to such a flexible level, perhaps only the legendary star god could do such a thing. The bodies of ordinary space undead are templated, and even if they are broken into tiny pieces, these undead metal undead can be reunited and reborn, but such bodies cannot be freely shaped. Lestec had heard that some of the great dynasties of the Emperor could have a self-shaping advanced body and shaping algorithm, but its dynasty technology did not reach that level. And the ability to assimilate the reactive metal of the low-level undead - such a technique is even more unheard of, and has never appeared in mechanical undead other than the star god. Even the Grand Emperor of the Three Holy Councils could not have possessed such a powerful devouring ......

Of all the mechanical undead present. I am afraid that only Lestek himself can realize the subversive meaning that this technique represents. The terrifying Star Gods are still sealed in the labyrinth of four-dimensional space by the Necromancy, and these fragments of the Children of the Stars are so powerful. So much so that the necromancers use them as the last weapons of extermination. And there is no technique that can simulate their divine power - the semi-metal life in front of them may be a breakthrough!

In a sleep that lasts for tens of millions of years. The mechanical minds of most undead have degraded over a long period of time. Only the aristocracy and the elite can maintain their own consciousness, and ordinary commoners and warriors are consciously or unconsciously shaped into miscellaneous soldiers who have no mind and can only rigidly obey orders. These age-old metal beings looked tattered, lubricated at their joints, and unresponsive, with only endless patience and great immortality to keep them in combat...... In a sense, this is also the best subject that the undead nobles need.

It can be said that in the entire Piast dynasty, only Lestek and a few minor nobles and generals under his command were self-aware. The scythe fell gently, and the indestructible phasic weapon landed on the slender neck. A single press could cut her neck off. But Lestek needed her alive, and he wanted to take the young half-metal being under his banner and become a companion for him to spare time. He has considerable self-confidence that he can suppress this young life who does not know the height of the sky.

Because the Necromantic King, armed with cutting-edge technology, is perhaps the strongest warrior in the galaxy.

Maybe.

Perhaps by illusion, Lestec saw the other's head turn. The big green eyes looked at it sarcastically, and then a power claw struck the side of the scythe first, and with this force, the girl nimbly turned in mid-air. Another kick slammed into the metal skeleton's face.

This is...... What's going on?

The phase field of the Scythe of War collided with the shattering force field of the Power Claw, stirring up a cluster of azure energy sparks.

"I'm sorry, but you're not the only one who can speed up the perception of time." The brown-haired girl pinched the huge power claw on her left hand. With a grin, he stomped his foot, and the metal ground assimilated by the nanomachines suddenly rose, and a large silver orangutan lunged towards Lestek. The latter, with a swing of his scythe, slashed it in two.

"To know the way, directly use nano components to transform neural circuits. It can also speed up the sense of time. The moment the other party made a move, Gage had already flashed to Lestek's side. A revolver appeared in her hand. The rudimentary weapon was unlikely to do any damage to Lestek, but the judgment of the tactical logic circuit turned on its precision timepiece, and silver bullets swirled and erupted from the muzzle of the gun, grazing the side of its face.

A powerful gravitational current erupted behind its head, nearly unsettling it.

"Simulated black hole bombs. The third generation of gravitational formulas is applied to arms. It can instantly create a Schwarzschild radius of about two centimeters in radius, distorting all reality formations. The Mechanic Warlock stuck out his tongue, "Don't underestimate the Time Traveler, I still have about three or four pieces of Pressing the Bottom of the Box that I haven't used." Do you know what a quantum path is? Although I personally call it 'chaotic power'. However, it is not the same thing as the chaos of your world, but it is related to the theory of chaos in terms of basic theoretical establishment......"

Lestech's logic circuits are already operating on the theoretical terms spoken on the other side. From the meaning of the words to the theoretical logic in the database, to deducing the truth about the skills that the other party has......

Have these new civilizations in the universe also developed their skills to such a height......

The power claw tore at it, and the energy field wrapped in it was a technique that Lestek was more familiar with. The inverse force field capable of canceling out the Higgs field, in which any matter will be decomposed. It is already a fairly advanced technique in the Anthropocene realm, but in the eyes of the space undead, it is only a relatively common military weapon technique.

At this moment, Lestek felt a trace of melancholy and desolation.

Can the era of metal life really come? After 60 million years of slumber, will the space undead really be able to return to the top of the galaxy? After 60 million years of stagnant technological development, can it really still occupy a dominant position in the universe?

A flash of green light flashed, and Lestek disappeared into thin air.

“…… What about people?! ”

But there was a technique that Lestek was sure that the mechanical undead must have the upper hand. That's the Phase Shift Technique, and on that basis, the Storm Technique that Lestec has become famous for. It's a legend forged by sorcery science, breaking down the barriers between the present and subspace with pure technology, allowing the heartless necromancer to harness its infinite power.

The Necromantic Monarch has teleported back to the top of its own pyramid, standing at the center of the infinite resonant energy, and at this moment, it is the Thundercaller. The static electricity in the air crackled, and the potential difference almost turned into substance. With a single movement, a pure and powerful current can penetrate any corner of the city.

"Since you have given up the right to choose the battlefield, I have designated this city as the venue for the duel. You can use whatever weapon you can to defeat me and win your freedom. ”

The Undead Monarch stood at the top of the pyramid, its godlike voice echoing the battlefield.

The massive pyramid floated in the sky of the city, and the thunder condensed around the large crystal at the top of the pyramid, and with a thought of the other party, a thunderbolt exploded at the feet of the mechanical warlock.

“…… Why do you like to talk to yourself more than the other......" The mechanical warlock sighed, and suddenly turned around and ran outside, "See you again! I don't play anymore!! ”

"Boss! The retreat has been sealed! The boys crashed into the electric wall and were burned into cooked mushrooms! A big green-skinned man with a gray face suddenly jumped out and jumped in front of Gage, and took a closer look, isn't this a big trick bully......

"Woo-a-" Nothing went well, and the young girl scratched her bushy hair violently, and with her angry roar, a patch of green skin suddenly popped out of her surroundings and echoed, "Who——!!a ”

"The new boss is yelling at the same as the previous boss! Sure enough, there is a fan! ”

"Huh?! Why does the boss scratch his head?! Could it be a new handsome move?! It's really different from the previous 'pushing each other back with your ass while farting'!! ”

"Good! I'm scratching too! ”

A group of greenskins also scratched their heads.

"Wow! After scratching my head, I feel that my brain seems to be a lot clearer! A nervous kid roared like this, and then his head exploded with a bang, and the mess splashed everyone around him. This guy's psychic energy burst before death caused some kind of group psychological effect, and the orcs suddenly fell into a state of mindless frenzy.

“………………”

Gage sat on a large metal spider with her chin propped up and looked at the rabble.

"Theoretically, I should have taken this scrap with me to kill the metal man, but look at these idiots...... I don't have any motivation at all......"

The personal plot line that was originally rushing forward was blocked because of aesthetics! The Mechanic Warlock is in a great crisis! (To be continued......)