"Let's see your alchemy!" Berkeley grabbed Mordin's arm and pulled him towards the refining workshop.

"Alchemy?" Mordin asked strangely.

"Aren't you human monks all alchemists?" Berkeley wanted to show that he understood very well.

Xiao Mo was speechless.

The two of them came to the operation window of the workshop, and Berkeley messed around together, and after clearing all the production items in front of them, he said to Mordin, "Come on, you can do it for me!"

Mordin smiled bitterly. The golden warrior has cleared all the customers who have worked hard in line, and he can be sure that those people will have to struggle here again.

"I hope they don't scold me!" Mordin prayed inwardly.

He stood in front of the operation screen, stretched out his hand to introduce all the materials that needed to be synthesized into the workshop station, then selected the working mode of the magnetization and polarization device, and at the same time started the microwave heating coil, and synthesized and molded the polarized materials one by one according to the path in the dot matrix diagram.

After the operation begins, the various equipment in the workshop is activated, and through the observation window, you can see that the various materials are being put into the synthesis furnace in an orderly manner for fusion.

The process is a bit slow.

Berkeley, who was standing on the sidelines, began to be very dissatisfied.

"Why is it so slow, it takes so long to melt the material?" it muttered.

"Maybe the grade we chose was C, and it was just that speed. Mordin explained, pointing to the state of work on the screen.

"Let me come!" it grabbed Mordin's shoulders and slammed it across the screen with its large hand.

"Alright, it's A-grade now!" he said cheerfully.

"A-grade, but we don't have enough money?"

The speed and quality of A-level production are not the same as those of C-level production, and the price is naturally several times different, and it is necessary to make an appointment in advance.

"Whatever, hurry up!" Berkeley said with a grin.

Xiao Mo shook his head and started to operate again.

Ship keel, engine mount material assembly, engine construction, metal-hydrogen synthesis, armor synthesis, functional component modeling...... Mordin continued to do the same, and then he began to craft his own equipment: mech-powered power-ups, heavy sniper bullets, and knives......

These things are all used by him to improve his combat power.

The mech's power plant would improve his own athleticism, the heavy sniper bullet was also improvised by him, and he planned to make another 20,000 rounds, and the armor was rerefined from the broken armor.

As for the war knife, Mordin felt that if he encountered a fighting style like Tie Wei in the future, no one would suffer a big loss if he took advantage of the war knife in his hand, so he took this opportunity to order one together.

As for the cost of making equipment privately, Mordin plans to settle it to Changlong Group later.

Based on Lancôme's dot matrix diagram and the model built in the sea of knowledge, Mordin followed the steps of Master Sarn, quickly operating on the screen, fusing the material into various functional parts little by little.

Since it was carried out in A-class mode, the progress of the synthesis was so fast that almost as soon as his operation was completed, the manufacturing steps in the workshop over there had been completed.

Finally, the final assembly stage, the shape has long been designed, Mordin designed the size of the spacecraft to accommodate about 200 tons of medium and large spacecraft, equipped with 4 metallic hydrogen engines, and also reserved missile launchers on the spacecraft. He made the sword in the shape of a katana, with a thick back and a thin blade, and then the armor and mecha power plant were ready.

"It's finished!" exclaimed Berkeley, who had been waiting impatiently, "Let's go in and see." ”

However, the door of the workshop did not open, and the screen showed that Mordin needed to pay the production price difference of 1.9 billion yuan.

"Look, there's not enough money, don't let me take it!" Mordin said, pointing to the screen.

"What a trouble!" "Berkeley, you muttered to the door of the workshop, raised your foot is one leg, and kicked the heavy iron door ten meters high directly out.

"Come in!" it waved at the stunned teenager.

"Is that okay?" Mordin rubbed his head and walked into the workshop with it.

The workshop was very large, and the finished ship was sitting on a huge dragon skeleton.

It is black and gold as a whole, wearing dark tiger skin lines around its body, and its head is pointed, like a dark shark in the deep sea.

"Well, it's not bad, do you want me to test it?" Berkeley complimented as he circled the ship.

"How are you going to test it?" asked Mordin.

"It's easy, look!" Before he could finish speaking, the golden man picked up his giant punch like a punching bag and slammed it into the ship's pointed head. I heard a loud "bang!", and the ship was hit deep into a large crater.

"Yes, it's very beaten!"

Before Mordin could stop it, it jumped to the other side, raised its fist and punched again at the shark-like head of the spaceship, and a deep pit appeared in Mordin's eyes again!

The teenager is extremely distressed!

This hasn't even started to be used, and it was beaten by this golden man with two big holes!

He hurriedly shouted, "It's okay!"

Only then did Berkeley withdraw its fist.

"You go up and take a look, is there anything wrong?" it pulled open the hatch and motioned for Mordin to go up and check it.

Mordin jumped on it, inspected it closely, and found that the ship was basically built as designed, and the metallic hydrogen fuel was fully refilled, ready to take off at any time.

"That's it!" he jumped off the ship. There were two large craters in the head of the ship that didn't damage the components, but it looked so ugly that Mordin was going to paint it with some paint, simply dressed as a shark's eye.

"What about the rest, you dare to wear it!" Berkeley said, pointing to the armor and sword in the other position.

"Okay!" Mordin put on the mecha auxiliary power unit and armor as he said, and suddenly felt that he felt like he was walking like flying, and his body was full of strength.

Then, he picked up the sword, which was heavy and felt excellent in the hand.

"Okay!!" As soon as he finished speaking, the golden man's giant fist arrived, and it struck Mordine in the head.

Mordin was so startled that he didn't have time to dodge, so he had to block with his arm.

"Bang!" Mordin was beaten and withdrew several steps.

"What are you doing?" asked Mordin.

"I'll test it for you!" Berkeley said, but he didn't stop, he stepped forward and threw a right hook into Mordin's left rib.

Mordine punched a tanuki and punched the dog, jumped up with his right leg and kicked Berkeley in the jaw.

In terms of strength, Mo Ding is far inferior to this strong man, but in terms of martial arts, Mo Ding's skills are not bad, he has been practicing martial arts with the head of Qingxu Dao since he was a child, and he has practiced what southern fist and northern leg Shenlong Bagua Palm.

"Hmph, look at how I teach you!" Mordin sneered inwardly.

He kicked Berkeley in his obscured left arm, took advantage of a carp in the air, and as he twisted his body, he slashed his knife into its left leg.

"Click!", a dazzling cremation burst out from the thick thigh.

"The defense is hard enough!" Mordin's knife failed to cut through its armor.

"Good time!" Berkeley yelled, raising his foot to kick Mordin away.

Mordin's eyes were quick, and he pressed his hands on its calf, bent his left leg, and swept his right leg down quickly.