As soon as he thought of his robotic arm, Babulu was stunned, watching the player who was not used to cutting in line cut in line.

Five hours later, Bablu finally retrieved his robotic arm and harvested a bag at the same time.

By the time he returned to the studio, he was limping, bleeding from his arms and head, and a cut at the corner of his mouth.

However, he was still very happy, and carefully took the mechanical arm out of the space and placed it in the center of the table.

In real life, Bablu has been living with a robotic arm.

An accident caused him to lose his right hand, and he is grateful for the game, which allowed him to regain a part of his body that he had already lost.

However, he still prefers to use a robotic arm.

With the development of science and technology and the improvement of medical technology, the current price of robotic arms is no longer the sky-high price of a hundred years ago. It's just that the application function still can't be compared with the real arm, but Baburu is used to it.

Every time he stepped out of the game and used his real body, he would be very uncomfortable.

Back to the game, it's another very uncomfortable start.

When he heard that there was finally a robotic arm in the game, Babulu had to buy one because he was bankrupt to keep his real life and the game as synchronized as possible.

He didn't buy it because the mechanical arm was stronger! Well, that's it.

I heard that there are tens of thousands of nerve parts in one arm, and that's not all.

All disassembled, it is estimated that it is impossible to put a single ash on the entire table, Baburu looked at this arm, the workmanship was fine, and it was even polished off the rust, which is why he insisted on buying it from the national server player.

The national uniform, like their country, exports things of better quality.

And the ones bought from European players are basically selected defective products.

On the virtual screen, there are already some players who live broadcast the process of linking arms, and this process is assisted by the bigwigs on the Internet, because of the special situation of non-service, players here like to use the netherworld, although Baburu still retains his physical body, but he still learns some soul spells.

I have to say that the Netherworld of the tenth layer is the right choice to take a fancy to these mechas.

Baburu split his soul from the arm, and then reached into the processed mecha arm, and the Apostle fused it.

The success rate of this operation is very low, which is why the arm is not directly removed and replaced with a new robotic arm.

The success rate is low, and you need to try fusion first, and then fuse it hundreds of times a day before you can slowly transform this arm into your own.

Staring at the virtual screen, Bablu quickly tried three times, all of which failed.

But he was already accustomed to prosthetic hands, and his fourth attempt turned out to be successful.

He flicked his mechanical arm, got carried away, and quickly took off his right hand.

It doesn't hurt, but it's bloody, and it's mosaic by the game.

After installing the robotic arm, he was finally willing to use a bottle of healing potion for himself.

It was one of the few healing potions he had.

Perfect, Baburu couldn't put it down as he looked at his arm, this stiff feeling was similar to his own in reality, but he could sense the strength in his arm.

Perhaps that's how the dwarves gained their power, and Baburu clenched his fists and walked out the door.

"Well, you managed to fuse?" The man who shot just in the queue had just finished receiving the equipment at this time, and after seeing Baburu, he subconsciously touched the gun behind him.

It seems that he was also beaten to death because he cut in line, otherwise he wouldn't have received the equipment at this time.

"There is an idiom in the national uniform, which is called evil retribution, do you know what it means?" Bablu said as he moved his mechanical arm.

The man took a step back and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Someone cuts the line, and you beat him to death, which is called evil retribution."

"But don't you like cutting in line?" Barburu walked over and lifted the man up with his mechanical arm.

The power is so strong that people can't break free, "Then why did you also cut in line?" ”

Bablu finally felt comfortable, and he left the studio satisfied, leaving the studio and heading back to the frozen battlefield.

"Oh my God, Baburu, you've fused?" On the frozen battlefield, it was a different scene.

It's not a battlefield at all, it's a huge construction site, full of workers digging ice. Not all workers are like Bablu and get the best gear out of themselves.

"Of course, with this robotic arm, I can dig for better equipment faster." "I'm sure I'll be able to recoup my costs soon, and I'll go to Barbados and I'll go to Barbados to see if I'm in need of people." ”

"The mission rewards over there are not as rich as here, and digging a weapon here can earn a lot of god coins and experience." I don't know who persuaded Baburu, but he quickly changed his tune, "If there's something interesting, don't forget to share it with us when the time comes." ”

"Of course." Baburu was in high spirits, and the robotic arm made him the focus of the crowd, and many people pointed at the robotic arm, surprised that Baburu was able to perfectly integrate the robotic arm into the body.

"Pit 8976, there should be a lot of good things over there, remember to leave room for your parcel space, oh, by the way, there is a lot of defensive equipment over there, you now have a powerful fist, it is better to dig armor."

"The old rule, half of the equipment you bring out must be handed over, and you will handle the rest yourself." The boss who hired machinery to dig the ice cave pointed to a corner of the ice cave, and hundreds of people ran to pit 8976 together.

If you go late, you may not be able to find someone who is suitable for the equipment.

Baburu arrived not too early or too late, and soon he found an elf in the ice, this elf was about the same size as Babru, and his equipment did not look low.

He wanted to take out his tools and slowly dig with an ice pick.

But when he saw his mechanical arm, he punched it directly.

The whole ice cube, like a shattered eggshell, cracked the cracks.

Although this punch did not reach the point of the sky falling apart, cracks appeared in the nearby ice for more than ten meters.

With a gentle dig with a shovel, all that crushed ice can be dug down.

"Dude, what level was that punch you just had?" Nearby players stopped and looked at Bablu, who was only B-class.

Bablu swallowed, "S, S-Class ......"

He looked at his arm in amazement, it was just an arm, and he actually let himself be a B-level player and use S-level skills......