What caught Mark's eye were two double-sided upward stairs that looked like arms around them, as well as a giant mecha in the middle of the staircase.

It's not as tall as Gundam is more than 16 meters tall, but the four-meter-tall humanoid mecha made of all-metal still gives Mark a sense of trance that has traveled through time and space.

The mecha is decorated in white with a shiny gold-like brass plate.

The overall shape is humanoid, but the legs have a backfoot design, and when you look up, you will find that the entire metal belt is full of oversized shotguns the thickness of two human fingers.

No, it shouldn't be called a bullet, according to Mark's concept, this terrible 'bullet' with a caliber of absolutely more than 60mm should be called a cannonball.

Further up, there is the typical knight's armor-type raised breastplate, except for a diagonal purple ribbon, nothing special. The silver double-disc shoulder armor looks like stacked wings, which is also used for decoration.

The biggest strangeness lies in the equipment of the mecha -

On his left arm he carried an all-metal kite-shaped shield, in his right arm he held an oversized double-barreled shotgun, and behind his right shoulder, on an obvious pylon, an oversized warhammer was attached.

There is no doubt that if this thing can be driven, it must be a big killer that is ahead of its time.

The only problem is that most of this thing won't open.

Mark saw a thick layer of dust on the armor.

There is no time for Mark to take his time to appreciate it.

As he looked around, two mecha pods, like coffins erected, suddenly opened on the pillars in the corners of each side.

Two rather slender 'robots' came out.

Robots are more like lifting, and their structure cannot be said to be rudimentary, they have the shape of a human, but each joint is equipped with a combination of multiple gears, and then through a structure called a skeleton as a lever, so that they can walk like a human in a subtle state.

When combined with a string of cameras and a high-tech automation system, this is an epoch-making invention.

It's a pity that the core that can be seen through at a glance makes Mark quite unappetizing.

In a round glass-shaped jar about thirty centimeters in diameter on the robot's chest, an object resembling a human brain is soaked in an unknown liquid.

It has a pronounced sulcus and two large eyes that are constantly looking around.

If it weren't for the fact that there were more than a dozen squid-whisker-like gadgets at the edge of the brain, it would be a high-tech thing by hooking a small wrench and a turntable around the edge in order to control the entire robot.

At this point, Mark only felt sick.

It's too much of a San value!

The Cult of the Mechanic God can also be the Cult of Mechanica!

"Spot the enemy! Attack! Two ghostly robots rushed towards Mark.

The arms on each robot's shoulder suddenly split in two, turning into a state with four robotic arms. At the end of each arm is not a robotic hand, but a shiny blade that is less than a meter long.

When the two robots slashed at different angles together, the fierce wind and the powerful momentum were really terrifying.

It's not a stiff attack, it's a round-up calculated with that strange brain. Two robots pounced and cornered Mark in one fell swoop.

Normal people are attacked like a net, and there is a high probability that they will rush to attack the most obvious weakness - the brain in their chest.

When he first crossed, Mark might have confessed.

This is not the case!

In the middle of the eyes, Mark raised his left hand.

No one noticed that a thin spirit wire shot out of the palm of a puppet on the back of his hand, sticking lightly to the chandelier stand on the ceiling.

In a deft backflip, Mark ran five steps to the left along the wall in a way that was beyond the imagination of the 'robot', and it was as fast as a meteor hammer that had been thrown out. He would never have been able to make such dexterous movements before, and this was entirely due to the agility bonus given to him by the centipede lantern.

In the process of dodging the attack, he did not do nothing.

A more tenacious spirit thread that was not detected by the robot had long been tied to the left knee of the robot on the right.

The major sects born in the Divine Stick may prefer to attack the flesh and blood parts of such robots, and as a modern earthling who has traveled over, he knows better how fragile their gear joints are.

This kind of gear design that will be misaligned if the bite is not good can't withstand the pulling of a big man with lateral tension!

The gears are dislocated, idling, and then unable to exert their strength, and the fall of the robot on the right is a matter of moments. Immediately, this robot, which does not necessarily have much advantage over adults, was violently pulled down by Mark, lost its balance, and slammed into the knife light of the robot on the left.

There was a crisp sound of metal cracking, and the two robots rolled into a ball without making a decent reaction.

They would have had a chance to get up.

Mark didn't get close, but just controlled Miss Doll's spirit wire, and shoved the metal parts that fell out one by one into the gears of the robot's joints with great dexterity.

"Click!" The power of the levers of the robots themselves destroyed themselves.

After a few strokes, the fierce robots just now became two 'robot sticks' with only thighs and upper arms left.

It was only then that Mark tentatively fired a tentative shot with his revolver at the 'glass bottle' containing the brain.

"Bang!" I don't know what kind of material this thing is made of.

The Holy Light Bullet, which had been blessed by the power of light, went up as soon as it was shot, and it flew off the spot.

Mark even found a half-collapsed metal bullet in the other corner......

"You guys! What happened to Thiago? Mark tried to communicate with two eccentric brains.

However, all he received was a mechanical response.

"Destroy the invaders!"

"Annihilation!"

"Cleansing Protocol activated—"

How do you feel like a 'brain' that seems to have the ability to distinguish between friend and foe?

At this moment, a bad feeling welled up from the depths of the mansion, covering the entire hall in the blink of an eye.

Mark's [Mind Flayer's Hat] felt tight.

Mark is no stranger to this feeling.

It's not like the inner world of the academy, which brings the whole person closer to another world, but this disgusting feeling ......

"It's [Evil], that's right!"

Mark left behind the two 'robots' with abnormal brains and subconsciously wanted to rush into the mansion, but as soon as he took two steps, he saw two levers standing next to the booth.

Mark is a spirit.

People with a normal brain are likely to walk up the two stairs that lead to the second floor.

The problem is that this Mr. Thiago has an obviously different brain!

Will he walk down this aristocratic mahogany staircase step by step like a pretentious nobleman, and then introduce his masterpiece to the guests?

No!

He won't!

Geniuses are always proud!

Don't look at the trap just now, it is full of near-mortal danger, but the biggest difference between the Mechanicus and other [anomalies] is that the operation of this mechanical trap is completely in line with the mechanical structure and follows the real physical logic.

Normally, it takes a long way to go from the gate to the inside of the workshop.

"But is there a possibility that Thiago didn't bother to move at all, and he let the house move?"