Because of the scanning of the silver chip, he can be said to have a designer-level understanding of the armor design. In many cases, even designers don’t understand it, because there must be many designers, and it is impossible for every designer to be able to do it by hand.
Identify every armor part, and deeply understand the effect of each inscription circuit on the overall armor.
And Ian can.
The silver chip is scanned at a microscopic level, and the design diagram it restores allows Ian to complete a monkey version of the armor by rubbing the parts by hand bit by bit if conditions permit.
Therefore, he easily found the armored emergency external manual switch and opened it from the outside by indirectly triggering the inscription circuit.
When the cockpit was opened, large swaths of bubbles emerged from it. Ian lifted Ethan and Master Gosei from Shark's back, stuffed them into the cockpit, and sat directly in.
An unconscious purple-haired elf sat in shock on the seat. Without even thinking about it, it was the driver's seat. Ian pulled him away - he originally planned to throw the enemy out directly, but then he thought about it, he was not dead after all.
, it could provide some information value, so he threw it next to his feet and acted as a human cushion for Master Gosei.
Click, click, click - He skillfully manipulated the armored control panel, and the cockpit door that was opened immediately closed again, and then with a 'click' sound, the cabin filled with seawater began to be drained and emptied.
Soon, the entire cockpit was filled with breathable gas.
"E-Ian...can you control armor?!"
Finally able to speak normally instead of relying on the blisters created by Ian, Isengard looked at his peers who were now almost omnipotent in his eyes with a look of shock. He felt that he might not be who his teachers and relatives and friends said he was.
That's a genius that is rare to see in a hundred years.
"I have been learning about the etheric weapons - Viscount Grant's etheric weapons were repaired by me and Elder Puder."
Ian did not answer this question directly. He was paying attention to the familiar metal connecting wires in the armored cockpit, and then asked thoughtfully: "These connecting wires are the cartilage tissue inserted above the spine."
Up?"
Isengard glanced at it and confirmed: "Yes, the 'Xunbone' is a natural EEG signal transmission structure. You only need to align the data socket and insert it to perform neural synchronization operations with the armor."
Sure enough. Ian nodded - he was confused when he dissected Osenna. Even if it is to stabilize the spinal structure, there is no need to build such a set of cartilage tissue with built-in nerve clusters in the entire upper part of the spine, right? Now it seems,
It's actually so that you can directly use neural connections to connect to the common data ports used by some equipment.
"I can't." He said briefly: "Help me settle down."
"no problem."
Isengard also knew that the situation was urgent, so there was no nonsense.
He seemed to be a professional in this field and immediately started to connect the signal cables for Ian.
The white-haired boy opened the hair on the back of his neck. His fair skin looked quite delicate and soft. Isengard couldn't help but be a little surprised: "I didn't expect that you have never controlled the armor... As long as you have connected the signal cable, the back spine
The cartilage tissue and skin at the site will harden into a strong port close to the enamel structure...Eh?"
The blond boy wanted to use some force to connect the cable, but he didn't expect that Ian's fair skin was harder than he imagined. The strong metal port not only did not penetrate the skin, but also connected with the bone spurs of the bone.
, instead it became distorted and skewed.
This feeling was like punching a soft butter pudding, only to be backhanded by the butter pudding with a left hook.
Isengard looked at the connecting cable in his hand with some confusion, and then looked at the smooth skin on the back of Ian's neck that had no trace at all: "This... I haven't recovered yet, are my hands soft?
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"You try it now."
Ian didn't expect for a moment that his passive defense was so strong, so he took the initiative to remove part of the source material - now Isengard could continue.
The three signal lines are connected in sequence, and the armored signal is fed back faithfully.
The cable was connected to Ian's neck, and he felt a familiar feeling... invisible information and current surged throughout his body, and then fed back to a larger body.
He gently raised his left hand, and outside the cockpit, the giant metal wrist was also raised.
"It's been six years... I didn't expect that the armor gave me the feeling of controlling large engineering equipment again."
At this moment, Ian opened his eyes, and there seemed to be light flowing inside his irises. That was the scene fed back by the armored observer, and it was the scene seen by other pupils outside his eyes.
The long white hair is spread behind his back. The slender boy is sitting on the precise metal driver's seat. Three cables extend from the back of his neck to the depths of the armor. In Ian's eyes, the silver-blue halo becomes brighter and brighter.
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Buzz...buzz!
The sudden sound of an engine running sounded, and Isengard, who was watching this scene in a daze, was suddenly startled. He heard the hum of the element furnace starting up rapidly, and energy being injected into the upper and lower parts of the armor... But how could this be possible?
Can the average person really ignore the disharmony of an extra body and the incoming video signals when driving the armor for the first time, and directly control this huge machine like an arm?
The answer is not the first time.
Ian is very familiar with this feeling...this feeling of having a second huge body.
In the deep sea, the outer armor of the light blue naval combat armor once again lit up with a faint fluorescence, and above the head, a dark red straight-shaped observation port lit up.
Then, it took action, moving its arms and crab-shaped propeller-shaped legs.
"If I had known I could capture him, I wouldn't have ordered Master Gosei to paralyze his right arm."
Sensing that the armor was damaged, Ian felt a little emotional, but things are unpredictable, and even a prophet cannot predict everything completely: "Shark, get ready to go!"
"Behind us, the pursuers will arrive soon!"
At this moment, Ian could directly see, without relying on other media, a huge line of deep purple mist, which was rapidly chasing him from a distance.
It was one of the indigenous Tidal Twin Spirits, the overlord of O'Dell Reef for hundreds of years, the behemoth that ruled the entire South China Sea - if it hadn't been for the emergence of the Zhanhai Crystal Dragon, there would have been no aquatic monsters in the entire southern region that could challenge them.
Neither the original boy nor the armored shark could have escaped from the hunt of this giant eel while carrying Isengard and Gosei.