Chapter 143 Jock VI (Please subscribe~Please vote~)
In the dark palace, King Jock VI, covered in a black cloak, sat on a metal throne.
His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was resting his mind.
However, the fingers that kept tapping the armrest of the seat were enough to show that his mood was not as calm as it seemed.
One hundred years?
Or one hundred and twenty years?
Or longer?
He can't remember clearly!
Because too much time passed, so long that he had to forget.
However, no matter how much he forgets, Jock VI will never forget his original choice.
He wants to become a unique existence in this wasteland!
god?
No!
‘Prophet’ Modeus is called a god!
And him?
You must be above God!
Tread, step.
Outside the palace, footsteps were heard, and King Jock VI raised his hand.
Immediately, the dark palace became brightly lit.
The priceless works of art collected before the war were randomly placed in this palace, including paintings, statues, and even more gems.
Thousands of works of art and tens of thousands of gems give this palace extraordinary value.
Can……
There is no reflection at all.
On the contrary, there is an indescribable sense of dissonance.
It's like walking through a pile of garbage.
A pile of rubbish made of priceless items.
Of course, in the eyes of current wasteland residents, these are just garbage.
The scientific research team in the ‘War Fortress’ is different.
Having received systematic study of 'ancient knowledge', they can see the value of these works of art - when the recorded words become reality and appear in front of them, a different feeling gives them a higher value.
Therefore, their eyes were full of admiration and pity.
Admire the greatness of these works of art.
It's a pity that they shouldn't be treated like this.
But none of them dared to suggest "cherishing" these works of art.
Because the person who placed these artworks is the king of the ‘Fortress of Doom’!
It is the only voice of the ‘Fortress of Doom’!
The 15 members of the scientific research team knelt down in front of the throne in unison.
"His Majesty."
They shouted like this.
"Um."
Jock VI's answer came from his nose. The owner of the 'Doomsday Fortress', who was so tall that even when he sat down, gave people a strong sense of oppression. He looked down at the 15 people in the scientific research team he had trained.
A smile appeared on that indifferent face.
Not friendly or cordial.
But a sense of accomplishment!
A smile filled with a sense of accomplishment.
Such a smile is sincere.
It also gave Jock VI's words a hint of life.
"The project you completed before was very good, and its success solved a big problem for me - when I transform 'Dawn Fortress' into my back garden, your names will be known and praised by everyone in the wasteland.
"
"You taught me everything well."
"If it weren't for you, I would still be a useless guy picking up trash."
"For your Majesty, I am willing to do anything!"
The leader of the 15-person scientific research team lowered his head and said respectfully.
"oh?"
"Anything?"
"It just so happens that I have something I need you to do!"
Jock VI stood up as he spoke. He was two meters tall and had a strong body, making him look like a little giant, especially the heavy footsteps.
Boom, boom, boom.
Every step was like a wooden stake hitting the ground.
Feeling the ground shaking slightly, the 15 people in the scientific research team became even more humble.
They almost prostrated themselves before Jock VI.
"Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm."
"I just want to borrow your brain for a while."
Jock VI said these words calmly.
The 15 people in the scientific research team were stunned.
Especially the leader was as stagnant as a wooden sculpture.
Because, a metal pipe stretched out from the top of the palace silently, and pierced the skull of the leader of the 15-person scientific research team from the back of his head.
Gulu, Gulu!
The metal tube expanded in a circle visible to the naked eye, and one after another, unknown liquid began to be transported into the leader's skull.
"run!"
A shout came from the remaining 15 people in the scientific research team.
Immediately, the 14 members of the scientific research team who were lying there got up and ran away.
However, it's completely useless.
They were like birds in a cage, pierced through the Tianling Cap by metal pipes and caught in the air.
"Why, why?"
The 15-person leader of the scientific research team, who did not die immediately, shouted loudly with his face twisted in pain.
"Didn't you say you would do anything for me?"
Jock VI looked puzzled.
"madman!"
"demon!"
Someone among the 15 people in the scientific research team kept yelling.
"Madman? Demon?"
"When you dissect frogs and mice, maybe that's the meaning behind their whining, right?"
"or……"
"Add another word of asshole?"
Jock VI looked calm, without the slightest hint of anger.
His eyes swept across the 15 people in the scientific research team one by one, with a look of memories on his face.
"Do you know?"
"I think I was hung up like this before - the 'prophet' left, and his descendants became the masters of the 'Fortress of Doom' as it should be."
"They should follow in the footsteps of the 'Prophet'."
"They should be pursuing the wisdom of the 'prophet'."
"but……"
"They're so stupid!"
There was sarcasm in Jock VI's eyes.
"They have all the research results of 'Prophet' Modeus in their hands, but they have found nothing, and they are willing to fall into internal fighting-until one of the not-so-stupid guys researched something, they discovered that their father
of greatness.”
"That is great beyond 'ancient technology'!"
"That's the miracle of making dead things come alive!"
With that said, Jock VI raised his arms.
Click!
The ceiling of the palace is divided into two parts from the middle, slowly receding towards the left and right sides.
A 'crystal' illuminated by the glass slowly fell.
This crystal is only the size of a palm.
It's brilliant above.
The dark green brilliance changed the color of the entire palace.
Jock VI looked at the crystal intoxicated.
Especially when he saw the rows of fine green digital codes traveling rapidly across the surface of the crystal, the controller of the 'Fortress of Doom' laughed from the bottom of his heart again.
"Remember that I told you that the 'Fortress of Doom' will come back to life, right?"
"It really comes alive!"
"I didn't lie to you!"
"It will be resurrected with my will and all the 'ancient technology' - thank you for your continuous learning over the decades, I will make good use of this knowledge!"
Jock said, waved his hand, and immediately the metal tubes began to be connected to the glass cover.
The 15 people in the scientific research team struggled more and more fiercely.
But, it's no use.
The restraint of metal has long exceeded the limit of their ability to resist.
"Stop struggling, obediently become my nourishment and a bargaining chip to repay my kindness - do you think that I, who have broken free from the constraints, will still leave flaws for those who come after me?"
“Being lucky once is enough!”
"And, it must be me..."
Bang!
Jock VI lowered his head subconsciously.
A foot sole suddenly appeared under his crotch out of nowhere.
The fierce blow caused the controller of the 'Fortress of Doom' to stagger, but he immediately stood upright.
Goethe, who was standing behind the other party, had a serious look on his face.
That kick just now felt wrong.
It's not like kicking someone at all.
Instead, it's a bit like kicking in...
On the steel plate!
"Jack?"
Jock VI turned around, and when he saw the clown's face covered in oil paint and the corners of his mouth that impressed him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed.
"When I was lamenting the lack of audience for this great miracle, you just showed up."
"really!"
"Luck is still on my side!"
Jock VI's laughter became louder and louder.
Then, the controller of the 'Fortress of Doomsday' pulled off the black cloak covering his whole body, revealing...
Mechanical body!
It's not a completely mechanical body, but half machine and half flesh and blood.
The opponent's head, two arms and most of the chest were made of flesh and blood, but the rest, especially starting from the lower abdomen, had completely turned into machinery.
Machine City?!
Goethe immediately thought of the information he had read.
As if he had guessed what Goethe was thinking, Jock VI sneered.
"Don't compare me with those guys who have been groping alone for hundreds of years and haven't gotten started - I have inherited all the wisdom of 'Prophet' Modeus, and I will soon surpass his existence!"
"His unfinished miracles!"
"I'm going to get it done!"
Saying these words, Jock VI's face was filled with enthusiasm.
Goethe simply took out the short-barreled shotgun from his waist and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
Bang, bang!
The bullet hit Jock VI one meter in front of his body.
Ripples appeared in the air.
The warhead deformed rapidly.
Then, fell.
Force shield!
Goethe narrowed his eyes.
And amid the crisp sound of metal collision, Jock VI spoke again.
"I said, don't compare me with those fools in Mechanical City - the technology I master is completely unimaginable to them."
"Of course, you too!"
"You have no idea what I've mastered!"
Jock VI said and clapped his hands.
Snap!
Suddenly, a dozen metal pipes stretched out from the ceiling, like snakes, and attacked Goethe.
Ding ding ding!
Sparks flew everywhere, and Goethe's [Shadow Snake Dagger] waved repeatedly, cutting off these metal tubes one by one.
Then Goethe lunged forward.
A metal pipe hidden in the dark brushed against Goethe's scalp.
Goethe saw clearly how the 15 members of the scientific research team were pierced through the Tianling Cap just now, so when he took action, he asked the [Blood Crow Spirit] to monitor everything from high altitude.
Therefore, when the metal pipe appeared behind him, Goethe discovered it immediately.
