Chapter 799 The joy of the 798 machine soul? New update, happy new year
Chapter 799: The Joy of Machine Soul? - New Year Update, Happy New Year [3130]
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The old flywheel didn't seem to agree very much with the idea put forward by the little mummy. He felt that it was a bad idea to combine machinery and the undead. However, adhering to the mechanics' practical code, this guy still took over the job.
A very rigorous and professional design was made for this experimental body named "Dragoon No. 1".
But looking at the frustrated expression on Old Feilun's face, we know that his design must have failed.
The little mechanical master complained as he led Murphy outside the manufacturing room. He took off his greasy gloves and picked up the letter specifically addressed to him. He was about to open it but raised his head and used the scarred
His eyes glanced at Murphy standing next to him.
The vampire lord was just planning to happily peek at the old flywheel's letter to let himself taste the gossip between the mechanical master brother and sister. He didn't regard himself as an outsider at all. He was posing and preparing to eat melon, but when he saw
The disgusted look in Old Flywheel's eyes made him realize that he didn't seem to have a good grasp of the "sense of distance".
He coughed and moved to the opposite side of the old flywheel. Only then did the mechanical master snort and tear open the letter. After reading it at a glance, the bad-tempered guy stamped his feet angrily and tore the letter in his hand into pieces.
, he cursed:
"That idiot Minx! Still no progress as before! When in trouble, he only knows how to shake people off, without any ethics of a master of engineering! Ah, bastard, he has not inherited the excellent talents of the old mentor Bach at all!
If I had known this, I should have poisoned him back then and turned him into a drooling waste!"
"Ah? The little junior brother who stole your childhood sweetheart is now in trouble, so he turned to the reliable cold-faced senior brother?"
Murphy summed up what was said in the letter in one sentence. He winked and said:
"It is said that the relationship between the two of you is like mortal enemies, but I think there seems to be something fishy in this. Master Minx can ask for your help so smoothly. I think he has been asking for help when he was in trouble before.
You help.
So, tell me, what happened to the president of Chardeau Artisan University?"
"Two things."
The old flywheel took out a mechanical pipe with a very fantasy punk feel. He held it to his mouth without using any kindling. When he pressed the switch, a flame jumped out.
The old guy scolded in his bad-tempered voice:
"It's all related to your territory, so theoretically it's not a problem I need to deal with. Governor Murphy, that idiot Minx left two messes to you.
First, he said that the situation in Port Chardeau is very chaotic, and he used a mathematical model to calculate that the arrival of war may be a high probability event. As the president of Chardeau Artisan University, he must first put those who have no
Students who are able to protect themselves are sent to a safe area.
He has already made an agreement with the Songhai people that the place of origin will accept some students, but there are still some that he hopes to send to Transia.
He knows that I have found a position with you and have business dealings with you, so he asked me to help negotiate a deal, but I think there is a high probability that you will not refuse this request."
"Um?"
Murphy raised his eyebrows in surprise and said:
"I can understand sending students to the place of origin. The empire of the Songhai people is indeed safe, but what is the operation of sending students to Transia? Doesn't Mr. Minx know that this is also a battlefield to face the black disaster? He is not afraid of his
Are students in danger here?
Or is the principal planning to take this opportunity to deal with those guys who always have poor grades and lower the average score of the college?
Well, bad students who fail the exam are sent directly to the battlefield to practice. It is indeed an awesome tradition."
"Ahem, there is a high probability that his Holy Mother character will not do this. The letter made it very clear. He heard that the first field hospital on the mainland was established in Transia, so he wanted graduates from the Medical College to come.
You are interning here, and by the way, you can contribute your halfling strength to this black disaster."
Old Flywheel blew out a smoke ring and explained:
"Chardoux Artisan University is a comprehensive college established by my mentor. There are not only excellent mechanics there, but isn't your governor a student of the Administrative Academy? Ha, Ms. Miriam's grades when she was in school were quite average.
, she even left school early without getting her diploma, but now she may become the best graduate in the history of Chardeau Craftsman University.
So, just say whether you want this group of doctors or not?"
"Of course! The more, the better."
Murphy said decisively:
"The field hospital is in the rear. As long as the Maginot Line of Defense holds up, the doctors will not be harmed. In fact, I think Principal Minx can be more bold. The situation Transia is facing now is that there is a shortage of all talents.
It is not necessary for doctors to come here. It is better to make the war in support of Transia a comprehensive internship at Chardo University.
So that those college students in the ivory tower can undergo a real workplace test in Transia before they enter the society. Not only can we issue internship certificates, but if they perform well, the administrative office will directly grant them positions.
Invited.
This is a huge opportunity.
Especially for those students from the School of Administration, I have often heard Miriam complain that the employment rate of your School of Administration at Shardeau University is notoriously low."
"Haha, you are really good at calculating. Okay, I will reply to that idiot Minx."
Old Flywheel said sarcastically:
"But if his students are really harmed here, you can wait to be blacklisted by Shardeau University. That guy Minx is indecisive and has a holy heart, but he spares no effort to protect his own people.
of.
Hey, I was almost shot back then, but that idiot was actually willing to use his own future to protect me. Having such an idiot junior brother makes me very helpless."
"The relationship between you is getting more and more complicated. I originally thought that the grudge between you and Mr. Minks was just due to your pursuit of the same girl. But listen to what you said, if you didn't have a lover, I would
They all wonder if there is some weird male relationship between you and Minx."
Murphy made a sharp remark, and then changed the subject before Old Flywheel got angry.
he asked:
"So, what's the second thing in the letter?"
"It's the girl Bach who you said caused the conflict between me and Minx. She will be on her way to Transia right now."
Old Flywheel's angry expression became embarrassed and melancholy. He sat on a mechanical box and smoked a pipe, looking like a humble old licking dog.
He said:
"Minx didn't say the reason in the letter, but I guess the reason why Bach came to Transia might be that something happened at the Tower of Rings. Didn't you say before that King Louis and Lord Paying had already taken action against the Tower of Rings?
?
This might be an escape."
"But I also said that members of the Ring Tower are not allowed to enter Transia or get close to the Maginot Line!"
Murphy's expression turned cold, and he said sternly to Old Flywheel:
"Prevent your old lover from approaching my territory. I don't trust any members of the Ring Tower now, especially at this critical time."
"Little Bach is different!"
Old Flywheel immediately retorted:
"She can't be a member of Twilight, I can guarantee that!"
"What guarantee do you have?"
Murphy refused ruthlessly:
"How many years have you not seen her? Maybe she was your very green little junior sister in the past, but after so many years, can you guarantee that she has not undergone any disturbing changes? She has been in the Ring Tower.
After all these years, who would believe you if you say she has not been affected by dusk!
I don't allow her to enter my territory!
If you dare to cross the border without permission, you will be wanted. For your sake, Old Flywheel, you can go to the border to meet her.
But until she proves her position, I can't take any chances. That damn place is almost becoming Twilight Base Camp now.
You have been in Transia for a long time, you should understand the situation we are facing now, this is not the time for family love, Flywheel, you should be able to tell the difference between what is important and what is important!"
"Oh, okay, I understand."
Old Flywheel is not such a talkative character, but unfortunately the gold in the Scarlet Corridor has not been mined yet, and it is not easy to break the cooperative relationship between him and Murphy. His lover, Mrs. Taylor, has already developed a black market in the local area.
It's business.
If the cooperation fails due to his personal reasons, Mrs. Taylor probably won't let him go.
The halfling black market businesswoman looks delicate, but she is very tough. There are still doubts about the inexplicable deaths of her previous husbands. Old Flywheel does not want to follow in the footsteps of those "predecessors".
After all, one is the green tea Bai Yueguang when he was young, and the other is the rich yellow-faced woman in the family now. He, an old man who has been bent over by life, should really know which one is more important, otherwise the consequences will be very serious.
Alas, the flower language of steel wool is also effective in other worlds.
"Finally, let's talk about the Church of the Mechanical Spirit."
Murphy did not want to talk about topics related to the Ring Tower anymore. He said to the old flywheel:
"Did you have a high status in that organization before?"
"Gao? Who are you looking down on? I almost became their leader!"
Mentioning this matter, Old Feilun suddenly became proud. He snorted, twirled his mustache, and said proudly:
"I was expelled from Port Chardeau. I had nowhere to go and I had to save the two disciples who died because of me. I had no choice but to turn to them for help. Those fools who worshiped machines watched the whole process. I used my mentor's research in his later years.
The process of making a secret puppet using the mysterious puppet technique.
They regard this kind of forbidden engineering as a gift from the spirit of machinery, and I am naturally the 'smart god' in their eyes.
Actually, it's quite fun to hang out with those guys.
They are all a group of true pragmatists. Apart from the strange rituals and some incomprehensible teachings, they are the best engineers I have ever seen. They never dwell too much on technical routes, unknown principles, or anything else.
They will use whatever works for them.
They always maintain an extremely passionate and pious thirst for knowledge, and anyone who can provide new knowledge is their friend.
However, those guys were too obsessed with pursuing the illusory mechanical spirit, which made it easy for them to get into trouble. I worked with them for a few years, and then I met my old baby by chance, and then gradually broke away from them.
connect.
But the connections are still there.
The computing orbs you are using now and those three-and-a-half-generation core orbs were all obtained through their relationship. Don’t underestimate the Church of the Mechanical Spirit. Although it is not officially recognized by the Steam Lord, these guys are in Port Chardeau and the Genoa Peninsula.
The power in the country is quite large.
In addition, my junior brother Minx is also suspected to be an important member of the Church of the Spirit of Machinery.
Of course he used a pseudonym like me.
After all, we are students of old Professor Bach, and we are loyal materialists. We only came into contact with the Church of the Mechanical Spirit to understand their technological route. If we really want to join them, we can't afford to lose that person.
This kind of metaphysical approach to technology and belief in knowledge is indeed a bit outrageous in the eyes of orthodox mechanics like us."
"Then can you help me connect the dots and invite a group of members of the Church of the Mechanical Spirit to come to Transia to participate in the grand event?"
Murphy made his request.
He said:
"My foreign warriors will definitely like what they do, and will even take the initiative to help them expand their beliefs and change their doctrines. Their current doctrines are still too conservative, and they should be more fanatical.
At least I have to shout out the super classic saying ‘flesh and blood are weak, machines soar’.”
"Hey, stop messing around! Murphy!"
Old Flywheel was furious when he heard this, and he screamed:
"I don't know what's going on over there with the foreigners, but we have subspace here! The Steam Lords have been suppressing the activities of the Church of the Mechanical Spirit because they are afraid that they will spread their faith everywhere and create terrible waves in the subspace.
If some god damn machine god is really born, the technological development of this world, which has been derailed by burning money, will be doomed.
faith and machinery
Those are two completely different fields! Don’t
Um?
What's the movement?"
Old Flywheel and Murphy looked back at the manufacturing workshop behind them at the same time. A very strange sound was being heard inside, as if some kind of heavy machinery was being slowly started. The roar of the steam furnace was emitted when it collided with the mechanical structure.
The vibration made Old Feilun's face change greatly.
Cursing, he dropped his pipe and rushed into the manufacturing workshop, followed closely by Murphy.
But the next second, two men, one large and one small, rushed into the workshop, but they were stunned on the spot.
In front of their eyes, the "Dragoon One" that had been judged by the old flywheel as an "unstartable scrap" was actively detaching from its suspension in an indescribably slow manner.
Dazzling current covers the outside of its inner frame, and every action will cause the capacitor on the mechanical body to explode with dazzling sparks. No matter how hard I tried before, I could not complete the parallel connection with the wetware "brain" of the mechanical body's control core orb.
There will already be a subtle light on.
With the four coil electrodes constantly wound with current, the huge Dragoon No. 1 seemed to be endowed with some indescribable "vitality".
It is constantly moving the mechanical structure on its body, trying its best to fight against the mechanical locks that restrain it. Its posture is like a hungover warrior trying to adapt to a new body and break free from the shackles.
With a loud bang, and sparks flying everywhere, the thing tore apart six mechanical locks to free itself, and fell to the ground with six mechanical legs moving like spiders. Every move would throw some parts away from the structure.
When he went out, he looked like a machine that was about to fall apart, or like a big drunk Yankee, adjusting his posture and pace unsteadily.
But "it" adapted quickly.
Under the stunned gazes of Old Flywheel and Murphy, in just ten seconds, the big man learned how to use six mechanical legs to stabilize his body and walk forward.
"You! What did you two do to my failed design?"
Old Flywheel roared at Xiao Xuelun and Xiao Ruyi, who were also frightened. The two little potatoes let out awkward and confused laughter. Obviously, they didn't know what strange operation they had done, which directly caused the dragoon to burst into flames.
The number came back to life.
But Murphy narrowed his eyes as he looked at the activated "Dragoon".
Just now, Old Flywheel has clearly confirmed that this design is a failure. Old Flywheel's engineering level cannot be said to be firmly ranked first in this continent, but it is definitely no problem to occupy the top five.
If he says no, it really means no!
At least within the existing technological and theoretical standards of the mainland, this idea is impossible to realize. However, the dragoon in front of us has broken through this theory and come alive.
This is definitely not steam engineering showing its power. This matter has broken through the normal logic and entered the category of "metaphysics". Therefore, Murphy looked at Xiao Xuelun who was running out with Ruyi in the next moment. He flashed over and grabbed Xiao Xue.
Lun's arm led her towards the door and asked:
"Did 'Eden' do it?"
"I don't know, Mr. Murphy."
Sharon shouted:
"Maybe it's it. It followed me to Transia. Oh my god, I really don't know what I just did. This big robot came to life on its own. It seems like there is a soul trapped in it. This is so cool, no.
