Chapter 161. I am a reasonable person.
The encirclent of the Siege City soldiers was a strange space left behind when the tin soldiers fell. The door at the entrance. Although it was called a door, it was actually a "ti backtrack" device.
This place was more like a strange crack in ti, and the area where the four of them were standing was the original appearance of the entrance of the Siege City wall."
The ruins and the broken Steel Giants were also one of the possibilities that the Siege City soldiers' encirclent had beco after it had been destroyed and weathered.
Its owner, or rather, the only living person in the Siege City soldier's encirclent, the great craftsman, Criclto, was the first living being created by the tin soldiers, a half-machine, half-living existence.
Even though he said that, it sounded like he was just a tool.
However, in reality, he was a God here!
Char had asked Crickto what was going on, and the great craftsman had frankly said that after the soldier's death, he had used his own divinity as an energy core to cast him, so he could be considered half a son of Siege City's soldier, and could also be considered a God.
Even though the idiot Mitsuya did not play much of a role, she had explained to Char about the divinity's function in a private conversation. it was indeed a condensation of power, and divine power was just purer energy. it had no advantage in terms of energy level.
Therefore, even if Fredrick could do whatever he wanted in the human world, he wouldn't be able to win against a man who had inherited God's legacy.
This was the true second generation of a God!
Furthermore, Crickto was driving his big-headed son.
It was a short, Human-shaped Iron Puppet, and its most distinctive feature was its head.
Its head not only served as Cricto's cockpit, but it also served as an activity room, bathroom, kitchen, dining room, and work desk. It was basically a house.
Therefore, Crickto stayed at ho no matter what and closed the door wherever he went.
As an otaku, the most precious thing of an otaku machine as his ho, he naturally received the most exaggerated resources.
Char had once brought his Mystletainn here and asked if it was really a man with the word "Tai" in it. After a few glances, he was sure that the legend was nonsense. The sword was made of an alloy and was used in his house.
Char asked where it was, and he pointed at the rice window on the translucent wall. Char thought it was the window fra, but it turned out that the entire wall was covered with them.
In other words, this big head was made of excellent tal.
All attacks with special rules and special effects were rendered useless in front of the wall, leaving behind only primitive force and power. Furthermore, Mystletainn's attributes were not bad, and a wall made of the sa kind of alloy would be unimaginably hard.
Even if the world destroyed his bedroom, nothing would happen.
It only took a few minutes from big head's heavy footsteps to the explosion, and then everything cald down. The chains on Char's hands and feet broke with a crack.
Fredrick was probably in deep trouble.
Char adjusted his collar and walked out of the cave.
The scene was as tragic as he had imagined. Half of Archbishop Fred's divine robe was torn, and his originally ticulous hair was as ssy as a chicken nest. The ground seed to have been plowed again, and smoke and anxiety filled the air.
He was half-kneeling in the soft soil, his eyes seed to be closed.
In front of him was a funny-looking big-headed doll, but it had two accessories that did not exist in Char's mory.
It looked like an exoskeleton armor, but it was more like a propeller. At this mont, the shelf was empty, and there were also traces of high heat. The device made the arm of the doll look bigger, like a brother who was too fit.
The words on the scroll:
[Left: Dawn of Hydrogen]
[Right: Move of Lithium]
There was a line of words written on the big-headed son's belly...
[I'm a reasonable person.]
Seeing this, Char could not help but be a little dumbfounded.
He was the one who told her about it.
"Char!"
A Dwarf with half of his body made of machinery was jumping up and down in the cockpit, and the sound was so loud that the slightly buzzed.
"I knew it was you! How was it? Did it go smoothly this ti?"
Char staggered a few steps forward.
"Crickto, you still rember ?"
"Of course!"
The big-headed son's belly button suddenly opened in a spiral, and a ladder erged.
"Get on, Char!"
Char finally ca back to his senses. He took two steps in panic and suddenly turned around. "Wait, I have two more companions."
He first carried rose out, and Crickto smiled knowingly.
"Ha, you're still the sa."
Then, Char carried Saxson out.
The look in Crickto's eyes changed.
"When did you beco so perverted?"
"Shut up. He's a friend."
"Friend? What about that one?" Crickto pointed at Fred, who was kneeling on the ground. "You actually have a friend who's so good at fighting. Is this the incarnation of that Zin'rokh or sothing?"
"No, Zin'rokh is my underling now. This is an enemy."
Char walked to a gun-holding machine and broke the red wire and combined it with a blue wire. He then controlled it to carry Saxson while he carried Losweise.
Arriving at Crickto's multi-functional house, he slled a familiar sll-the sll of engine oil mixed with moldy food and the sll of rotten clothes. Char suddenly felt very happy.
This was all too familiar.
A familiar impulse surged in his stomach.
He took out a tal bucket from his usual spot under the bed, held it, and vomited.
"You're still the sa."
"I can't believe you forgot that you have to increase your poison resistance to more than 35," said Crickto, "And your current level is too ridiculous. How did you get the key and open the door at this level? This doesn't fit my calculations."
"Let's not talk about this first," Char raised his head. "What's wrong with you? You actually still rember."
I guessed that you might want to ask this question, so I wrote a report in advance.
The chanical Dwarf snapped his fingers. It was actually a simulated sound effect from the surround sound system, so his fingers could not make any sound.
A holographic projection appeared in the air. There were 16 windows in total, and each of them flashed with the scenes of Char in the Siege City's Encirclent. They were all from the first-person perspective of Crickto, numbered from 001 to 016. After a few seconds, it switched to 017-032, and continued to move backward.
"This thing is better than my prop."
"What?" Mitsuya suddenly said sourly.
It was broadcasted on all 16 screens simultaneously.
"Why didn't you take these out before?" Char asked, ignoring her.
"Dormant state." Crickto spread his hands. "The authority of this command is higher. I can't resist it, and the data will be erased at the end of each round. But you know, once the data leaves a trace, it can't be erased. I restored the data when I woke up not long ago. I didn't expect so many things to happen while I was in hibernation."
He stepped on the swivel chair and rowed in front of Char, opening his arms.
"No matter what, welco back."
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