Chapter 992 Hi, man, your girlfriend is so enthusiastic (Physics)

"Bang bang bang"

Bullets with gold burning flew around, and the two half-ling sages of the Mechanical Cult blocked the road to the main control room. In front of them were Master Minks and the mechanical squirrel warrior beside him.

I don't know how Minks made such a strange mechanical secret puppet. Its shape is thin and light, and its limbs are made of a combination structure similar to a spring and a sharp blade, but it moves very quickly. The retractable mechanical claws armed on both arms are far more sharp than ordinary weapons. They can also carry it to move quickly in various areas. It is like a gust of sharp blade wind that jumps around. Whenever it is touched, part of the body will be cut off.

Minks also changed the stereotype of the associate professor, which would change the mechanical cane into a robotic arm fixed on his shoulder, constantly shooting out a psychic beam of light around him, and he held a mechanical pistol that was definitely a large-caliber for halflings in his hands. The two mechanical sages who were defeated by themselves did not dare to appear.

The president of Chardes University is really good at shooting, especially when it is too big, it smells like death. The guns and bullets flew around and even had a jumping effect.

Of course, most of their competition is a confrontation of engineering skills. To be honest, the absolute strength is also a vegetarian pecking among the silver gangs, but these various engineering objects that are constantly thrown out are really fatal. Even the anti-life grenades that will shoot out more than a dozen psychic cutting beams after landing are smashed out at each other as if they don't have money.

“Get out of here!”

Minks growled:

"My mentor is right in front! I have a lot of questions to ask him, Marvin! Ebosen! I know you guys, we have even sat together more than once to discuss the mysteries of machinery, and I thought we were friends!

Don't block me!"

"That's no longer the old Bach you know, Minks, don't go, you'll die."

The mechanical teaching sage Ebosen shouted in his electronic voice:

"Even we don't know what he is doing in it, but the most extreme and loyal Steve has been killed by his vampire friend, so the three of us may still talk about it. In the face of the fact that we both have been in peace for more than a hundred years, leave this!

We will understand the knowledge in this mechanical holy land and will even withdraw the mechanical church from Port Chardo together. We will choose another place to restart the stove.

To be honest, we have selected a pretty good island on the foggy sea.

You know, Minks, the city doesn't welcome us very much, and we don't want to stay here to see the eyes of you orthodox mechanics."

"What nonsense to him! Ebosen, I'll rush first, you can follow!"

Another more irritable mechanical sage, Ma Wen, roared and activated various armed prosthetic bodies on his body and rushed out, so that Ebosen had no time to stop him.

"Damn it!"

Ebosen cursed and jumped up to support his companions.

But just as he jumped out of his hiding place, Marvin, the sage who should have pounced on Minks, suddenly turned around and aimed at Ebosen in a launching state.

"Bo! You two are in the same group"

"boom"

Before Ebosen's last words were finished, he was blown up in place during Marvin's fire bombing and Minks' headshot.

The passage that was still full of anger just now became strangely quiet.

The mechanical sage Marvin took back the weapon compartment that was still smoking. He pulled his gray hood down to cover his fully functional body. He complained to Minks, who also put away his weapon with the mechanical sound without emotional fluctuations:

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this day, Zhuo! When you sent me to the undercover agent, you said that you would close the Internet for at most five months. I'll wait. Five years later, you told me that there are many advantages in the research of the Mechanical Church, so that I can continue to lurk.

Fifteen years later, there was finally movement, but the sudden death of Old Bach made me have to continue.

I just waited for two hundred and fifteen years now!

Minks!

If you don’t close the net, I will become the boss of the mechanical church! I’m already the boss of this ghost organization, but why are you here?”

"Stop pretending, Marvin, your lurking mission was cancelled one hundred and seventy-five years ago. It was you who chose to stay. It has nothing to do with me."

Minks sighed and said:

"And I didn't send you here at the beginning. Have you forgotten? You were terminally ill and didn't want to die, so I introduced you to my mentor to ask for help. But look at you and Ebosen now, you can't make up two taels of meat together.

Obviously, you've already gone too far on this road.

Let’s talk, what’s going on with the mentor coming back this time?”

"I really don't know, no one knows, he just came back suddenly, and I didn't even have the chance to send the news, so I was forced to participate in the current matter by Steve and Ebosen."

The mechanical sage, Ma Wen, who has a very "complex" background, sighed in a mechanical voice:

"They were very enthusiastic, believing that the promises left by Old Bach when he lost two hundred years ago, he was dead back then but now he is reappearing in a fresh and flesh-and-blood posture. Minks, I have scanned him, he is the living Old Bach.

Even younger than before.

I suspect he might have really found the answer to the question he had been struggling with for the last few decades of his life. To be honest, I was a little scared."

"Then get out of the way! Marvin, let me confront him. Go outside to clean up the mess and deal with all the hopeless guys. Stay behind your subordinates and wait for the chaos to end."

Minks glanced at the closed control cabin in front of him and said to the mechanical sage. Marvin nodded, took a few parts that he had been jealous of a long time ago from the pair of blown mechanical prosthetic bodies on the ground and quickly left this place of failure.

No matter what Minks and Old Bach were going to talk about, he had no intention of getting involved.

It's really a ghost.

His rank is already considered an "glorious retirement" senior in the Mechanical Church, but he was inexplicably involved in this damn thing. He really doesn't plan to stay here for even a minute.

After Marvin left, Minks restored the robotic arm on his shoulder to the form of a cane, and under the escort of the squirrel warrior beside him, he was about to step forward and try to use his own engineering skills to open the closed hatch door, but just as he approached, the closed hatch door suddenly opened, which scared Minks.

But then, he saw the figure standing in front of the chair, typing quickly on the optical keyboard.

The figure who was as heavy as Mount Tai in his memory but had been away from him for more than a hundred years, Marvin said it right. Compared to the old posture of the mentor in Minks' memory, he is now much younger, and even his hunched back has risen again.

It's like time traveling.

But he still likes to wear that very gentlemanly dress, and even his habit of having a high hat is exactly the same. He still remembers that Old Bach always likes to joke that he wears a hat to make himself look taller.

"You are here, you look tired, Minks, my most proud disciple."

Old Bach was busy making final adjustments to the will-code things that were being assembled on the mechanical stage behind him, removing some unnecessary things from the data-based memory and mind, and adding some programs that are more conducive to combat and escort.

Fortunately, it was not the first time he had dealt with such things and would not be in a hurry, so he could have a gentle chat with his disciples who had not seen for more than a hundred years.

But the 13-minute self-destruct countdown on the optical projection above his head made Minks' eyes shrink, and he immediately raised the gun in his hand and aimed at Old Bach.

“Let it stop!”

He scolded:

"This is seven hundred meters underground! The collapse here will make it happen."

"Don't be stupid. The structure of the earth is not as fragile as you think. This is not a military cabin. Its self-destruction program is not that powerful. At most, it will only destroy the cave. But Mother Earth is not afraid of such an attack."

Old Bach explained slowly:

"I want to destroy this place because I hate anyone or want to interfere with the survival of this city. I did not come for this purpose. The wars that took place above have nothing to do with me.

That was just a sad aftermath.

It is a sign that floating is about to happen for some more important events, and of course, you can also understand it as an accelerating roar of the next era.

Hold on!

My mission here is about to be completed.

On the way we have some time to reminisce about the past, I took the time to observe the technological progress of Port Chardon. The progress made me very satisfied, especially the fourth generation of computing beads you made by yourself, which is a perfect work except that it is a bit behind.

If it were two hundred years ago, I would have felt proud of your ingenuity and amazing creativity, but unfortunately, I no longer have that function now.

After removing my emotional fluctuations and emotional data with my own hands, I lost this part of my ability, and in exchange for maintaining a rational state of mind under any circumstances, and being able to put all my wisdom and ideas into practice in the most reasonable way.

Therefore, I clearly sensed the withering of Port Chardon.”

Old Bach stopped.

He glanced at the operation progress bar for Penny to remove memory, emotional and emotional circuits, and then looked back at his disciples.

He looked at Minks' old face and his beard, especially the beard made Old Bach laugh.

It was clearly the style of his beard when he was young. It seemed that his disciple really missed him very much. For an educator who regards spreading knowledge as a life responsibility, the disciple's posture at this time was enough to make him feel satisfied with his lost life.

He said:

"I have many disciples, but you and Flywheel are the two of the best ones. I regret to hear about the stupid things that happened between you and my daughter this time.

Sorry, Minks, I didn't teach Bach well. If it weren't for that, your cooperation with Flywheel would have allowed Port Chardo to go further on the road I left behind, but there was nothing to be happy about. After all, the road I left back then was wrong.

Starting at the wrong starting point, no matter how hard you try, you will never reach the right end point. Fortunately, we still have a chance to save all this.

As you can see, I'm preparing to advance a truly exciting, big project that's enough to change the world! I'm now giving you an official invitation, Minks, we can be just as we did, we can"

"Bang"

A bullet broke Old Bach's recruitment. He looked at the pistol emitting smoke from Minks's hand and looked at the blood overflowing from his chest. The pain of his heart being smashed came to his heart, causing Old Bach to shake for a while and then fell from the chair he was standing.

He fell to the ground and raised his hand, his eyes full of shock.

"I don't know what you're doing, but I will never be with you!"

Minks quickly stepped forward and jumped onto the chair to try to stop the progress bar in front of him. He didn't look at the mentor who fell to the ground, and he said hoarsely:

"My mentor died two hundred years ago, you're just a monster with his face."

"Oh, if it's a flywheel here, maybe this persuasion will succeed. You are still as emotional and stubborn as before, and like to make decisions based on your feelings."

Old Bach, who was lying there, coughing and vomiting blood, was waiting for death to come.

He was surprisingly calm and said in a weak voice:
To be continued...