Chapter 407: The Attack and the Lord of La Mancha (4k)

Chapter 407 Attack and La Mancha 껣덿 (4k)

"I thought 놆 was some powerful character."

The leading knight shook the silver armor he was wearing, and the bright lines shone in the sun. This set of exquisite and complex armor represented the family heritage behind each knight.

"Hey, old guy, why don't I see your family crest on your armor?"

The old knight did not wear a mask, and his older face was covered with wrinkles left by the years. His slightly groomed long beard hung down on his armor, which had already looked a bit unbearable under the erosion of time.

Although it was carefully cared for and cared for, there were still a lot of bumps and dimples all over the gray armor he wore.

"Son, can you take the money here and go home?"

The old knight lowered his head, helped up the child who fell on the ground, secretly took out a pound denomination from his arms and put it in his hand.

"Do you know how many of these orphans there are in New London a year?"

The young knight sneered at his behavior, and his eyes fell on the old knight's armor with a hint of contempt.

"This is not the place they should come. The clean streets here are not prepared for them. Instead, they come here to beg."

The other knights following behind him burst into laughter. Knights are only a symbol of status... As for chivalry, that kind of thing that has existed for many years is probably only in legends.

This world no longer needs knights. The knights in the history books have long been sent off the stage of history by the steam engines and riflemen running wildly on the battlefield. Magic and runes only slightly slowed down the process.

But it failed to change the outcome of the war.

"As for you, you won't come to New London. The knights are here to eat, right?"

Knight is a class, not a profession full of virtue.

"He appeared in front of me, and I was going to help him."

The old knight touched his shriveled bag, and his eyes fell on the house not far away that was provided for ordinary knights of the lower level to live in.

The New London government provided meals for all arriving knights.

"What about you, are all your British knights like you?"

The young knight's defense was broken almost instantly by the old knight's words, and his white glove fell to the ground.

The duel between two knights is a rare scene.

Passers-by quickly made way for them.

Just before the duel started, Ji Lin spotted a guy who looked very familiar to him among the onlookers.

The middle-aged inspector still leaned against the wall with his emotionless face and looked at the enclosed arena. The assistant beside him looked at this unfair knight duel with an excited expression.

For young people, anything good to see is interesting.

For middle-aged people, extra things only mean trouble, and there are more troubles.

"Sir, I have been transferred here to be responsible for security work."

Adams muttered, took out a wrinkled cigarette, held it in his mouth, lit a match with his prosthetic leg wearing a glove, and lit the cigarette.

"The knight said that it was impossible for the pollution to spread, so he hurriedly drove away the police and allowed the factory to start operating."

He said half-jokingly to Night Crow standing beside him, and put the matchbox back into his pocket.

"If you don't tell me, why don't you go find him and cause trouble?"

Ji Lin nodded and walked to Adams to ask for the knight's name and place of residence.

You can go to him tonight and ask why it is impossible for pollution to spread.

His sleep time can be compressed to six hours without affecting his daily work... But Ji Lin usually likes to sleep for eight hours. How do you say that?

If you rest enough, you can enjoy the rest of the time comfortably.

땤The duel is about to begin.

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It was so natural, the old knight's movements were as natural as the wind blowing through the treetops.

The wind blew through the treetops, and the leaves danced with the wind and reset.

Ji Lin's eyes were on the old knight and he never left.

He estimated in his mind the possibility of victory for both sides.

"Then XX will definitely lose."

Adams stared at the young knight and smoked a cigarette, exhaled a breath of smoke, pressed the prosthetic leg on the gun on his waist, and was always ready to stop this ridiculous duel.

If there is a murder case, he will be in big trouble. The first person to take responsibility when asked is definitely him, the inspector.

There is no way, being a policeman in this ghost city is a lot of troubles, and it is impossible to work as a front-line inspector for a long time without three axes.

"According to the script, step by step, and making big moves, sneeze, I really look like King Arthur."

The long sword and silver scales sparkled in the sunlight, and the gems inlaid on the long sword shimmered and reflected a bright and alluring hazy light.

The young knight swung down his long sword, but was dodged by the old knight's casual movements.

The assistant standing next to the inspector shook his head. He originally wanted to see an extraordinary sword fight, but this looked like a one-sided battle.

A casual kick tripped the knight down.

He has not yet drawn out the long sword from its scabbard.

"That's enough."

Adams coughed lightly and suppressed the angry young knight's counterattack against the old knight.

"Who allowed you to duel here? This is New London. New London is not a place where you can fight at will."

"Don't get in my way."

The young knight stretched out his sword hilt to attack the inspector who was blocking his sword swing. Before Ji Lin came out, Adams had already knocked him to the ground.

"My darling, haven't your family taught you anything?"

Adams used his prosthetic leg to give the knight who stood up and wanted to hit him with the hilt a heavy punch. Ji Lin saw that the armor, which was used for decoration but was still thick, instantly had a conspicuous dent. .

The prosthetic limbs equipped by the opponent are not for viewing.

Ji Lin estimated that he would not feel well if he was punched by this thing. The mechanical prosthesis greatly enhanced the inspector's close combat ability to a certain extent.

Let him knock this mighty knight to the ground with one punch.

"Don't point your sword at anyone."

There was a boo from the surrounding onlookers, feeling that the show was over and began to disperse.

Ji Lin looked at the sprinkler robot moving slowly along the road. At some point, a new sprinkler robot knocked away the position of the sprinkler robot that was originally on the road.

He suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood in the air.

돗 was slowly approaching the crowd, deviating from the track where the sprinkler robot was supposed to water trees and flower beds, and the water it sprinkled was no longer clear.

땤놆Dirty blood.

For a commander, the smell of blood is easily detectable.

The flickering light is expanding and festering with 돗 as the center, and bloodshot threads are spreading and wrapping around the 눁legged robot.

Using human-made materials, transform them into war machines.

Qualitative.

happened.

The crowd dispersed in astonishment, trembling in front of the rapidly growing flesh-and-blood mechanical structure, and the scarlet steam revealed its terrifying abilities in the sunlight.

At this moment, Ji Lin didn't realize it yet.

This first significant qualitative occurrence happened under the sun and under the gaze.

Target? Who?

If this is man-made, then who is the target of the creator?

If you want to kill yourself, only one such monster is not enough. Even five of them will not pose a threat to him.

"Have your police officers evacuate the crowd and set up a containment zone! I'll buy you some time."

Ji Lin shouted to Adams, jumped up on the eaves of a nearby Gothic building, and quickly approached the sprinkler robot that was engulfed by the spreading bloodshot along the steam pipe.

There are too many people on the street, and there is no way to cast the fireball spell... The lightning spell will cause accidental injuries due to too many people wearing armor nearby.

He didn't know what the transformation looked like. The cabin of the sprinkler robot was on the outside. He decided to get closer and observe.

Come closer.

In the top cabin of the sprinkler robot... there are no living people, only corpses.

There was something else flickering in his field of vision, flashing with an indescribable light.

Those corpses have not been completely transformed, and transformation takes time.

If living samples can be taken, this city should have specialized autopsy personnel, right?

Three 50mm mortar shells fell into the Jilin 꿛, and the safety pin made a crisp sound when it hit the ground. He threw the 'weapon' from the 껧꿛 directly at the flesh-and-blood mechanical structure that was still being reconstructed like a throwing knife. .

The thin wires of the source structure control the trajectory of the mortar shells, drawing three precise and deadly arcs in the air.

After the safety is released, the impact fuses of these mortar shells are activated at the same time, causing explosive damage the moment they hit the target.

His work has already begun, and it is his task to eliminate the monsters moving in front of him.

The police officers who were not equipped with any heavy weapons had no way of dealing with such a rampaging mechanical structure. The only function of the medium-caliber rifles in their bodies was to replenish metal to the opponent.

The newly born flesh and blood engine did not move. 땤놆 shrank from 껧's body and used steel to build a simple and ordinary barrier to resist the incoming mortar shells.

wrong.

It is different from those clumsy, irrational, flesh-and-blood turbines that are like machines without intelligence.

돗놆live.

Someone is controlling 돗.

돗 was not crazy, and the first target was not even the crowd running past 껧, 땤놆 set his target on Ji Lin.

Otherwise, three mortar shells would be enough to blow off one of his walking legs, causing him to lose his ability to move.

"What are you doing here? Evacuate with the police and hide in the hall."

Ji Lin glanced over and saw the old knight still standing on the road, staring blankly at the five-meter-tall flesh-and-blood turbine transformed from a foot-sprinkling robot.

His guess was correct. There would be other operators behind these machines.

The flesh and blood turbine in front of him is still building its own body. In the roar, the flesh and blood are dissolved and transformed into nerve circuits, which are covered with hydraulic joints and gear shafts.

돗 is watching the humans in this area.

The crystal blue core that rolled out from the core was observing the surrounding environment and thinking.

Something crossed the distance and arrived on the Flesh Wheel, and the unfolded sefirot were describing the situation to Ji Lin.

Because the nearby crowds had not been evacuated, Ji Lin had no way to start casting spells. He could only use less powerful 께껙 caliber mortar shells to attack the new monster's parts.

‘Flesh Turbine (Elite)’

A single fireball hit can send away the surrounding civilians together... Why does this damn thing have an elite version?

He has become increasingly confused about this world.

The civilians around fell to the ground in fear and panic, and acted like fragile fledglings in front of the standing flesh turbine.

Humans are so fragile when facing machines.

The flesh turbine that stood up again did not attack these fallen humans. The shells that Ji Lin threw at them were covered by the rapidly growing flesh, and only a few exploded due to the impact.

"Mr. Magician! Please help me delay for a while, I want to save those people."

The excited voice of the old knight sounded behind him.

Damn it, who are you calling a magician.

Ji Lin looked back at the old knight, and didn't know when he took down a decorative flagpole and held it in his hand.

Only a madman would want to use a long-pole weapon to compete with a living steam machine. Humans can't compete with war machines in strength.

"I'll buy you some time, and you drag them all out of the range of that thing."

The system still has a lot of mortar shells stuffed in its back, enough for him to use for a while.

Just like throwing a big iron block and hitting the opponent's head, it's a bit useful.