Chapter 462: The Ring Island Alliance: Am I the unlucky one?

Around the Island Alliance, Outpost Sky Island.

The slave workers are recovering weapons and equipment from the battlefield and sending them to the boiling water basin set up outside for washing.

Equipment stained by the scarlet poisonous mist exhaled by the Flesh Turbine needs to be sent to high-temperature cleaning, and boiling water will dissolve the toxic substances attached to the surface.

Human life is worthless. If you die, you can recycle it. But the equipment dropped on the battlefield can be picked up, repaired, and repaid.

Those weapons and equipment that cannot be recycled will be disposed of internally within the alliance, and then no one will want to sell them as scrap metal on the lord market at a low price.

The recycling of these post-war scrap iron is highly profitable for them, but for the lords of the lower era... the profit is not high, but it is also profit.

"Let me ask on behalf of the alliance leader, how is the resource recovery going?"

Audrey, who was directly resurrected as a hero unit, went to the front line and saw Wells crawling out of the mecha and standing on her head, directing the pilots to rescue the mecha.

The dismantling of the mecha structure must be carried out by specialized engineers and workers, as slave workers may destroy precious rune components.

As for these components on the battlefield, as many as are needed can be repaired.

"It's not good. All these armor plates need to be replaced... Your mecha will probably need major repairs as well."

It is the job of every good pilot to understand his or her own mecha, and Wells memorized every part of the mecha structure she controlled in her mind.

The weapon of oneself, the extension of oneself.

"And the equipment that was used by the Flesh Turbine is...well, it's covered with all kinds of bloodshot threads...dissolved inside."

When the mechanical arm infected by them was dismantled, it was filled with organic slurry that smelled of machine oil and biological blood. The original runic structure was eroded and modified into something else.

In short, things corroded by them cannot be recycled.

Wells glanced at the steel plate on the ground. The armor plate with black spots corroded by something unknown was lying quietly on the ground.

"If you want us to take action immediately, I can see what parts of those scrapped mecha structures have."

Her eyes fell on what should have been a silver-white humanoid mecha structure, but now half of the area was stained with some substance sprayed by the flesh and blood turbine and turned black.

The original silver-white mecha now looks completely dirty.

There are still a large number of remaining traces of holes in the armor plate, which are the piercing steel nails remaining in the armor plate. Most of the steel nails are blocked by the armor protection plate... A small number of steel nail-piercing projectiles directly fall into the internal symbols. The text array is in order.

This is the thickly armored part. The leg joints and chest joints that are not thickly armored will enter a semi-paralyzed state after being hit.

There are still a few unlucky mechas whose structures are intact, but steel nails were nailed directly through the weak cockpit wall into the cab... Their armor plates are clearly capable of withstanding multiple arcane artillery cannons. Direct hit.

"It's really unreasonable..."

But the opponent was a long-range strike weapon that made no sense at all, and the armor plate mounted on the mecha was mercilessly penetrated.

Wells, who comes from the fifth era, has never seen the fire in the future of mankind. Her reasonable guess is that it is some kind of ship-borne accelerated artillery...projectiles driven by explosive runes?

For civilizations that rely on magic and runes, gunpowder technology and various types of mobile projectile weapons are backward - replaced by advanced energy constraint control technology that is beyond the reach of modern times, such as thermo-optical flow and thermal energy that can be put into actual combat. Ion weapons also have other mass weapon variants.

She doesn't know. It's hard for people to imagine weapons that they don't understand.

She sighed, jumped off the mecha's shoulder, and landed lightly on the ground.

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"call..."

Zhang Ao looked at the four lords standing in the conference room, waiting for their speeches and their discussion.

This is understandable, because his troops at the front suffered the most losses.

It includes many other comprehensive factors, but in the end it was him who did the most damage in this defensive battle, and the other assisting lords all played a minor role in OB.

늀 means there is nothing to do.

"Do you have anything to say? What are the next plans?"

This initiative did not damage their production facilities, and the loss of soldiers, weapons and equipment was within their tolerance.

It is acceptable for the island-wide alliance with hundreds of lords.

Zhang Ao punched the table in frustration.

놙This battle had a huge impact on their morale. They didn’t even know what the enemy was doing. 늀Half of the advance team had already been destroyed. 놇Outpost Sky Island껗.

It takes time to prepare, and it takes time to repair.

Everything needs enough time.

These 녤 should be re-prepared now 놇뇾 during the expedition to other islands. The only good thing is that the production facilities were not hit and there is room for recovery.

And as the leader of the alliance, he will never show weakness.

"Well, if you want me to say it, our situation is not good...but we still have the ability to defend our existing areas."

Lupo coughed slightly, changing the topic from the awkward atmosphere.

He knows very well that the loser loses first.

Most of the combat unit information was leaked.

Knowledge of the enemy is limited to the biomass residue that has been completely dissolved.

‘Flesh Turbine’

They don't get information about the name, and the system will not give other data to the hostile lords, leaving them to figure it out on their own.

A special war construct that devours flesh and blood, can infect mechanical and rune devices and become part of its body.

It will dissolve itself after death, and there is no way to obtain relevant unit information by disassembling it.

There is also the severely deformed armor-piercing bullet that Zhang Ao used to throw on the table.

The lords of the Ring Island Alliance fell silent.

"In fact, this should not be the first time we have encountered him... His military style has not changed... The tactical style is still a rapid assault..."

As Lupo slowly talked about his first experience of battlefield training, the corners of the eyes of the other three lords began to twitch.

This experience sounded a little familiar.

Xu Yan and Xu Ling frowned, and He Xie recalled the scene where his troops were swept away by line infantry.

They certainly knew about the terrifying lord who brought out the musket troops and steam engine troops in the first exercise battlefield.

They were particularly impressed by the unilateral beating.

Zhang Ao was a little confused, not knowing why Lupo said this at this moment.

He was not included in Lupo's "we", but he would soon become one of them.

"There were musket troops and steam structures in the first exercise battlefield? This is impossible! There was no iron with rune blessing at that time!"

Zhang Ao exhaled, wanting to deny what Lupo said, and his eyes fell on the armor-piercing bullets on the table.

Well, the armor-piercing bullets of the fifth era and the monster-like special structures came from the same lord.

The system wants to fight against this kind of thing by itself? The lord who possesses this technology is its enemy?

He wanted to scold the system for sending him to the wrong place. Aren't the big guys of this era still playing large-scale hedging? Now here comes an alien...

Then he turned his attention to the other three lords.

"Did you fight the same guy before? The same guy who is fighting us now?"

Zhang Ao actually hoped to get a negative answer. Could it be that among his four collaborators, there was no one he had never touched that guy?

Then he got the pitying eyes of the four lords.

Thousands of emotions gathered in Zhang Ao's heart. Zhang Ao didn't know what to say at this time. Finally, he had to utter a sentence with difficulty.

"System I XXXX."