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

"I thought he was a powerful character."

The leading knight shook the silver armor on his body, and the bright patterns flickered in the sun. This set of exquisite and complex armor represents the family heritage behind each knight.

"Hey, old man, why don't I see your family emblem on your armor?"

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

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

"Child, here is money, take it home, okay."

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

"Do you know how many orphans like this there are in New London every year?"

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

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

The other knights following him burst into laughter. Knights are just a symbol of status... As for the spirit of chivalry, that kind of thing that has existed for many years may only exist in novels.

This world no longer needs knights. The knights in 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 have only slightly slowed down this process.

But it failed to change the outcome of the war.

"As for you, you are not coming to New London, the capital of knights, to beg for food, right?"

Knights are a class, not a profession full of virtue.

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

The old knight touched his shriveled pocket and his eyes fell on the houses not far away for ordinary knights of the lower level to live in.

The New London government provides meals for all knights who arrive.

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

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

The duel between two knights is a rare scene.

Passersby quickly made way for them.

But before the duel began, Ji Lin found a familiar guy among the onlookers.

The middle-aged inspector still leaned against the wall with his emotionless face and looked at the fenced-in arena. The assistant beside him looked at the unfair knight duel with excitement.

For young people, anything good is interesting.

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

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

Adams muttered, took out a wrinkled cigarette and put it in his mouth, and lit the cigarette with a match on his gloved prosthesis.

"The lord said that the pollution could not spread at all, so he hurriedly drove away all the police officers and let the factory start work."

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

"If you ask me, you should just go and cause trouble for him."

Ji Lin nodded and walked to Adams to ask the knight's name and where he lived.

You can go to him tonight to ask why the pollution is impossible to spread.

His sleep time can be compressed to six hours, and it will not affect his daily work...but Ji Lin usually likes to sleep for eight hours, what's the saying.

After enough rest, the rest of the time is a comfortable enjoyment.

And the duel is about to begin.

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

The wind blows through the treetops, and the leaves dance with the wind and return to their original positions.

Ji Lin's eyes have been fixed on the old knight.

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

"That XX is sure to lose."

Adams stared at the young knight, took a puff of cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, pressed his prosthetic limb on the pistol on his waist, and was ready to stop this ridiculous duel at any time.

If there is a murder, he will be in big trouble. The first person to be held responsible will definitely be him, the inspector.

There is no way. Being a policeman in this ghost city is full of troubles. If you don't have the three tricks, you can't work in the position of a front-line inspector for a long time.

"Reading from the script, following the rules, and making big moves. He really thinks he is King Arthur."

The long sword and silver scales flashed in the sun, and the gems inlaid on the long sword flashed and reflected the bright and attractive hazy light.

The young knight swung the long sword in his hand, but was dodged by the old knight's casual movement.

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

A casual kick tripped the young knight.

He hadn't even pulled out the long sword from his scabbard.

"Enough."

Adams coughed lightly to stop the angry young knight from counterattacking the old knight.

"Who allowed you to duel here? This is New London. New London is not one of those places where you can fight casually."

"Don't block me."

The young knight reached out and wanted to use the hilt of his sword to attack the inspector who was blocking his sword swing. Before Ji Lin could make a move, Adams had already knocked him to the ground.

"I am your XX, haven't your family taught you this?"

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

The prosthetic limbs equipped by the opponent are not just for seeing.

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.

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

But dirty blood.

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

The flickering light swelled and festered around it, and bloodshot threads spread and wrapped around the four-legged robot.

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

Qualitative.

happened.

The crowd dispersed in astonishment, trembling in front of the rapidly generated 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 is the first time that something significantly qualitative happens, under the sun, under the gaze.

Who is the target?

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

If he wants to kill himself, only one such monster is not enough, and 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 also cause accidental damage 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 surface. 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 and revealing 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 Ji Lin's hands, and the safety pin made a crisp sound when it hit the ground. He threw the 'weapon' in his hand directly at the flesh-and-blood mechanical structure that was still being reconstructed like a throwing knife.

The thin threads composed of sefirot 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 also 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 hands falling on the flesh and blood machine was to replenish the opponent's metal.

The newly generated flesh and blood turbine did not move. Instead, it shrank its body and used steel to build a simple and ordinary barrier to resist the arriving mortar shells.

wrong.

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

It is alive.

Someone is controlling it.

It wasn't crazy, and its first target wasn't even the crowd running past it, but Ji Lin.

Otherwise, three mortar shells would be enough to blow off one of his four walking legs, rendering him immediately incapacitated.

"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 four-legged sprinkler robot.

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

The flesh-and-blood turbine in front of him was still building its own body, decomposing flesh and blood in the roar and turning into nerve circuits, covered with hydraulic joints and gear shafts.

It 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 small-caliber mortar shells with lower power 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 even 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 the fallen humans. The shells that Ji Lin threw at it 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. It is impossible for humans to compete with war machines in strength.

"I will help you buy time, and you drag them all out of the influence range of that thing."

There are still a lot of mortar shells stuffed in the system backpack, enough for him to use for a while.

Just think of it as a big iron block thrown out to hit the opponent's head, it is also useful.

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