Chapter 462: The Ring Island Alliance: Am I the Unlucky One?

Around the Island Alliance, Outpost Sky Island.

The slave workers are recycling weapons and equipment on the battlefield and sending them to wash in a basin of boiling water set up outside.

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

Human life is worthless, and death can be recovered, but equipment dropped on the battlefield can be repaired and used again.

Those weapons and equipment that really cannot be recycled are digested and processed within the alliance, and then if no one wants them, they are sold at a low price on the lord's market as scrap metal.

The recycling cost of these post-war scrap iron is high 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, walked to the front line and saw Wells crawling out of the mecha. Standing on her head, she was 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 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 know his own mecha, and Wells memorized every part of the mecha structure she controlled.

His own weapon, an extension of his own hands.

"And the equipment that has been assimilated by the Flesh Turbine... Well, it's covered with all kinds of bloodshot threads... and it's dissolved inside."

When the mechanical arm infected by them was taken apart, it was filled with organic slurry that smelled of machine oil and biological blood. The original rune 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 we want to take action immediately, I can see what parts of those scrapped mecha structures can be used."

Her eyes fell on the humanoid mecha structure that was supposed to be silver-white. Now half of the area was stained with some substance ejected by the flesh and blood turbine and turned black.

The originally silver-white mecha now looked completely dirty.

There are still a large number of remaining traces of holes on the armor plate, which are the piercing steel nails staying inside the armor plate. Most of the steel nails are blocked by the armor shield...a small number of steel nail-piercing projectiles directly fall into the rune array inside. among.

This is only the thick part of the armor. The leg joints and hand joints that are not thickly armored will enter a semi-paralyzed state after one hit.

There are still a few unlucky mecha structures that are intact, but steel nails have been nailed directly to the cab through the weak cockpit wall... Their armor plates can obviously withstand multiple arcane artillery direct hits.

"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 firepower of mankind in the future. She can only guess as a matter of course that it is some kind of ship-borne accelerated artillery...projectiles driven by the power of exploding runes?

In a civilization that relies on magic and runes, gunpowder technology and the technology of various kinetic energy projection weapons are backward - replaced by energy constraint control technology that is far beyond the reach of modern times, and thermo-optical flow and thermionic weapons that can be put into actual combat. There are other energy weapon variations.

She didn't know. It was difficult for a person to imagine a weapon that he didn'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 included many other comprehensive factors, but in the end it was him who made a great contribution in this defensive battle, and the other assisting lords all played an OB role on the edge.

It just doesn't work.

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

This encounter, in which they did not have the initiative, did not damage their production facilities, and the loss of troops and weapons and equipment was within their tolerance.

It's acceptable for an island-wide alliance with hundreds of serving lords.

Zhang Ao punched the table in frustration.

It's just that this battle had a huge impact on their morale. They didn't even understand the enemy's situation before half of the advance team was left on the outpost island.

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

Everything needs enough time.

The time that should have been spent on expeditions to other islands is now used to reorganize. The only luck is that the production facilities have not been hit and there is room for recovery.

And as the leader of the alliance, he must not show weakness.

"Well, if you ask me, our situation is not good... but it is possible to hold on to the area we already own."

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 can only 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.

Special war constructs that devour flesh and blood can infect machinery and rune devices and become part of their bodies.

They will dissolve themselves after death, and there is no way to obtain relevant unit information by disassembling them.

There is also the severely deformed armor-piercing bullet that Zhang Ao took out and threw 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... His tactical style is still a rapid assault..."

As Lu Bo slowly told his experience of the first battlefield exercise, 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 the terrifying lord who took out the musket troops and steam engine troops in the first battlefield exercise.

They were particularly impressed by the unilateral beating.

Zhang Ao was somewhat 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! At that time, we were still using iron tools without rune blessing!"

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

Well, the armor-piercing bullets of the fifth era and the monster-like special structures were made by the same lord.

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

He wanted to scold the system for sending him to the wrong place. Aren't the big guys of his era still playing large-scale hedging? At this time, an alien came out...

Then he turned his eyes to the other three lords.

"You fought the same one before? And the one who is fighting us now... the same one?"

Zhang Ao actually hoped to get a negative answer. Was he the only one among his four collaborators who had not encountered 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, and finally he could only spit out a sentence with difficulty.

"System I XXXX."

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