Player Reload

"You guys come over and tidy up."

Li Cheng snapped his fingers, instructing the cylindrical robot to bring over a floor scrubber to clean off the diesel and bloodstains that dripped from the Mechanical horde.

At this moment, Gray Rain's little head poked out from the Three-dimensional Warehouse and saw the horde, looking quite surprised, "What the heck is this?"

"A Mechanical horde brainwashed with a Spiritual Control Device,"

Li Cheng explained casually, "For now, it's just a semi-finished product. Once I sort out its life operation rules and use higher-strength mechanical components to fill in the gaps, I estimate it can gradually restore to its peak strength."

"Hmm..." Gray Rain's eyes darted, "Can I remotely control it?"

"What do you plan to do?" Li Cheng just used his mind to give a command, allowing the Mechanical horde to include Gray Rain in the command sequence, and seeing the expression on the latter's face, he felt something was off.

"Stand on one leg, rotate 180 degrees, then bend down to pick your nose with the second pair of right limbs."

"Pretend to hit your testicles hard but stop right before the fist drops and start reciting 'Ma Jiaqi is the light of the popcorn, Niu Yaowen stands at his peak, and the Wolf King is indeed the Wolf King, only the full moon requires the Wolf King.'

Under Gray Rain's command, the Mechanical horde's speakers loudly proclaimed "The Wolf King is indeed the Wolf King," with a grand voice echoing across the entire wilderness.

"You're summoning spirits, aren't you? Just wait until something filthy comes and then you'll behave."

Li Cheng rolled his eyes; the killing field's actual space is guaranteed to be no smaller than the entire Solar System.

The chance of encountering other players in the barren wilderness isn't much higher than winning a hundred lottery draws, buying only bullish stocks with no losses, and having a crush that reciprocates, among other random events.

"Let me see."

Gray Rain took out her phone and glanced at it seriously, "Time Teenage Group has 13.89 million followers on Weibo, you and I have two fans mutually following us on Weibo.

So honestly speaking, Lao Cheng, you're on your own against 13.89 million."

"??? "

Li Cheng couldn't hold it in, "You finish the taunting and then slip away, leaving me to take the damage?"

"I'm not even one and a half years old, afraid of cyberbullying."

Gray Rain reasoned confidently, "If it's talking, I'm the first to run. Fighting, I'm the first to run. Running, I'm the first to run."

What the heck, all you do is run, huh?

We've found the top runner of the killing field, @BigGrayRain.

While the two chatted idly, the cylindrical robot had already completed the cleaning and, following Li Cheng's instructions, pulled out the data cables from the back of the horde's neck, connecting them to the computer mainframe.

Li Cheng's ten fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, thoroughly examining the horde's memory bank.

As the infected host of Divine Calamity, who independently developed the flesh backup plan and successfully killed seventeen "brothers and sisters," the horde is not merely a muscle-brained brute.

Quite the opposite, its intelligence level far exceeds that of humans, with knowledge reserves comparable to a supercomputer, especially in the field of biological engineering, rivaling GS Biotechnology.

"Whoa..."

Li Cheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows; the memory bank clearly showed that the horde had encountered human players more than once, but it either fled, evaded them, or couldn't avoid them and captured them, setting mechanisms for the players to commit suicide.

The reason for this is partly because it doesn't want to gain player status and be permanently bound by the killing field.

On the other hand, it also fears the forces on the human side, unwilling to attract widespread attention.

"Holy cow, the research directory lists bacteria, viruses, fungi, parasites, rickettsiae, chlamydia, neurotoxins..."

Li Cheng scrolled the mouse wheel, the horde resembling a walking plague company, specially developing various biochemical weapons targeting humans.

If captured, it could still trigger Heaven and Earth Same Life, perishing with the enemy.

Fortunately, Li Cheng had activated the Insect Transformation Form, unaffected by ordinary biochemical weapons, and Gray Rain, being nano-mechanical, wasn't afraid of viruses. Otherwise, it'd indeed be quite troublesome.

"Considering this, a separate building as a biochemical laboratory can be established within the Toy Factory, allowing the horde to continue its research during leisure."

Li Cheng muttered, glancing around the factory.

The first batch of manufactured cylindrical robots was already somewhat stretched in numbers, manpower was evidently insufficient.

Perhaps, when enough concepts and exotic points are gathered, another batch of Mechanical Servants could be produced.

He noted these tasks in his mental schedule, bringing these newly-produced items along as he and Gray Rain headed to the slum.

[Star-casting Anvil] business was still booming, attracting both those who had made appointments for transformation surgeries, those bringing artifacts for customized tools, as well as those simply wanting to sell artifacts to recoup some funds.

"This is the Western Zhou Ritual Vessel, also known as King Wu's Expedition to Shang. I got it from a wealthy collector from a similar script world to 'Ghost Lantern.'"

A player draped in a straw coat held a bronze vessel, saying to the intelligent AI vending machine behind the Star-casting Anvil counter, "Have you seen the inscriptions above? 'King Wu's Expedition to Shang, Only Jiazi Chao, Year Ding, Keke Dusk Has Shang.'

Just from this line, we can determine the exact date of King Wu's campaign against Zhou's battle in Muye, January 20th, 1046 BC.

One piece owned by the National Museum, and this piece here.

Absolutely priceless."

"Regrettably, this is a replica."

The intelligent AI vending machine scanned the bronze vessel with a laser, calmly stating, "The Cu-Sn-Pb ratio inside the bronze vessel is correct,

but the three-thousand-year oxidation layer originates from electrolytic corrosion, the patina produced by inoculating rust fungi from ancient tomb soil and etching with dilute sulfuric acid on the surface before covering with mineral pigments to simulate rust.

The forger is incredibly skillful and experienced. As an exquisite replica, our shop can offer a purchase price of 50 Game Coins."

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