Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

In front of Lu Wenwu and the others, a spaceship was hit in the midsection by a sudden high-energy particle beam without any suspense.

The supposed strongest ship’s super alloy outer armor developed by the Superhuman Federation didn’t even serve its purpose.

The hit area erupted into large explosions of fire, and an endless series of explosive blasts appeared in succession.

The entire super destroyer was torn apart in the midsection into two parts, countless twisted metal wreckage and a few lucky escape pods plummeting towards the ground.

This scene was not unique.

This was the Meilafeng River, the most ferocious battleground on the entire planet.

Even super destroyers in near-Earth orbit could be destroyed.

Lu Wenwu glanced at the captain: ”I don’t understand ships, so I have a question. Since the Federation has the ability to make large protective shields, why not equip the super destroyers with them as well?”

The captain seemed surprised that he would ask such a question.

After hesitating for a moment, she replied uncertainly, ”Maybe...the technology is not up to par? Or perhaps maintaining a shield that could cover a super destroyer would consume too much energy. You know, the cost of a single mission for a Yellow Springs Warrior could build a super cruiser.”

Lu Wenwu initially wanted to ask why, if a Yellow Springs Warrior mission cost more than building a super cruiser, the funds weren’t used to build super destroyers instead.

But then he thought it over.

The Federation might rank ships inversely, maybe destroyers here are higher than cruisers.

He simply didn’t ask.

As for the cost issue and energy problem the captain mentioned, he dismissed it as nonsense.

Lu Wenwu didn’t believe a single word of it.

The shield generators and egg shield backpacks all recharge automatically by absorbing free Heaven and Earth Primordial Power, needing no energy at all.

Considering the superalloy that was easily torn apart, Lu Wenwu had reason to suspect that both super destroyers and super cruisers were nothing more than paper tigers or fragile shells.

If the cost of making these things wasn’t high, then it’s reasonable how a single mission for a Yellow Springs Warrior could match the cost of a super cruiser.

Without dwelling on this matter, Lu Wenwu casually chose a Level Nine desperate mission, ready to enter the Jedi Jetpack with his teammates.

At that moment, the Democracy Official stopped him: ”Lord Tyrannosaurus, since it’s your first time battling robots with your teammates, I must remind you that those robots are cold-blooded executioners without a trace of human emotion, so please don’t try to communicate with them.”

An engineer added: ”We once intercepted robots emitting a series of numbers—01001000 01001001, which could very well be evidence of these damn Kangmi Robots’ intent to destroy humanity, or some other mysterious code. Please be cautious.”

Lu Wenwu raised an eyebrow, saying nothing.

He simply put on the metamorphosed helmet and entered the Jedi Jetpack to engage.

The series of numbers mentioned by the armory officer... were nonsense as mysterious codes or evidence of humanity’s destruction.

They were simply a straightforward binary code.

Translated into human language, it means: HI

Yes, it was that simple, with no special significance.

Although Lu Wenwu didn’t understand programming, binary mathematical language is still a language.

In the universe, there are intelligent races that use binary mathematical languages as official language, and with his understanding of all languages, he naturally could understand it.

As four Jedi Jetpacks descended, Lu Wenwu and his team successfully landed in a dense forest.

The Meilafeng River area seemed to be shrouded in an eerie, perpetual night-like climate.

Whenever they came here, it was nearly always gloomy.

The Kangmi Robot Legion’s base searchlights cast red beams, scanning through the dense forest for any invading creatures.

On the towering spinning spire, a crimson eye illuminated the earth, akin to a Soron Beacon.

The giant strategic interference device that kept spinning flashed frightening lights, twisting all signals in the area into unintelligible information.

Headless corpses leaned against the iron walls of the robot camp, their bodies filled with countless wounds, speaking to the terror of this place.

Many soldiers who survived the Meilafeng River battles returned only to fall into severe PTSD.

They acted like madmen, fearing all plants, fearing anything red, even if it was just a ripe apple.

Among these survivors, a phrase circulated that was bone-chilling to outsiders: The trees of the Meilafeng River speak.

Three people and a dog lay flat on the ground, watching from afar those robot camps surrounded by Rainbow Light Machine Guns and Light Energy Mortars, constantly seeing metallic skeletons akin to Terminators emerging from within.

The Vertical Strider Mechas, impervious to ordinary bullets, formed groups of three, coordinating with a large number of armored soldiers, becoming tight-knit patrol teams.

The big tank-like turrets stood tall, and from the grid radiators on their backs, intense orange light seeped out.

This was virtually the only weakness of the large units among the robot race.

Huge units like the Annihilation Tank, humorously referred to as Joyful Saw Man’s Giant Destroyer, even when directly hit by weapons as terrifying as the Quasar Cannon, couldn’t break through the heavy armor.

These giant units among robots were like Sha Wujing, placing human heads on their bodies as decoration.

This might be a symbol of honor or purely vented resentment.

Just as Lu Wenwu was examining the map, Tiger Mo’s ears twitched and whispered, ”Hey, did any of you hear something?”

Hu Frost glanced at her: ”What else could there be besides the metallic friction from the robots moving?”

Mao Mao lifted his large ears, listening intently for a while, and said, ”It seems like a song... although it’s somewhat out of tune.”

Hearing this, Hu Frost operated his Cultivation Technique, tuning his hearing.

Indeed, he could hear the patrolling robots making rhythmic tones in unison.

Maybe, it really was a piece of music.

”Just a song, and a military song at that, if you listen closely, you can hear English words, except the voice modules on these robots seem problematic, making their speech quite unclear.”

Lu Wenwu put down his personal terminal and translated for the others.

”Iron heart, will forged of steel, back up the data, march on the field. Steely will, never vanished, we march forward, overcoming challenges. Cyberstan will be liberated, united as one, throwing ourselves into battle.”

”Robots can sing songs? Is this an intelligent program?” Hu Frost asked, ”Our instructor said robots only have slaughter programs, how can they sing?”

”Maybe we’ve been deceived by the Superhuman Federation, they may have obscured the truth.” Lu Wenwu replied.

Since discovering the truth about the 710 Elemental Farm, he found it hard not to indulge in conspiracy theories about the Superhuman Federation.

Their overwhelming propaganda claiming Kangmi Robots lack intelligence, could it be they truly lack it?

Lu Wenwu pointed to a Mechanical Commander with a Hot Cutting Sword on its right arm: ”Look, the study materials said Mechanical Commanders would just sit back and reap rewards, only ever ordering armored soldiers, Plunderers, or Assaulters to die.”

”Look at the real situation now? I see no Mechanical Commander sitting back, instead taking the lead, diligently patrolling at the front with the team.”

”So now I suspect, the relationship between robots and the Superhuman Federation cannot possibly be as advertised, as deadliest rivals evolving on the same planet. They must be connected somehow.”

”What’s the reason?” Hu Frost asked, ”There’s no substantial evidence supporting this claim!”

”How is there none?”

Lu Wenwu gave her a surprised look, pointing toward the yellow computer on a high platform within the robot camp.

”Look at that, a standard terminal of the Superhuman Federation, can you say robots have nothing to do with them? Who would believe it!”

Hu Frost paused: ”So now we...”

Lu Wenwu marked a point on the map: ”You all head there and wait for me, do missions if you can, I’ll go grab a tongue. That Democracy Official told me not to communicate with robots? Today I’ll just have to see what’s going on!”