My Players Are So Fierce

Ruyi quickly discovered the problem.

She took out a calculating pearl still covered in viscous oil, glanced at it with the instrument in her hand, and screamed:

“The new arrangement of spiritual energy factors is several times more complex than before. I even see a clear tree diagram and spiritual energy branches, but didn’t you say it was impossible for such a thing to appear? At least it couldn’t be calculated and simulated by human means.”

“What? Let me see!”

Old Flywheel, with a serious expression, took the pearl in his hand. He flipped open a special observation lens on his engineering goggles, and after carefully examining the sequence of spiritual energy factors inside the pearl, this knowledgeable old master mechanic fell silent.

He scratched his head, looked blankly at his equally bewildered apprentice, and after a moment said, stammering:

“I… I don’t understand it.”

“What?”

Ruyi was also dumbfounded.

She stared at Old Flywheel and asked:

“What do you mean you don’t understand? Haven’t you always bragged that you are the greatest master mechanic on the continent? You even said you inherited all of Professor Old Bach’s mantle in the field of spiritual energy factors! If even you don’t understand it, doesn’t it mean…”

“Because this isn’t something a half-body mechanic could come up with in this era!”

Old Flywheel very dejectedly sat on the shell of Dragon Cavalry One, staring at the fully rewritten calculating pearl in his hand, and said:

“This arrangement of spiritual energy factors is still based on the theory of the psychic differential machine developed by my mentor, but its arrangement is so advanced. How do I describe it to you, my apprentice?

If our current grasp of the psychic factor formula is at a primary school level, then this new formula is at least at a doctoral level. It’s so wonderful, demonstrating the power that appears when the formula of spiritual energy factors is developed to its limit.

I truly cannot comprehend some of its arrangements or even understand the principles.

But that doesn’t prevent us from being certain that Dragon Knight One was able to start because this ‘super formula’ is in effect. Someone has discreetly rewritten the entire set of driving programs for the Dragon Knight system.

This great existence perfectly solved the issue of the wetware core not connecting with the mechanical body.

We can even say…

It…

It structured soul and consciousness right before us and encoded them in the form of spiritual energy factor formulas. It’s terrifying… truly terrifying.”

Old Flywheel, with his oil-stained gloves, clutched his thinning hair and muttered to himself:

“Physics doesn’t exist…

All the truths researched since the establishment of steam engineering don’t exist…

Minkus will go mad… This formula proved that his long-held automation concept won’t work in the way he envisioned, and I… I’ve gone mad! Ah, I suddenly realize the lunatics in the Church of the Machine Spirit were right!

There really is a Machine Spirit in this world, and it just slapped me hard with its actions…

They were right, so we are wrong… No, no! We weren’t wrong, this was just a different understanding leading to a different… Yes, that’s it!”

“Mentor? Mentor!”

Ruyi was frightened by Old Flywheel’s appearance.

She stepped forward and nudged him. He remained immersed in his worldview’s reshaping, mumbling incessantly, but reconstructing Dragon Knight One was already on the agenda, and Westerburg was waiting for a response.

Now is no time for nonsense!

“Pa”

Ruyi raised her hand and slapped Old Flywheel across the face, the heavy blow instantly waking him up. The mechanic master, holding his face, looked blankly at his apprentice, and then he heard Ruyi ask:

“So, does this mean the Dragon Cavalry project is a success? You said this new operating system could implement all our previous plans. Does this mean the souls of those who died on the battlefield can now be recovered and put into the Dragon Knight Walking Machines to fight again?”

“Yes, theoretically.”

Old Flywheel grasped his thinning hair and said:

“But it’s best to retain their brains; the wetware made with original parts has the best adaptability and can perfectly preserve the warriors’ minds without complex processing. Memories might be damaged, but the will is protected.

Wow!

Now Transylvania has a true ‘Hall of Iron Heroes,’ but the destructive power of the Dragon Cavalry Armor still relies on the various weapons mounted on it.

So this thing can’t be said to be perfect yet.

It’s just a foundation, solving the operation problem, the next step is to collect data through actual combat, and gradually upgrade this war machine.

This is a truly massive project!

Frankly, with Transylvania’s patchwork mechanical industrial system, it’s difficult to push this to the limit.”

“But as long as it works, that’s enough for now.”

Murphy’s voice echoed from the other end of the workshop.

He received the answer he wanted from Little Sheron, and following him was Little Sheron tightly hugging the mechanical squirrel she made herself, somewhat mumbling to the squirrel, but the squirrel paid her no mind.