My Players Are So Fierce

This is quite normal…

Before you speak, at least wind up the squirrel, can’t you? Silly Little Potato!

“I don’t quite understand mechanical engineering, but since Dragon Cavalry Number One is operational, doesn’t it mean that we only need to copy that set of Psychic Factor Formula to achieve the same effect on other walkers?”

Murphy asked,

“What happened just now when it shut down? I remember it used to rely on the steam furnace to operate, didn’t it?”

“Oh, that’s when we hadn’t installed the Burning Gold Fuel.”

Old Flywheel rubbed his cheek swollen from his apprentice’s punch and said,

“We haven’t reached the battlefield testing stage yet, so the fuel tank of this thing is empty. Just refuel it and it can operate again. Also, the origin of this set of Psychic Factor Formula is unknown, so I think it’s better not to spread it widely.

What I mean is, at least wait until I’ve studied it a bit more.”

“But you can’t understand it at all, by the time you finish studying it, it’ll be too late.”

Ruyi nearby was obviously more aggressive.

She said,

“If this is truly a gift from the Mechanical Spirit, then we should be pragmatic, like those mechanics from the Church of the Machine Spirit. The principles can be studied later; the main priority now is to complete the war preparations on the other walkers!

Little Mummy has many war spirits that can be directly inserted into wetware, and we already have over twenty steam walkers.

Leave a few for the players, and transform the rest into these ‘Automated Mechanical Behemoths’. They won’t tire, hurt, or fear. As long as there’s enough fuel, they can fight to the ends of the earth.

With their assistance, the Maginot Line will be as stable as Mt. Tai!

“Twenty units are far from enough; it’s not even enough for a standard mechanical battle.”

Murphy stepped forward to pat the halted Dragon Cavalry aircraft. He turned to look at Little Sheron and then glanced at Old Flywheel and said,

“Next, we have to rely on your connections to get as many walkers from Charldo Harbor as possible.”

“Er, my uncle secretly brought the blueprints for the walker. He was planning to give them to the administration as a gift.”

Ellen tilted her head and said,

“Although Transylvania certainly can’t manufacture these things now, we can make a downgraded version.”

“Might as well build tanks directly.”

Ruyi refuted,

“Walkers have their own advantages, but in terms of manufacturing difficulty, they are certainly harder to build than tanks. We can’t let them occupy our already scarce manufacturing resources. Vomit Mud Sauce has already improved his coal-burning trucks.

All current vehicle manufacturing is leaning towards that side. It’s too difficult to make them ourselves.”

“Ah, the purity of manufacturing is still far from enough.”

Murphy sighed, saddened by the impoverishment of his territory, but the miracle brought about by the “Machine Spirit” was enough to invigorate him.

He said to Old Flywheel,

“The Mechanical Spirit has made its debut in Transylvania. I have enough reasons to believe that this place has become blessed by the Machine Spirit, so please write to the Church of the Machine Spirit, Master Flywheel. If they truly worship the power of machinery as they claim, then they should send enough mechanics to Transylvania to assist us in this holy war.

But everyone is going to be busy next.

I don’t know how long it will take for the Wolf People to cross the Polluted Swamp, but by the time their army reaches the Maginot Line, I want to see my ‘Dragon Cavalry’ corps on the battlefield.”

After speaking, Murphy reached out and patted the cold machine in front of him. He closed his eyes and softly said,

“So, Colonel Duke and Captain Moritz, these are your new bodies. I know you may no longer understand what I’m saying, but… death is not your end in this war!

True warriors can always cross the threshold of death and return to the battlefield, unleashing your anger and hatred against the enemies who bring disaster. This is the fury of the fearless.

Welcome back to the battlefield, gentlemen!”