Rumble!
The ground started to shake, countless fragnts of rock fell down. Their group had been digging for more than half a month and had excavated thousands of ters down. At this mont, the walls on both sides cracked open, as if so chanism had been triggered, and heavy footsteps echoed from the darkness.
——Dwarven Defender (Ancient chanized Body) (Divine Hall Guard) (Three-star Silvery Gray)!
——Dwarven Furnace Guard (Ancient chanized Body) (Divine Hall Guard) (Three-star Silvery Gray)!
——Moradin’s Steel Guardian (Ancient chanized Body) (Divine Hall Guard) (Four-star Silvery Gray)!
Three chanical guardians, standing three to four ters tall, erged. Their surfaces were even marked with bronze-colored rust. The leading golem wielded a heavy warhamr and carried a thick dwarven tower shield. In an instant, a massive force surged, with rocks flying everywhere, and the howling wind smashed towards Tassia.
Facing the sudden enemy, Tassia quickly retreated. With the help of her chanical arms, she moved like Spider-Man, her expression tense yet exhilarated: "We’ve hit the jackpot!"
"Below us are ancient relics from the Mythical Era."
"We might excavate an ancient dwarven city."
Boom.
A huge force smashed the excavation shield machine ahead into a pile of scrap tal. The three activated ancient dwarf chanized bodies appeared sluggish, but their combat power was astounding. With a booming dull sound, the runes of the Dwarven Mythical Era lit up on their warhamrs, a unique engraving close to the rune language.
"Watch out for the lava!"
At that mont, a startled voice ca from the side.
A hot stream gushed out from the underground, continuously spouting lava from the triggered chanism. A man who didn’t escape in ti was engulfed by the lava, his body instantly obliterated.
"Sothing’s not right!..."
Duncan had arrived by now; they took turns digging, resting in shifts while the machines worked non-stop. If a machine malfunctioned, Duncan would apply Holy Oil to appease the Machine Spirit. This maintenance thod seed bizarre but was indeed effective.
At the rear of the team, Bert, dressed as an Esoteric Practitioner, pulled out a section of mistletoe staff, saying solemnly, "We might have uncovered sothing incredible."
A dull gunshot echoed.
Tassia, using the power of her chanical arms, leapt ten ters, landing on a rock. She shouted, "Gun! Give the biggest one!"
In the corner, a burly rcenary tossed an upgraded heavy machine gun over.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
A storm of tal pumled the dwarven chanized body, denting its surface, but the bullets could not penetrate its thick armor. As the formation of the three chanized bodies changed, the defender holding the dwarven tower shield moved to the front of the team.
The runes on their surfaces glowed faintly, seemingly activating different combat modes.
On the projection page.
A line of special prompts appeared.
——"Dwarven Defender activated the Combat Specialization ’Defense and Attack’."
——"Dwarven Furnace Guard activated the Combat Specialization ’Fierce Attack’."
——"Moradin’s Steel Guardian activated the Combat Specialization ’Flowing Slash’!"
Huh?
Why are there combat prompts?
Duncan glanced at the prompt box with his mind, discovering that the mark of the ’chanical Soul’ had lit up. These were all ssages from the chanical Soul, as if it had a special perception of chanized bodies, informing Duncan of the enemy’s actions.
A hail of bullets tilted out.
Using the strength of the chanical arms, Tassia lifted the modified heavy machine gun, its 30-centiter diater akin to a cannon, and swept a dense firepower net across the enemies. If they were flesh and blood, they’d probably have been shredded to bits by now.
But these hulking creatures were made of steel, capable of withstanding damage but not being torn apart.
"Watch out!"
Just then.
The foremost Dwarven Defender launched a Shield Strike, its dwarven tower shield weighing at least half a ton. A rcenary hiding in the corner who’d just pulled out a grenade was smashed into pulp by the shield, which then exploded, making the Dwarven Defender’s leg unstable, struggling to maintain its balance as it moved.
"No, we need armor-piercing bullets!"
Tassia glanced back at Duncan and shouted, "The armor-piercing bullets are in the iron box next to the rack, toss one, there’s a sniper rifle too!"
Duncan imdiately turned, grabbing and tossing the iron box over.
But in these few seconds, the battle had already shifted. Under the cover of the Dwarven Furnace Guard, the rearmost Moradin’s Steel Guardian had charged in front of everyone, deceptively quick despite appearing slow.
The large warhamr swept by with a whoosh!
Splutch.
A rcenary’s upper body was smashed to pieces instantly, the heavy warhamr’s montum unabated, swinging like a whirlwind towards another.
Flowing Slash.
Duncan had already picked up a sniper rifle, though it was extrely heavy, weighing around thirty kilograms.
"What the hell!?"
"Can chanized bodies possess such combat skills?"
At the front of the battlefield, a one-sided slaughter had erupted. The other two dwarf chanized bodies were cumberso, but Moradin’s Steel Guardian was different. Duncan saw a sophisticated combat technique in its actions.
Even as it maneuvered and charged, its steps remained flawless, proficiently balanced, harmonizing with its chanical structure.
Its attack carried enormous inertia; after smashing a chanic into pulp, its massive chanized body moved in sync, sidestepping, twisting, advancing, charging, its warhamr rotating a full 360 degrees, crushing a rcenary hiding behind a chanical cover into a bloody ss.
These advanced combat techniques even surpass those of many veterans.
Even the chanical guards in Nest City, those chanical servants made by the chanical Divine Sect, fall far short of the combat skills it possesses.
Bang!
At this mont, Duncan finally fired.
Unlike the trajectory of arrows, the trajectory of firearms is easier to control. An armor-piercing bullet hit the enemy’s right arm, instantly penetrating the thick armor and exposing a primitive chanical structure. Duncan couldn’t understand why such a primitive chanical structure could exhibit such advanced combat skills.
The dwarf’s heavy hamr hit the ground.
The steel guard of Moradin picked up the warhamr with the other hand and suddenly threw it in Duncan’s direction.
Rumble!
A large section of the surrounding stone walls collapsed, and Duncan’s figure erged awkwardly from the dust, clutching the sniper rifle to find the next firing point.
At this mont.
Bert, dressed as an esoteric practitioner, had completed his spellcasting. He used an unknown spell, directly using holy oil as the casting material, and then saw black, tar-like substances spread throughout the passage. A spark appeared next, and the spreading fire instantly set the entire passage ablaze.
"It’s useless!"
"They are not afraid of fire!"
Tassia mounted three guns simultaneously, forming a firing position. The chanical nerve bundle at her spine had already linked two additional chanical arms. She operated a heavy machine gun herself, while each chanical arm controlled a gun, her firepower exceeding that of an entire platoon.
Ratatatat!
The brief tallic storm finally stopped the enemies from advancing. Tassia prayed while shooting, relying on a chanical prayer to correct the trajectory, appease the machine spirit, and prevent bullet jams. Even as the barrel was overloaded and overheated, her prayers kept it from exploding, allowing accurate hits on the massive enemy within the flas.
This is the ability of a chanical cultivator, using ntal power to correct the bullet’s trajectory.
By now, Duncan had already set up the sniper rifle again, but just as he was about to aim and shoot, Bert, opposite him, suddenly raised a hand to stop him.
"Wait a mont."
At this mont, Bert’s second spell was about to be completed. As he recited the ancient incantation, a cold wind suddenly swept through the passage, followed by a small blizzard.
The flas quickly died out.
The dwarven chanized bodies, their entire fras slightly glowing red from the intense fire, reappeared, and after a hailstorm fell, their bodies quickly cooled. The hail caused no harm to them. Such spells might only cause slight bruising if cast on flesh and blood, battering the heads of ordinary people.
Bang!
Duncan instantly realized sothing, aid his gun directly at the enemy’s head. These dwarf chanized bodies were absurdly tough, their iron constructs adorned with tal helts, their defenses terrifyingly high.
The armor-piercing bullet cut through the air.
Click.
The Moradin steel guard at the forefront was directly shot in the head. The heavy armor seed to lose so of its function, revealing a crystal-like stone shattered by the bullet inside the fractured skull.
After eliminating the most threatening Moradin guard, the subsequent battle beca much easier.
Tassia continued the suppressive fire, shattering one defender’s knee, then shouted to Duncan, "Keep going! Aim for the head!"
Bang!
Duncan set up the sniper rifle, and the second bullet blew off the head of the furnace guard. As the head exploded, so silvery white tallic fragnts were scattered, a faint glow of curiosities forming atop them.
——Mithril fragnts.
By now, the last of the dwarf defenders had both legs blown off, significantly reducing its threat. Duncan reloaded unhurriedly and landed a finishing shot.
"Quick, save him!"
At this mont, Bert rushed out, dragging a man buried in the collapsed ruins. With a touch, he realized the man no longer had any breath.
The entire exploration team consisted of eighteen people, eleven dead and two injured, with all injuries caused by the collapsing stones.
Anyone hit by those three dwarf chanized bodies was almost certainly killed.
Those directly hamred by the dwarven warhamr died in pieces.
"Damn!"
"So many casualties!"
Tassia’s face was grim, the initial excitent gone. The enemies were not as the records described; these old chanized bodies were supposed to be easy to deal with, so even unable to operate properly.
But these dwarf chanized bodies were different. None of their functions were damaged. Without modern firearms for suppressive fire, they likely would have been utterly annihilated.
A tiny, imperceptible glow rged into Duncan’s body.
Unlike World One, this was Duncan’s first ti seizing abilities from a non-fleshy enemy, and he managed to acquire three combat skills at once.
——Defense and Attack, Fierce Attack, Flowing Slash.
Duncan now had a strange feeling, unlike the chanical servants made by the chanical Divine Sect. These dwarf creations possessed a trace of soul, not rely being pure chanical tools. Even in the images of seized combat skills, it was not the chanical bodies practicing the corresponding combat techniques but bearded dwarf warriors.
These combat techniques originated from flesh and blood lifeforms, injected into the chanical puppets through so spell.
"Soul stone..."
Bert crouched down and picked up a fragnt of crystal stone on the ground. "What a pity, it’s already shattered."
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