6kv Chapter 65 Repairing the Puppet
Chapter 65 Repairing the Puppet
Chapter 65 Repairing the Puppet
The city gates burst open with a roar.
The cold wind rushed in, stirring up the snow dust on the ground.
The group of puppets stopped.
Hundreds of electronic eyes, flashing different colors, all turned to look at the black-haired youth who walked out of the doorway.
that moment.
The previously noisy mechanical sounds suddenly became eerily quiet.
Only the one-armed puppet who was leading the group remained.
It moved forward two steps.
The hydraulic rod at the knee emitted a screeching sound.
then.
Under the horrified gaze of the crowd behind the city wall.
It bent its rusty metal spine.
Kneel on one knee.
He held that priceless piece of memory metal high above his head.
"Sizzle—sizzle—"
It made a sound.
That sound was awful.
It sounded like the static of an old radio, or like two rusty iron sheets rubbing against each other.
Victor frowned as he listened, gripping his sword even tighter.
Except for Lorraine.
In his view, this meaningless noise was being rapidly analyzed by "The Witch's Codex" and transformed into lines of clear text that he could understand.
Low-frequency machine language detected (unknown language type)
[Translating in real time —]
[Translation result: ————Thanks———— for the ———— energy————]
[Translation result: ————pipes ———— channels ———— recovery ———— blood vessels ———— flow ————]
[Translation result: ————The Great————Restorer————]
Lorraine raised an eyebrow.
The Repairer?
Did you fix anything yourself?
Oh, it's probably the flaming vine that was used to reconnect the broken mana pipe in the relay tower today in order to provide Anna with enough mana to advance.
So the remaining repair puppets in this area also benefited, right?
did not expect.
Once these blood vessels buried deep in the city were unblocked, they inadvertently helped these crippled puppets that were barely surviving on their remaining energy.
Lorraine cleared her throat.
He didn't speak, but instead used the Witch's Codex in his mind to simulate a mechanical wave of the same frequency.
"Sizzle—sizzle—"
—
(I am Lorraine. The master of this land.)
I heard this sound.
The one-armed puppet in the lead suddenly raised its head.
The single eye flashed red light, as if it had witnessed a miracle.
The puppets that had been kneeling quietly around them began to stir.
They collided with each other, making a tinkling sound, as if they were cheering or arguing.
A carbon-based organism.
A human being with flesh and blood.
They can even speak their language!
This surprised them even more than the repair of the pipeline.
"Sizzle—Sizzle—"
(Do you understand? Can you understand the prayer of the humble one?)
The voice of the lead golem trembled, and the cooling fan on its chest spun wildly, revealing the excitement of its core processor.
Lorraine nodded, her face maintaining an inscrutable calm.
"Sizzle—sizzle."
(I've accepted the gift. What would you like in return?)
The lead puppet did not answer immediately.
It turned and glanced back at its tribesmen.
Those companions who were incomplete, some of whom could only crawl on the ground.
It turned its head, and the electronic eye flickered on and off.
(repair----)
(We want to be reinstated)
(I don't want it to rust—I don't want it to shut down—)
Lorraine looked at the puppets in front of her strangely: (Don't you guys have a lot of repair tools on you?)
Can't you guys fix each other up?
The lead golem lowered its head: (We have no blueprints, no designs.)
It turned out to be the case.
Although there are repair tools, just like when a person is sick, although it is easy to buy medicine, because of too little understanding of oneself, it is impossible to accurately judge the condition and buy the right medicine.
Only by going to a doctor can you get the correct prescription.
The same applies to these puppets. Although they have the ability to repair themselves, they have only recently gained sentience and lack the blueprints and knowledge to do so.
No wonder he saw several puppets, all of which were equipped with strange and distorted mechanical parts that were clearly inconsistent with their original style.
Lorraine smiled.
She was smiling brightly.
The request to repair them was far too easy for him.
He had already seen many repair tools on these engineering puppets; although old and dilapidated, many of them still looked usable.
Now, some mechanical problems that couldn't be solved before due to a lack of tools can be solved smoothly. As for the blueprints?
He has the Witch's Secret Manual.
How many engineering robots need to be repaired?
It was just a small favor.
But as a qualified capitalist—no, as a benevolent lord.
He can't appear too easy.
"Sizzle—"
"Sizzle—sizzle—"
—
(Deal. But in exchange, you must work for me.)
(I need to fortify this city, and I need to repair the surrounding facilities. You all need to obey my orders to carry out these constructions.)
The lead puppet did not hesitate at all.
It slammed its head heavily onto the snow.
(Yes, Your Excellency—Repairman.)
(We were born to do this)
This is a win-win situation.
No, it was Lorraine who won unilaterally.
Just then.
A large screen next to the camp suddenly lit up.
That's the terminal connected to the core computer room of the Tower of Babel.
On the screen, the pixelated emoji representing the machine spirit Ohm was now flashing garbled text wildly.
【(—)?】
【(0—0) ! ! 】
【（ΩΩ）】
Immediately afterwards, a rapid string of 0s and 1s swept across the screen like a waterfall.
[This is impossible! Lorraine! What are you doing?]
Why are you able to communicate with these—these low-ranking soldiers?
Even I, even as the soul of the Tower of Babel, cannot communicate with them!
They're just mindlessly maintaining the puppets! They shouldn't have such complex interaction logic!
Ohm's worldview collapsed.
She is the brain of this city, the supreme mastermind.
In her eyes, these low-level maintenance puppets were like white blood cells in the human body, just inanimate objects that followed procedures.
But now.
Lorraine is actually chatting with these dead things?
And they seemed to be having a good time chatting?
Lorraine turned around and looked at the emoticon on the screen that was about to garble into gibberish.
He replied silently.
(Ohm, you haven't seen the world below in far too long.)
He pointed to the puppets who were happily carrying materials toward the city wall.
Some puppets even removed their own outer shells to cover the materials in order to protect them from getting wet in the snow.
Some puppets, even with a missing leg, will crawl on their hands to push the cart.
(They are the forgotten.)
(For a long time, in despair, without instructions, without energy, and without maintenance.)
(To survive, to avoid completely shutting down.)
(They evolved.)
Lorraine's eyes were deep and unfathomable.
(This is not just a pile of error codes.)
(This is civilization.)
(A civilization born from scrap metal and engine oil, unique to them.)
Ohm on the screen fell silent.
The data stream that was previously flooding the screen came to a standstill.
a long time.
An expression I'd never seen before popped up on the screen.
【（.—）】
Lorraine turned around and looked at the puppets who had already begun working enthusiastically to transport materials under Olivia's command.
With this group of tireless and highly skilled workers.
In addition, there are those precious materials.
Three-tiered city wall?
He dared to even consider the fourth tier.
"Victor."
Lorraine called out to the knight who was still in a daze.
"Don't just stand there like an idiot."
"Go get some lubricant for our new ally."
"I want the best of the best."