Chapter 205

Sanders and Penn couldn't take care of the dead fat man and quickly held Moore alone.

"Who hurt you?" Payne asked in a deep voice. Moore's injury can only be caused by encountering powerful people in the southeast continent, but according to the original plan, Moore should have avoided the routes of those powerful people long ago. How could they find it? And it doesn't look like the way that those people attack people depending on the injury.

"Seven cults... Seven cults, Jiang Chuanxiu." Moore pulled Payne's clothes and breathed out several names. Then he seemed to think of something and hurriedly pointed to Roger with resentment in his eyes.

"Er..." Roger, who was washing his face, looked at the crowd in amazement, shrunk his neck and said, "brother Moore, do you also want to wash your face, Cheng! Kui, go and get a basin of water. I've washed this. It's not clean..."

"Wow..."

Moore vomited blood, then twisted his head and died in Penn's arms.

The air was frozen. Penn put down Moore's body, stood up and looked at the dark forest. Sanders was silent and stood behind him. Roger twisted his fat body and followed him to the other side.

Click, click -!

The mini aircraft changed and became a transformer again. With a step, it stood behind Roger.

Roger twitched in the corners of his mouth.

"Roger..." Payne called in a cold tone.

"Here!" Roger's face was sweating.

"Welcome our guests!" said Payne. With one hand raised, the sword of judgment came to him from behind.

Sanders looked at Roger suspiciously and asked, "guest, what guest?"

"Big head! Level 4 fire!" Roger narrowed his eyes and gave an order in a deep voice.

The transformer "big head" hummed for a while, and then replied with an electronic synthetic tone: "target locked, rainforest in front, 827 meters, level 4 fire preparation!"

"Attack!"

Bang, bang, bang -!

Three flame bombs pierced the dark and silent night sky and rushed into the deep forest with red tail flame.

Boom!

"Warning, the level 4 vitality attack failed, and the target is moving forward!" the transformer's lifeless electronic synthetic sound burst out.

Roger's face sank. "Level six fire!"

"Woo... Level 6... The system does not detect level 6 firepower equipment. Please check it manually!"

"I said...," Lawton jumped up, hurried to the transformer, took out a string of keys hanging around his waist, turned back and said to Sanders: "Sanders, help me hold on, the cloud bomb must be stuck!"

Sanders twitched at the corner of his mouth, "thanks to you calling yourself a metal monster, even your own weapons are uneven!"

Roger used a screwdriver to open a small door in the hip of the transformer. An electronic code lock had been installed between them. Roger pressed a string of codes quickly, and only heard a "Ding Dong". The front of the transformer suddenly opened wide.

Sanders glanced and was shocked. Between the transformers, the abdomen is filled with rows of ammunition, of various models and sizes. Sanders can't help feeling numb on his forehead. It's a fucking mobile Arsenal.

Transformer squatted down and deliberately put down his metal arm. Roger stepped on one palm. After stepping firmly, the metal arm slowly rose until Roger could hook to the height of those ammunition.

"What are you waiting for? Welcome the guests. Didn't you hear the order of senior Penn?" Roger said to Sanders discontentedly.

Sanders reacted, shrunk his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Kui, go and have a look!"

The flirtatious female puppet nodded slightly, squatted half, and rushed into the weeds under the dense forest. She acted as fast as a leopard.

Roger didn't even look at it. He just stood in front of the powder magazine with two multifunctional screwdrivers in his hand and muttered, "it doesn't make sense. Why does this problem happen now? Damn it, where can I find spare parts..."

Roger glanced left and right, and then smiled at Penn: "that Penn senior... Can I borrow something from you?"

Penn could not help but frown when he heard Roger's words, but he said, "say, what do you want to borrow? First say, gold and silver jewelry and cash are not borrowed. I know you won't pay it back!"

"Er..." Roger's expression stiffened, and he calmed down after a while. "Don't worry, the things borrowed this time are not worth money."

"Oh?" Payne looked at him with a little interest.

Roger pointed to the holy sword of judgment in Penn's hand and said with an embarrassed smile, "can you lend me the scabbard..."

Payne's face darkened.

"Well, senior Penn, listen to me..." Roger saw Penn's violent and wounding posture immediately, and quickly said: "there is a metal bond in my big head, which has dissolved due to metal fatigue. You know, high technology is always prone to such overheating accidents, and it's good to have no explosion. So... Now I want to borrow some metal!"

……

Sandston kept on the ground, holding all kinds of small clay figurines. Each formed small clay figurine immediately came alive, rushed into the wild grass and walked in the direction of the dense forest. Sanders's face turned white every time he pinched a small clay figurine, but his frown, which was locked because of excessive tension, also stretched a little.

A dazzling light came from behind him. Sanders was stiff. Looking back, he saw that senior Penn actually pulled out his holy sword of judgment and inserted it into the map of the ground.

Sanders was stunned. He suddenly stretched out a feeling that the holy sword of judgment had become naked.

Payne felt the same way, so his face became more and more ugly.

Roger smiled and took the scabbard of the trial sword and thanked Payne.

Roger touched the scabbard made of special metal with both hands, and his face was intoxicated. "I've heard that the scabbard of the trial sword is a product refined from the metal in the meteorite from the alien system. Today, the legend is true!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Remember your promise. When it's over here, turn him back into a scabbard and give it back to me!" Payne said with a gloomy face.

Roger sighed again, but ignored Penn's words.

After sighing, Roger closed his eyes and whispered. The scabbard between his hands gradually deformed until it finally melted into a metal belt with many depressions or bulges on it.

"Perfect crafts, I bet there is no lathe in the world that can make such works of art!" Roger marveled at the things in his hand.

"You haven't touched 3D printing yet, you little old man." Sanders kneaded his little clay figurine, walked up to Roger and laughed.

Roger rolled his eyes. "Those mysterious things are deceptive at first sight. Can the real industry in the world always progress by copying? And where's your face mocking me?"

Sanders has pinched too many puppet works, and he was injured two hours ago, so now his face has turned morbid white under excessive force.

"Hum!" Sanders snorted coldly and sneered, "hurry and put it into your big head body. If you still can't adjust level 6 firepower, see if senior Penn will kill you!"

Roger ton trembled and patronized happily. He almost forgot that he had just skinned the holy sword of judgment and let him insert it on the ground naked.

Although the colorful light is also good-looking, it is very windy. But Roger knew that only when the holy sword of judgment was pulled out of the scabbard, the dazzling colorful light would show its style and power. No matter how beautiful the flowers were, they could not show their beauty without the green leaves.

What's more, putting the light of the holy sword of judgment out all the time, although it has a good lighting effect, it gives people the feeling of being completely like fake goods, or showing off like a steamed stuffed bun.

A real aristocrat, even if he shows off, will be gentle and elegant, moving a big look in silence.

……

Roger soon put the metal structure into the transformer. Payne turned a little when he saw the robot move.

"Check the weapon system," Roger said in a deep voice.

"Checking..." the transformer's electronic synthesizer replied.

"Level 6 weapons are ready!"

……

There was silence in the air.

Roger tilted his head and said, "it's over? Where's the level one to level five system?"

Transformer turned his head and looked at Roger. "According to the weapon system treaty, the next enemy to face, level 1 to level 5 weapon systems have no lethality. In order to save combat preparation time, the machine checks itself during sleep."

"Er..." Roger was stunned.

Sanders lost his eyes and asked curiously, "what's the situation? What weapons treaty?"

Roger tilted his head for a while and said, "I recently added an intelligent metal construction, and then the intelligent weapon system wrote a pile of treaties in the system, which is probably this..."

"This is also called intelligence? Isn't it the instruction instruction instruction of the copied version?" Sanders despised.

"Ah, bah!" Roger looked at him with disgust. "How can my things be judged by market standards? At least they should be several grades higher. In some convenience, they are not in the same dimension as the industry of this era, okay?"

"High grade means high standards. It seems quite logical?"

"I'm too lazy to explain to you hick. Get out and play!"

"Cut!"

……

"Level six weapon system ready!" Roger snapped his fingers.

The transformers behind him were buzzing and noisy for half a minute. Roger smiled and explained to the two audience: "the new metal components inevitably need a running in..."

"Level 6 weapon system ready!" the electronic synthesizer began.

"Sanders," Roger said in a deep voice.

Sanders nodded slightly, squatted down and pressed his hand to find the ground, "target, northwest, 9:12, moving speed 79!"

"Attack!" Roger said faintly.