Let's Talk

Everything happened very quickly.

When the suitcase was opened, the aura of the Comora artifacts could no longer be contained by the heavy metal, and Horus sensed that call, that throbbing from the depths of his soul.

In a flash, Iron Son realized that the target was the embassy. It immediately turned on its lights and sounded its horn as a warning, pushed the two armed police officers who were about to be subdued away, and, as a precaution, also injected them with tranquilizers.

The controlled France were shot to death, and the golden sphere rolled out of the box.

The gunshots attracted the attention of the embassy, as well as the neighboring French and American embassies. Soldiers from the three countries would soon rush out, and if they witnessed the small golden ball, they would be in trouble.

So, Horus, having regained his senses, picked up the golden sphere that had turned the situation in Comora upside down while informing Kang De of what was happening.

But when the robotic arm made contact, something unexpected happened.

The Transformers felt a strange and powerful force surge through its mechanical arm, exploding within its soul.

The spirits were thus connected, and it could sense a will, a will emanating from that golden sphere.

The other party's astonishment, their surprise.

What are you?

It contains the joy of surviving a desperate situation.

Horus then felt a tearing sensation from his soul.

An indescribable pain was tearing at its sanity.

In an instant, it let out a painful scream.

Kang De's expression changed drastically.

From the Iron Son was born until now, he had never seen him experience any similar painful emotions.

A black light flashed, Kang De traversed the void, entering the Humvee's body. He activated the scroll, ripples spreading outwards, and shouted, "What's going on?"

His response was a violent tremor in the car body, and the Iron Son's broken, strained electronic voice speaking.

"It... it's controlling me... get away... get away quickly!"

Kang De tore open another dispelling scroll and haphazardly stuck and scattered mind-defense amulets everywhere, but to no avail. Iron Son roared again, "... Go! It's inside me!"

Oh shit!

Kang De activated his mental power, attempting to locate the golden sphere, but the next moment, a deafening roar erupted from inside the Humvee, and more than a dozen guns emerged from the front, back, left, and right, aimed at him!

Flames flashed and explosions rang out incessantly; the Humvee's interior was ablaze with light, a tapestry of deathly smoke and fire.

Kang De had already appeared in the sky, and the giant eagle flapped its wings and swooped down towards the embassy.

The Humvee's engine roared, and it began to accelerate wildly.

Kang De's gaze was icy as he released the Defender Mechanism and mechanical warhounds close to the ground, flanking them from the left and right. Despite the numerous major events that had occurred, he remained calm and quickly devised a response plan.

Horus must be controlled by that artifact spirit.

It is resisting and struggling.

If only we had known earlier that Transformers could also be controlled...

He shook his head, banishing his annoyance. He hadn't expected the other party to head straight for the embassy. Besides, it was probably hidden inside Iron Son's body. In this situation of full contact, the amulet and the dispelling scroll were useless—but none of that mattered.

The key question is how to save it!

In a flash, Kang De had already devised a solution.

Send Iron Son to the White Mist Space!

But before that, he had to restrain the Humvee.

He controlled the giant eagle to approach, and just then, the Humvee's weapon station rose up, turned halfway around, raised its muzzle, and aimed at Kang De, who was in mid-air, spewing fire and scattering bullets.

Kang De, carrying the giant eagle, returned to the White Mist World, blinking repeatedly to avoid gunfire. However, his previous encounter at the French military base was repeated—the enemy was able to detect his landing point immediately!

I see.

This Comora spirit can sense me...

He moved through the buildings continuously, concealing himself against the walls, feeling more pleased than surprised.

Go ahead and fight.

One of the factors limiting the combat capabilities of modern weapon units is the amount of ammunition they can carry. The reason why Iron Son can engage in queuing and firing in another world is because he has Kang De, a fully artificial high-speed support soldier, who provides a continuous and almost unlimited supply of ammunition through hyperspace mode.

Now?

Go ahead and hit me! Go ahead and hit me!

I've cut off your food supply; let's see how long you can squander it.

Thinking this way helped him calm down faster; Kang De kept his emotions in check while relentlessly pursuing the matter.

The Defender Mechanism rumbled and rolled, mechanical war dogs raced through the Shadow, and giant eagles circled overhead. Kang De sped forward, searching for scroll reserves. Now, he needed to find a way to control the crazed Humvee, at least to stop it. If any of these alchemical mechanisms were close to Iron Son, Kang De could immediately teleport there and try to send it to the White Mist Space. That would mean half the battle was won.

--Or you could just win outright!

But at that moment, seeing that it couldn't hit Kang De, the weapon station circled 360 degrees, scattering mortar shells, grenades, and rockets around it like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

Hold.

Fortunately, these two days have been extremely dangerous, and the king has ordered all citizens to be housed in underground air-raid shelters, but this action is still dangerous enough.

Because Moyani is not a modern city, especially in this chaotic state, it would be reduced to rubble if a city-wide fire broke out.

He had to step away to extinguish some of the Flame that had started to burn, but this meant that Iron Son was getting further and further away from him. However, for the time being, it was not a problem, because the Himo's Eagle was still watching it!

The spirit seemed to realize that this was futile, so the vehicle turned and sped off along the street toward the city. Kang De took a deep breath upon seeing this.

He immediately dialed a number. "Get out of there quickly! Run east or west, or find the nearest air-raid shelter!"

"Roger that!" came the rapid footsteps and shouts from the King's side. "I heard gunshots! Someone saw your car! What happened!"

Kang De paused for a moment, then said, "AI! Its AI program has been hacked and hijacked!"

"Oh, how awful," the king said, then after a moment added, "Dimitri says he can provide artillery support at any time, Shilka Self-Propelled Anti-Aircraft Gun are on their way. Do we need help?"

"Unnecessary!"

Kang De shouted sternly, "Listen up! Everyone stay away from that car! I'll kill anyone who touches it!"

The king was clearly startled, but said nothing more, "I understand."

The group immediately got into the car, and the France ambassador was also taken away. The twenty or thirty people drove all the way to the entrance of an air-raid shelter two hundred meters away, and rushed in, tumbling and scrambling.

"Close the door! Close the door! Close the door!"

A royal guard shouted at the guards.

Among this group were either Comora People or Russia. The only outsiders were the France ambassador and his military attachés. Apart from the France, everyone else had a trust in Kang De that required no reason, especially regarding matters of combat.

When Kang De told them to run, they ran without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

Sure enough, shortly after the large iron gate closed, loud explosions and gunfire erupted outside, along with a sound unlike anything they had ever heard before, similar to the freezing of ice. The France were itching to go out and see what was happening, but they were kept under strict guard.

The France ambassador was frowning in thought when someone gently poked him in the lower back.

The ambassador casually shifted his body slightly, and his secretary also turned around slightly, discreetly taking out his phone with the brightness turned down so that it could be easily concealed by the nearby lights.

The France ambassador glanced at the contents of his phone.

Those were several pictures.

He immediately recognized it as the view in front of the China Embassy.

A pile of rotten flesh, two armed police officers lying on the ground, and an empty, open box.

He thought about it carefully, and his expression changed slightly.

"That thing?"

He mouthed it.

The secretary nodded slightly and typed out lines of text on her phone.

"The item must be in the car, sir. Observations and intelligence indicate that the car uses remote driving technology, and the level of remote control technology and weapon modification technology is extremely high. It is presumed to belong to an organization with considerable technical expertise. In this situation, it looks like an internal strife over the division of spoils."

The secretary typed out another line.

"This is certainly true, judging from his vehement opposition to the King's proposal for long-range fire support."

The France ambassador fell into deep thought, his gaze shifting uncertainly.

Then he made a decision.

"Report back to the domestic authorities," he instructed. "Quickly, at the highest level of secrecy."

The secretary understood and began drafting the email. The ambassador turned around and stood casually with two other embassy officials, then whispered among themselves, blocking the secretary who was rapidly writing.

Just then, the secretary gently nudged her boss again.

"Sir," he lowered his voice, "There's news from the United States..."

Kang De had already chased after his out-of-control Iron Son out of Moyani.

This was no easy task, so it was a good development; leaving Moyani meant that Kang De could no longer be constrained.

He had to get his son back quickly.

"Wait!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, "We can talk!"

--Just coax it to stop, then carry it to the White Mist Space and talk about your mother.

But the other party remained unmoved. The Humvee roared to life, its engine revving as it sped off into the distance.

Kang De could only pursue relentlessly, but dared not get too close.

Leaving the city was also good news for the other side, as it meant that their speed advantage could be fully utilized, which was Kang De's weakness.

As an alchemical creation, the Himo's Eagle is quite fast, but its speed drops drastically when it carries people. Moreover, it cannot get too close, because the spirit of the artifact can accurately sense Kang De's location and sweep a burst of bullets at him. If you don't have time to dodge, you will surely suffer.

Similarly, although the flying squirrel suit skill I just learned is fast, it's not suitable for the current pursuit. Flying at 200 kilometers per hour, facing large-caliber bullets from the other side, I don't even have a chance to dodge... So the current situation is quite awkward.

This led Kang De to adopt a rather detached, Buddhist-like approach.

They trail behind, waiting for the spirit to run out of bullets or energy.

Or they might use provocative words to lure the other party into sitting down for a talk.

"We can talk! What exactly do you want?"

He said many things like that.

"Do you want to make Comora great again? I can help you!"

Do you want a more perfect body? I can help you with that too!

"What's so great about this car! You can't eat in it, you can't even fire a gun, what's the point? There are so many other pleasures in this world, you need a real human being to experience them!"

"I have a recommendation! The kind that can live for hundreds or even thousands of years! A robust physique, a handsome face, far surpassing ordinary people—wouldn't you want a body like that? We don't need to be enemies!"

Kang De used various methods to express his views.

It's like a demon, relentlessly tempting, luring the innocent souls of centuries past into the wicked pleasures of modern society: food, games, the internet, men and women, power, and entertainment.

Various kinds.

It was all made up by Kang De based on his own wild imagination.

Especially romantic relationships.

--So what?

The less innocent a young man has been, the more powerful his boundless imagination becomes.

Even so, it did not move the spirit of the artifact.

As darkness deepened, nearing the pre-dawn darkness, Kang De activated his darkvision, harnessing the Himo's Eagle to relentlessly pursue them. He was frantic with worry, yet forced himself to remain calm.

The only good news is that Horus is alright for now.

Because the mysterious spiritual connection between the creator and the creation still exists.

He thus knew that Iron Son was alright, and he also knew that he had been resisting all along.

Because the Humvee never changed shape.

This must be Horus putting up a desperate resistance. If it were in Moyani, in public, and Humvee transformed into a giant robot, it would surely cause a huge uproar in the world.

Such a large robot, capable of transformation, turning into a car, and possessing self-awareness, goes beyond the description of mere "cutting-edge technology."

If this matter were to be exposed, the resulting interference from various parties would undoubtedly cause Kang De considerable trouble.

As he pursued the land, Kang De witnessed firsthand the transformation of the Africa continent from night to dawn, from utter darkness to the first light of day. The roar of the Humvee remained awe-inspiring, and Kang De's gaze never wavered.

As dawn broke, illuminating the surroundings, everything gradually became familiar.

Only when the airport's air tower appeared on the horizon did Kang De realize where he was.

Airport.

Western Airport.

Little Bob's former headquarters.

The airport housed the supplies prepared in advance by the France.

The western airport mentioned by the king.

Kang De had been there before and had seen through Little Bob's, or rather, the spirit's, hiding plan.

Now we've come back here.

He seemed lost in thought, slowed down, and cautiously reduced his speed.

After crashing into the airport's protective netting, the Humvee drifted and turned on the wide, flat runway, facing the direction of Kang De. The weapons station rose, and weapons protruded from the hood and sides of the vehicle. In the direction of the terminal building, the heavy machine guns, Stinger missiles, and even anti-aircraft guns of the temporary sentries were all in place.

A dull thud came from inside the car.

It was the voice of Horus, but even more evil and sinister than that of the Iron Son.

"Now, we can talk."

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PS1: I played Atelier Laisa today, this is the kind of game a real man should play.