I Am the Legend!

Rein knew Karl's mechanical skills; although he didn't have the Mechanist Association's assessment and certification, his level was definitely higher than that of an ordinary "Senior Mechanic".

Given that he could raise such a grandson, Rein guessed that Master Tuster must be of a very high standard.

But there's no accurate idea of exactly how high it is.

Because, apart from tinkering with wind-up dolls on a regular basis, Rein had never seen the old man seriously build any machinery.

Guessing

If Karl is at the third level of the Mechanic (beginner, intermediate, advanced), the old man should be about seven or eight stories tall.

But now, Rein stared wide-eyed at the heavy mechanical armor in front of him.

He clearly realized that he had made a hasty judgment.

The old man's level of technology wasn't just as high as a seven or eight-story building, but as high as a twenty-story building.

The kind of lofty stature that stands out from the crowd, transcending the world!

Karl said he had designed a very powerful combat suit, which didn't surprise Rein much.

When he learned that the [PM VI Type Micro-Hammer Modified Version] Mechanical Arm he found in the Piscis storage ring was made by this young mechanic, he guessed that Karl must have made him a set of self-defense mechanical equipment.

If they can make single-arm Mechanical Arm, they can naturally also make full-body heavy-duty Mechanical Skeleton.

When Rein returned to the tent, he saw from afar a "Steel Raccoon" painted brown, leaping and bounding about, happily breathing fire and burning the poisonous bees in the sky.

This combat suit is somewhat like Iron Man's armor, with metal plates covering the metal skeleton that should be exposed. Both its style and design differ significantly from the mainstream dark aesthetic of steampunk.

Moreover, it looked light and agile, completely contrary to what Rein remembered as the more extensive the exoskeleton, the slower the movement.

It's not hard to guess that this full-body mechanical armor must have used many more advanced technologies than those available on the market.

But the "raccoon" design isn't exactly cool.

If we really have to make a comparison, the heavy combat suits circulating in the market are like a "tractor" with its engine exposed, its luster like stars, shining brightly.

Karl's car, on the other hand, was a QQ car covered in metal, as dazzling as the bright moon.

Overall, this is a set of mechanical armor that could become the focus of attention on the battlefield.

If it weren't for the "cutting-edge technology" next to it overshadowing its brilliance.

The nearly ten-meter-tall steel monster beside Old Master Tuster was like a demon god descending from the sky, like the "sun" of daytime, making all the stars and moon pale in comparison!

This gave even Rein, a time traveler, a very strong visual impact and shock.

He felt that the old man had skewed the technological path of this steampunk world quite badly.

"This... this is still a combat mech powered by Steam Boilers? A purely physical operating system?"

Rein felt he had used up all the shock he would feel for many years to come tonight, and exclaimed in astonishment, "How on earth was this thing designed?"

The last time he was this shocked was when he first saw the Mechanical City after he came to this world.

If he hadn't already gained a sufficient understanding of the level of Steam Machinery in this world, he might have even thought he was seeing a high-tech "Transformer" with a dark industrial style.

This is a Steel Giant with a full six arms.

A massive shield bearing a brown deer head pattern adorned his chest, a broadsword hung at his waist, and four Black Gold Greatsword were sheathed in his back. An exaggeratedly caliber sixteen-barreled revolver stood on his shoulder, with ammunition belts connecting to several dark metal ammunition boxes at his feet.

Each arm is equipped with a small artillery launching device resembling a grenade launcher, along with alloy spikes, a pressurized air hammer, and a hydraulic booster.

It has steel tracks on its feet and spring-loaded cushioning devices that I don't quite understand.

The helmet was not covered and was shaped like a deer's head. On top of the helmet were two large, golden antlers, sharp and sturdy, which looked more like ramming antlers with actual combat function than mere decorations.

From any perspective, this is a "great weapon" brimming with murderous aura and fierce power.

Even though it's just lying quietly on the ground right now, you can still feel its terrifying aura, like a demon from hell.

Rein was surprised to feel a palpable pressure and killing intent emanating from an inanimate object; this was the first time he had ever experienced such a thing.

Of course, what's even more shocking is the single-soldier Steam Boilers belching white smoke.

This is a special model that you've never seen before on the market, because it has a whopping eight exhaust pipes!

Anyone with a basic understanding of mechanics knows that Steam Boilers (not an engine cylinder) typically has only one exhaust pipe. This is especially true for miniature boilers used by individual soldiers, which usually have only one, or at most two.

I heard that the Oma Royal Academy of Sciences has designed the most advanced military individual boiler, with four cylinders and four exhaust pipes.

But that's already the ultimate level; no one has ever seen it before.

But this combat mech in front of us has a total of eight independent exhaust pipes.

This means that this Steam Boilers has at least eight independent power cylinders!

This "combat mech" wasn't fully covered in sheet metal; many of its mechanical structures were exposed. The complex power transmission system connecting the Steam Boilers to the Mechanical Skeleton was particularly dazzling.

However, it was precisely because he saw it that Rein found it so exaggerated and unbelievable.

"This old man has left all current mechanical technology in the world far behind!!"

Moreover, what shocked Rein the most was not the Eight-Cylinder Steam Boiler, but its unique six-arm design!

This world has no electronic control systems; it's all purely physical control.

Although a miniature Steam Boilers provides additional power, its operation still relies on human hands and feet.

Move your hand, and the robotic arm moves; move your foot, and the robotic leg moves.

Therefore, most heavy armor consists of two arms and two legs that are structurally similar to the human body.

It's like a metal skeleton shell; you put a person inside to operate it.

The Steel Giant before them had six exaggerated metal skeletal arms.

Clearly, this was tailor-made for Tuster.

Because only he can operate eight octopus-shaped Mechanical Arm at the same time!

Even Rein, who had actually seen "Transformers" in his previous life, was almost speechless when he saw this cutting-edge technology, let alone these natives who had never seen high technology before.

Mechanical armor is highly sought after among low- to mid-level Transcendent, but it never catches the eye of top-tier experts. Slow to react, lacking agility, and with limited attack methods, it's practically useless except for its high armor protection and immense strength, making it suitable for manual labor.

But this one in front of me is completely different.

Upon seeing this steel monster, even the over two-hundred-year-old "Ten Great Legends" Bazel, who claimed to have seen everything, was dumbfounded and couldn't help but mutter, "What the hell is this thing?"

Upon seeing the Mechanical Armor before them, the two walked past it in utter astonishment.

"Hey, Brother Rein, you're back?"

Wearing his "raccoon combat suit," Karl saw Rein, removed the helmet, and revealed a bright, white smile.

He hadn't realized how serious the Beast Tide was, and happily laughed, "Look at my combat suit, isn't it awesome?"

Karl's combat suit was originally quite impressive, if it weren't for the massive thing behind him for comparison.

Rein nodded. "Impressive."

I wanted to say more praise, but I felt I had no words to express it.

Because that Six-Armed Mech was too dazzling!

Rein walked over and sat down next to Tuster.

The Beast Tide hasn't attacked yet, so we can have some peace and quiet for a while.

The old man asked calmly, "Has the city wall been breached? I heard quite a commotion."

His nonchalant attitude was completely out of place amidst the tense atmosphere of gunfire and explosions in the camp.

If it weren't for that menacing mech that was beginning to take shape, he would probably just be an ordinary old man who had given up hope of survival.

Clearly, this calm is not despair, but rather a sense of composure.

It was as calm and collected as that of a peerless master.

When this old man, who never showed his true colors, pulled out his trump card, Rein knew that things were going to develop differently than he had imagined.

This old man, who has been silent for thirty years, is about to give everyone a big surprise.

Rein sat down and suddenly forgot why he had come back.

"Rein, I'm sorry to have caused you trouble these past few days."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Tuster spoke first.

He said with a rather emotional tone, "Today, my old bones can finally be of some use."

Apart from a gentle smile, there was no trace of fear or panic on that aged face.

He looked at Rein with the kind eyes of an elder and said, "Don't worry too much. You'll be with me in a moment, and I'll get you and Karl out of here alive."

Hearing the old man's tone, Rein looked up at him with surprise.

Is this meant to comfort me?

Suddenly, he remembered why he had come back.

I brought Bazel with me precisely to support Tuster and his grandson, and then see if there was a chance for everyone to survive the Beast Tide together.

But now, this old man has actually stolen the lines with a wave of his hand?

And the old man is so certain about something that even Bazel isn't sure about?

The rescuer has become the rescued, which is quite dramatic.

Before Rein could recover from his daze, the old man had already begun making arrangements for what would happen next.

"But we need to wait; now is not the best time to break through."

Tuster explained, "The Beast Tide is currently rushing into the base, but the High-tier Demonic Beast are mainly concentrated around the three Mechanical City. The fiercest battle will begin once the Mechanical City are breached; we'll prepare for a breakout then. Staying in the camp now is actually safer than venturing into the wilderness."

Tuster's plan was exactly the same as Bazel's idea.

He astutely assessed the current situation and made the most rational decision.

"Ah?"

Rein was stunned again upon hearing this.

Old man, you've said everything, what am I supposed to say?

"Don't look at me with those strange eyes. Although the old man's body is useless, his senses are still intact."

Tuster smiled, assuming Rein was surprised by his grasp of the situation, and added, "Back then, I was at least a Mechanic [Munitions Expert] who had broken through three Gene Locks, with increased expertise in both perception and brain development. I could still sense this commotion in the camp."

Rein listened with a strange expression.

His brain-developed magic potion sequence makes his physical combat strength weak, just like his teacher, Ilubeck.

It seems that Tuster's confidence can only come from the combat mechs behind him.

At this point, Rein seemed to remember something, pointed to the Six-Armed Mech, and asked, "Grandpa Tuster, is this the mechanical armor you made?"

"Yes."

Tuster's eyes gleamed as he spoke.

He looked at the steel behemoth with a sigh, "More than thirty years have passed, and I thought I would never have the chance to use it in my lifetime."

As if he had returned to his spirited youth thirty years ago, Tuss's gaze suddenly became extremely aggressive.

"Hehe. That's fine too."

His gaze was piercing, and he said with a half-smile, "Before I die, I'll let those self-important guys from the Oma Royal Academy of Sciences see just how high the bar is in the field of mechanics!"

These words exuded an overbearing arrogance, making no attempt to conceal his contempt for the Oma Royal Academy of Sciences.

I am the "ceiling" of mechanics in this era!

At that moment, the sound of gunfire grew closer and closer.

The surging Beast Tide is approaching.

"Alright, Rein, I should stretch my legs too. There's an Alloy Bunker in the tent; if you feel unsafe, you can hide there."

Tuster didn't say much, Mechanical Arm helped him quickly climb into the nearly ten-meter-high armored control room.

Then, a series of crisp "click" sounds were heard, and the eight octopus-shaped Mechanical Arm were completely embedded in the control slots of the Deer Head Mech.

After merging, the old man's aura grew even stronger. It made Rein feel as if he were seeing the most dazzling flame in the night sky soaring into the heavens, destined to shine brightly.

"People generally say that mechanics are a group of support-type Transcendent are obsessed with the study of external objects and have weak physical combat strength, and can never reach the heights of the 'Ten Great Legends'. I have never thought so."

These words sounded like a soliloquy, yet they also seemed to be a declaration to the world.

Just before putting on the helmet, a piercing, domineering glint suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Today, I, Tuster Forentus, will vindicate the mechanic."

His expression was solemn, and he let out a soft murmur.

"I am the Mechanical Legend!"

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