"Is he really coming over to help? Isn't that kind of condescending... Ah, I mean, he's just too impatient!"
In the already collapsed Target Number One area, Long Qi, acting as an "assistant," was relaying synchronized intelligence to Mountain Lord.
At this stage, Mountain Lord was indeed under considerable pressure. Ronan's "roll call" had visibly darkened the face of this Extraordinary Species "operator."
The bubbles, flames, and chaotic mixture rising and falling from the surrounding swamp mud were clearly a true reflection of his inner emotions.
That Imprint Function Configuration was completely useless. Despite having something as intimidating as the "Heaven-Man Landscape—Demon Subduing Diagram Scroll" as a so-called "reference system," when they actually tried to do it...
"Imprint failed."
"Insufficient effective imprint components."
"Configuration synchronization rate too low. Please retry."
Such prompts came one after another without end.
Long Qi could not help wondering whether, if he told Mountain Lord where Standard Bearer—the Artificial Intelligence issuing these notifications—was located, this Extraordinary Species big shot, already gloomy enough to combust from within, would burn down that North Shore Gear laboratory afterward.
Well, the reason he was having such dark thoughts was because he himself was also being crushed beneath a flood of failure messages...
"Insufficient analytical precision. Please adjust operations according to the manual."
"Coordination synchronization rate too low. Please adjust operations according to the manual."
"...Please adjust operations according to the manual."
To hell with your manual!
If you've got the guts, send me the manual. This old man will recite it backward on the spot, believe it or not?
Damn, even this old man didn't believe that himself.
Long Qi felt as though he was about to assimilate with the surrounding Swamp Zone.
By Standard Bearer's standards, as an unqualified "assistant," and under this premise that he truly