Inside the dining hall on the second floor of the Right Imperial Castle.
Su Xiao took a sip of somewhat bland oatmeal. Standing behind him was Wufur, who was less than 1.7 meters tall but exceptionally stocky.
"My lord, I've already selected the people you wanted. Shall I have them come in now?"
Seeing Su Xiao put down his bowl, Wufur spoke at just the right moment.
"Sure."
"Come in."
As soon as Wufur finished speaking, three people entered the dining hall. One of them wore full black armor and stood around 2.5 meters tall, with a body more than 1.3 meters wide. His presence was like that of a tank, and each step produced a dull thud. Including the weight of his armor, this fellow weighed at least 800 jin.
On either side of the black-armored biological Tank stood a plump man with a greasy face and a thin, fair-skinned youth. The youth had a head of messy black hair. Aside from his face, all his exposed skin was covered in black tattoos, most of them formation diagrams whose meanings were unclear.
Wufur pointed at the black-armored biological Tank and said:
"My lord, this is Number Ten. The Empire once used the corpses of supernatural beings for experiments. Number Ten was one of the successful results. He has a half-mechanical structure, which deprived him of his ability to speak and his sense of pain. Including the weight of his armor, he weighs 1,165 jin, and his brute force is enough to smash through an eighty-centimeter-thick Mys armor plate."
As Wufur spoke, he took a strangely shaped key from his robes and inserted it into Number Ten's arm.
Pfft~
Steam gushed out, and two red lights appeared beneath Number Ten's helmet.
"He's activated, my lord. As long as it's an