Crackle, crackle!
The flames devoured the entire wooden cabin, and the burning timber occasionally gave off sharp popping sounds.
After cutting down all the weeds and thorny vines around it, Duke watched as the blaze dwindled from roaring flames to embers. Only after confirming it would not spread did he turn around, satisfied.
He stepped directly onto the jar's disk-shaped body.
With a wave of his left hand, the jar swiftly crawled forward. Its six mechanical legs rose and fell over all kinds of complicated terrain, yet its disk-shaped body remained perfectly level, so Duke did not sway in the slightest while standing on it.
"I have to say, the balance was tuned incredibly well. The Puppet Scholar is impressive!"
In his previous life, he had followed Boston Dynamics and watched promotional videos of robot dogs. They were quite agile and stable, but compared with the jar, they were utterly outclassed.
Once the jar started moving, even steep slopes of seventy or eighty degrees were as flat as level ground beneath its feet.
The six mechanical legs were more nimble than tentacles, and no obstacle could block its path.
The front ends of the mechanical legs had suction-cup-like structures, packed with countless sharp spikes inside. Their grip was superb, and they made not the slightest sound as they walked, practically like a ghost. They were incredibly fast, too, reaching a top sprinting speed of one hundred kilometers per hour.
When necessary, the jar could even support its body with just one mechanical leg and maintain its balance, or walk using only two mechanical legs.
Thus, the jar was equally adept at hauling and manual labor.
As for the 3rd Ring Arcana solidified in its six mechanical legs, the energy consumption was far too great. With less than one percent of