"Don't put this item on the bills of the guests just now. I paid for it out of my own pocket."
Three days later, there was a mobile biochemical maintenance shed next to the newly opened Unloading Point Two.
[Mechanism Master] used the toe of his work boots to hook a heavy-duty material basket in the corner toward him. He waved his hand towards the workshop steward who was holding the scanned code Terminal for accounting. Then he lowered his head and continued to use a small diamond bone file to finely polish the alarmingly large metal armrest in his hand.
The steward stopped scanning the code and glanced at the complex force diagram spread out on the table, and then at a heavy arc-shaped shield standing next to the workbench, which was about two meters high. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch:
"Old belt, the inner diameter of your set of arm guards is a full eighty centimeters... Are you making protective gear for yourself, or are you planning to stuff the entire hydraulic leg of the micro Mecha into it?"
"If I could grow such thick arms, would I be able to hum and repair the chainsaw with you at the bottom of the slope the day before yesterday?"
[Mechanism Master] laughed heartily, and slapped the thick short shield beside him with a green-gray cold light with his backhand, and made a dull iron echo like a bell:
"For that big guy outside who's missing an arm."
Outside the maintenance shed, strong winds stirred up dry sand and dust on the wasteland.
The Tier Three Ancient Guardian, which was seven meters tall and covered with mottled stone armor, was squatting silently in front of a dark red Divine Vein that had just revived.
After the main army advanced across the board, some guards were naturally left to take turns stationed at the newly opened meridian nodes along the way. And this veteran, who had broken his forearm in the decisive battle of Main Brood, has been stationed at this busiest unloading slope for the past few days.
It used its only remaining right palm to hold down a crumbling piece of Foreign Waste Shell, and its huge hill-like shoulders were slightly bent downward, allowing hundreds of slender and silky Divine Body Weaver to walk calmly through the gap between its instep and the rock.
On its side, the fracture where the left forearm was missing has been completely sealed by tight granulation, but the empty section of the elbow still looks particularly dazzling and desolate under the edge of the hard exoskeleton.
[Mechanism Master] Looking at the majestic back through the dust-proof plastic curtain, the playful expression in his eyes gradually subsided.
In the past three days, various vanguard regiments have sent back tens of thousands of broken armors, including missing knee pads, replacement knee pads, and cracked heat-melt replacement plates for breastplates;
Players who have broken arms and legs cannot be treated in time, so they can simply wait half an hour after the battle to reshape their armor, recycle the old armor or receive a set of spare equipment, deduct the experience and Bio-Energy, and earn them again, and they will be a good and active hero again.
But that ancient god's guard was like a rock nailed in the storm from morning to night.
The empty section... is so abruptly empty from beginning to end.
"No one assigned you a task, but you posted thousands of Bio-Energy's Tier Three hard materials yourself?" the manager couldn't help but ask.
"Hmm." [Mechanism Master] lowered his head and blew away the bone powder in the gap between the slide rails, and said in a calm tone, "This piece was originally a personal item that I planned to keep for myself to modify Double-Burst Bone-Spike Cutter. Install it first."
He pointed to the long line of busy trucks outside in the smoke and dust, and laughed at himself softly:
"I followed my father's footsteps and ate the land reclamation bonus for three whole days. I made a lot of money. I can't look back. My eyes are only focused on how many scraps of armor my father dropped from his heels. Can I pick them up and sell them for money?"
[Mechanism Master] In reality, he is an eighth-level fitter in Workshop, a large shipbuilding industry.
Entering this divine world full of flesh and blood and machinery, his obsessive habits about tolerance dimensions, self-locking fixtures, and mechanical transmission lines have not changed even a little bit.
From [Life Weaver] to [Flesh Artisan], Second Advancement joined the unpopular [Flesh Modifier]. He has cut expensive materials into pieces and blown up countless precision pieces. The bone components. In the training of accompanying large troops to dismantle creations and hunting with the team day after day, he repeatedly adjusted the body load and Psionic Circulation, and finally crossed the evolutionary threshold of level 60, and now the level has steadily climbed to LV.63.
But with his current skills, he still can't replace the Ancient's amputated arm.
But the thing he designed is unpretentious to the extreme.
A piece of thick foreign armor piece Tier Three, carefully selected and purchased from the workshop warehouse, was cut into a large arc-shaped shield, and the Four-Link Bracket was installed on the back to distribute the force.
The shield does not touch even one millimeter of the sensitive nerves at the break.
All the gravity and recoil force of the fall are borne by the hard and intact old bone armor of its left upper arm, which is lined with three layers of flexible biochemical fascia that has been deacidified and hydrolyzed.
The external plug is self-locking and can be released with just one pull.
There is no intubation, no skin sutures, and there is no need for this ancient giant who is not familiar with human machines to learn any complicated operating instructions.
"The chamfer of the trigger position needs to be larger."
[Mechanism Master] stuck the heavy arm support on a discarded simulated skeleton, flipped the shield with one hand, and tried the ejection feel of Quick-Release Lock. He frowned slightly, picked up the file, and filed off half an inch of pig iron on the edge:
"Its one hand is thicker than my waist. If the fasteners are made thin and squeezed together, and it wants to remove them later to clean out the trapped debris, it will have to violently crush them with its shield and arms."
The steward looked on happily and kicked the empty box out of the way:
"Would you like two melee Berserker to come over and hold it down for you?"
"By the way, that's a friendly general, not a beef cow on a farm."
[Mechanism Master] He inserted the file behind his waist, carefully wiped every scrap left in the shield with a rag, picked up the two-meter-high heavy short shield with one hand, and strode out of the tent.
"Big man, I can lend you half a minute."
Phew.
Ancient Guardian didn't even look back.
The veins of its remaining right palm popped out, and it pressed down steadily and forcefully, silently moving a 10,000-kilogram rock slab blocking the road to the outside of the cliff. It was not until the last Divine Body Weaver was safely drilled into the ground that it slowly retracted its strength, and its turbid and majestic heavy eyes slowly moved down with a bit of confusion.
[Mechanism Master] He placed the large shield heavily on the ground in front of him.
He first pointed to his left upper arm, then pointed to the arc-shaped arm rest behind the short shield, and made gestures:
"It's designed to protect you from wind, rain and hidden arrows. Hang it on your upper arm. If it feels like it's getting in the way or is too heavy, just unbutton it and it will fall off."
The huge double eyes casually swept over the cold armor, and the huge mouth on the chest and abdomen let out a weak and calm snoring sound.
The next second, its huge body was already turning, ready to move towards the next crack.
[Mechanism Master] The hand raised in the air froze in embarrassment.
"Hey... wait a minute! I haven't finished demonstrating the ergonomic design to you yet..."
The steward at the door of the tent held the door frame and laughed so hard that he almost coughed out his cigarette butt:
"Hahahaha! I'm busy protecting my family Wei Guo and saving the world! Who the hell is like a frontline player, standing up straight and letting you take your measurements?!"
[Mechanism Master] angrily raised his middle finger in the air, took a deep breath, picked up the heavy short shield, stepped on the hard Weathered Dead Shell and caught up with him in a few steps.
He did not force it onto the giant's wound.
When the guards stopped to protect themselves in front of another collapsed wall, [Mechanism Master] stopped on the flat ground three meters away from it.
He inserted his left arm into the enlarged arm rest, hooked the quick-release trigger with the index finger of his right hand, and pulled it lightly - click! The buckle disengaged, and the short shield slid off smoothly.
Afterwards, he picked up the spare skeleton and demonstrated how to place the armrest close to the skeleton and secure the lock with one hand.
"I won't touch your tender flesh."
[Mechanism Master] pointed to the three-inch gap specially left in the inner lining, and his originally rough voice unconsciously slowed down:
"It's only stuck on the intact bone armor on the outside, do you understand? If you feel uncomfortable holding the flesh, pull your right hand here and the whole shield will fall off on its own."
This time, those huge whitened eyes stopped and stared for an especially long time.
It stared intently at the dwarf human's flexible and flying right hand, watching the mechanism emit a crisp mechanical rhythm as it opened and closed, and watched it twice.
Later.
Under the gaze of [Mechanism Master]'s suddenly contracted pupils--
The seven-meter-tall majestic body slowly turned half sideways.
The broken left arm, which was broken at the elbow and covered with an ancient stone armor, fell from the wind and sand in the sky... extremely steadily and slowly, and fell in front of [Mechanism Master].
Hovering smoothly, not moving at all.
The stump even subconsciously avoided the human body, fearing that the hard bone edges would scratch the tiny creature in front of it.
[Mechanism Master] I had prepared a lot of nonsense, but at this moment, it was completely stuck in the back of my throat.
He could even smell the dust and blood remaining in the cracks of the old armor.
The old fitter took a deep breath, his expression solemn and solemn as never before.
He held the two-meter short shield firmly with both hands, first gently attached the shock-absorbing bionic lining to the intact armor groove of the upper arm, making sure that the free slot below did not touch the stump, and then pulled the outer connecting rod with his backhand!
Click! Click! Click!
Three thick and heavy titanium alloy self-locking tenons make a reassuring snap in sequence, locking tightly!
The guard turned his shoulders slightly tentatively.
The shield swung lightly, and the two-meter-long shield was like a naturally growing part of its bones, unbreakable. It stretched out the giant finger of its right hand, awkwardly touched the buckle on the outside of the quick-release trigger, and then glanced down at the human craftsman at its feet who only reached its knees.
[Mechanism Master] took two steps back, spread his hands, grinned and cursed:
"Okay, don't look at it! The tolerances I drove out personally are perfect! You can try it yourself by taking two steps!"
He originally thought that according to the habits of this kind of Berserk god, after installing new equipment, he would beat his chest and roar at the sky twice, and even smash a few pieces of the broken wall next to him to give himself a long face.
However.
Ancient Guardian just lowered his head and stared at the arm armor for a long time.
Then, its huge body knelt down in the wind and sand very slowly and gently.
Not far away from it, a section of the Foreign Waste Shell residual beam hanging on the broken wall on the outside of the driveway was unable to withstand the vibration of the heavy-duty truck, and sharp and fine rockfall debris continued to peel downwards.
Just below the stone beam, two slender and young Divine Body Weaver were lying on the edge of the dark red crack in the earth vein that had just been opened, spinning silk endlessly to repair it.
Phew.
The guard swung his left upper arm horizontally.
The gray-white short shield that had just been installed was like a large steel umbrella that blocked out the sky and the sun, standing steadily and exactly above the heads of the two Weaver.
Snap! Snap!
The whizzing falling sharp stone fragments hit the curved shield surface, slid down the precise guiding slope, and fell into the harmless dead shell empty space with clatter.
The giant man's free, thick right hand finally reached out boldly without any worries. He first supported the swaying dangerous rock above, then broke off the hanging fragment, and threw it into the outside Abyss!
Below, two Weaver made two cheerful chirps, passed through the gap safely, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the earth's veins.
[Mechanism Master] stood there blankly.
He still held the spare alloy latch in his hand that had never been used, and watched the falling rocks spark sparks on the shield. For half a minute, he couldn't say a word.
There is no thundering battle cry.
He didn't even turn around to kill the enemy.
This desolate guard lost his forearm in the bloody battle of Main Brood. His first thought after getting the shield...
I just want to free my hands to block a small piece of rubble above my head for my compatriots who are busy repairing it.
The guard slowly stood up straight, lowered his turbid and majestic eyes, and deep in his chest and abdomen, he slowly let out a dull and gentle whisper.
[Mechanism Master] wiped away the turbid tears from the corners of her eyes that were fascinated by the wind and sand, raised her hand fiercely, slapped her hard breastplate hard, and revealed her bright and open-minded white teeth:
"It's so useful... it's so great!!"
Before returning to the maintenance shed, the steward had already tidied up the messy tool box.
However, before the old fitter could sit down, seven or eight close-combat men who had switched defenses from the front line suddenly crowded in outside the shed.
"Master! That plug-in card slot just now... is the self-locking structure you modified?!"
"Master! Look at this knee pad of mine! It keeps getting stuck in my bones during fights. Can you follow the idea just now and change it for me to withstand the force?!"
"And I have this gauntlet! Last time I had it repaired by someone else, I kept catching flesh when I raised my hand to draw the sword! Pay more! You must change one for me too!!"
[Mechanism Master] Being surrounded by water, the solemn feeling just now was instantly evaporated by the spittle of these rough guys.
He laughed and cursed, grabbed a large wrench and knocked on the table:
"Quine up! You are all queuing up for me! Those who change the buckles stand on the left, and those who repair the lining stand on the right! The shield just now was given to me at my own expense because I liked it. If you big guys who are full of merit points dare to pay me a penny less for my labor time, I will chop you all up with a chainsaw!!"
The shed market burst into laughter.
"Borrowed it, borrowed it for a while."
A crisp sound of metal armor clashing came from behind the crowd. The originally crowded Berserker players subconsciously turned around. The moment they saw the person clearly, they all restrained their laughter and respectfully dispersed to both sides.
[Vanguard Across the Realm] Holding the long knife on his waist, he walked slowly from the unloading avenue into the shed.
He first took a deep look at the giant man with a broken arm who was shielding the road in the distance through the gap in the tent cloth. Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at the ordinary life player in front of him with oily hands:
"You... are the craftsman who made that shield?"
"President, my name is [Mechanism Master]." The old fitter wiped his hands covered with black dust and grinned, "In reality, an amateur who has been doing turning, milling and planing for twenty years has repaired several drilling rigs for your frontline Second Regiment."
[Vanguard Across the Realm] looked serious and nodded slowly:
"I have asked Logistics Department to take note of your support. Are you interested in coming to Dawn Frontline Workshop? Modification orders are priced according to your craftsmanship, and drawings, materials and working hours are listed separately. The Tier Four materials recovered from the front line are also dismantled and trial-produced... You can come up with a plan, and we will supply materials according to the project."
[Mechanism Master] His eyes instantly lit up like two light bulbs, and he patted his thigh:
"Damn, I love hearing this! As soon as I finish repairing these grandchildren's tattered kneepads, I'll go to the Human Resources Office to fill out the form!!"
After seeing off the president of the conference who had so many things to do, the old fitter looked at the mountains of orders piled up on the table, and the uncontrollable joy in his heart almost burst out from the Tianling Gai.
He took out a piece of chalk from his pocket, jumped out of the counter, and took off the small wooden sign at the door that originally read "Affordable Manicure, Bearing Replacement Guaranteed."
With a flick of his wrist, he boldly added a line of large characters at the bottom:
[Note: Special super large non-standard alien armor modification... Negotiable on a case-by-case basis, the construction period depends on your mood!!]
After hanging up the sign, he turned around and looked towards the end of the vast land.
On that sacred dark red earth vein, a short gray shield made by humans is quietly lying across the breeze, blocking the growth of all things.
[Mechanism Master] threw away the wrench in his hand, blew a loud whistle, and strode back to the work station:
"Next one! Who was it that didn't like the gauntlet? Just take off the gauntlet for me!!"