Production finished.
The doors of the Small Robot Factory swung open, spewing great clouds of choking white steam, as though it were not a factory opening, but a giant oven someone had forgotten to turn off.
"Cough... cough, cough."
Cui Xiya was close by and caught a faceful of steam, dropping toward the ground like a crashing aircraft.
Yang Yi was completely unaffected. Sensing that this production run was different from all the previous ones, he watched the factory doors and prepared for battle.
Because whatever was coming out seemed to be some sort of living creature.
He could only see its shadowy outline, but there were many moving, whip-like objects flailing about, constantly slapping the ground. It did not seem like the sort of commotion a mech could make.
A long-barreled flintlock appeared in his hand. With his left hand, he removed his eyepatch and saw past the thick white fog obscuring his vision, getting a clear look at the freshly manufactured "mech" nearby.
One thing was certain: the thing they had produced had departed from Cui Xiya's original design, becoming uglier and more grotesque, to the point that it was difficult to even consider it machinery.
The flailing objects were flesh tentacles tipped with mechanical claws. They extended from the wolf mouth on the mech's abdomen, constantly slapping the ground as though searching for something.
According to Cui Xiya's original design, these fleshy mechanical claws should have been metal chains, but the finished product was nothing of the sort.
Yang Yi raised his gun and aimed, intending to destroy this mech that exuded an eerie air from head to toe.
After all, what kind of mech had fur growing on its surface?
That was a trait only animals had!
"Don't shoot!"
Cui Xiya recovered from the fumes and