These Blood Corpse are so far apart, aren't they living a little too comfortably?
So he waved his hand and ordered that the lateral and longitudinal spacing between the Blood Corpse workstations be shortened.
The pilots are practically driven to depression by these unsolvable escape room puzzles, and you power components actually want your own workstations?
That's utterly outrageous!
So at his suggestion, the other three quickly got to work.
The entire power compartment was quickly reconfigured, and the Blood Corpse became like a tourist attraction during a holiday, where they would bump into each other if they made any slightly large movements.
But the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] doesn't care about any of that, since doing so would free up half of the power compartment.
Inside the "Die -King of Fall Resistance, I Guess " where every inch of space is precious, every inch is extremely important.
So what should be done with the empty space at the bottom?
The answer given by [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] is: Add new power components to increase the output power of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.
The power components of the mobile fortress can actually be divided into two parts: one part is the Blood Corpse, and the other part is the mechanical assembly of the pedals under the Blood Corpse's feet.
As the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] pulled out a blueprint from somewhere like a blue-headed Doraemon, everyone began their clumsy imitation of the pedal mechanism.
However, the result was not as good as they had imagined:
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] is a Dragonborn, Harvest wooden parts from him is clearly a mistake; he can only be responsible for some sanding and assembly work.
Of the other three, only [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] was able to skillfully manipulate the basic Directed Alienation and obtain relatively precise parts. [ Shit Appraisal Master ] and [ Good Times Don't Last ] were like two kindergarten children playing with clay.
Under their manipulation, the growth trajectory of the Aberration plant became as absurd as a scribble.
The things these two made couldn't even fit perfectly on the surface; the tolerances were so large that you could fit a finger inside.
Looking at their "masterpiece," [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] finally unleashed the most vicious curse he had ever uttered since getting into " World of Disorder ":
"Be thankful, if you two had been born in the Graycast Corridor, you would already be hanged for blaspheming the invention of the Grand Foundry Master."
The three of them immediately looked at the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] with teary eyes. Having no other options, the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] could only sigh.
"My companions are incompetent; it seems I have no choice but to find someone else to lead the way..."
He looked at the three of them and asked:
"You guys wouldn't mind having a few more people in the team, would you?"
Seeing that they were not much help, the three shook their heads. They were already useless enough, so having more helpers wouldn't hurt.
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] thought for a moment and said:
"Since you can't do this, then go do something else."
The three men's eyes lit up immediately, and the "engineer" pointed towards the upper trapdoor and said:
"Since we're going to expand, why not bring in some Blood Corpse beforehand? The three of you can manage that, right?"
The three of them immediately looked up, and the sound of the Blood Corpse stepping on the upper deck continued to echo.
Blood Corpse are creatures that people both love and hate.
In the Wilderness of Chaos area closer to the Second Holy See, the Blood Corpse have now been killed to the point of being a Class II protected species by the Holy See.
But deep in the Wilderness of Chaos, far from the Second Holy See, the Blood Corpse are as numerous as stray dogs on the roadside.
Things that would cost money to buy in the Second Holy See are everywhere here, and right now there are at least forty or fifty Blood Corpse walking around above everyone's heads.
After watching the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] leave, the three immediately began their operation.
Working together, they made a small hole in the ceiling, which was the edge of the top deck.
The Blood Corpse quickly discovered the place and swarmed over.
However, the opening was too small; even if only one humanoid creature could pass through at a time, it would still feel a bit crowded.
The Blood Corpse, used to being crowded together, naturally couldn't get in.
As for the three people inside, they could use this hole to capture the Blood Corpse one by one from the outside into the warehouse.
The captured Blood Corpse was quickly tied up like a crab and thrown into the lowest cabin, and smiles slowly crept onto the lips of the three men.
The Second Holy See, Valhalla.
The [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] appeared near a relatively remote Teleportation Tree.
He covered his face with his collar, afraid that someone would see where he was.
After winding his way through several turns, he stopped in front of a wooden house.
Bang bang bang.
He knocked on the door of the cabin, and a lazy voice quickly came from inside:
Who is it?
"It's me. I need your help with something."
Upon recognizing the familiar voice, the wooden cabin door was immediately opened from the inside, and a disheveled-looking man pulled the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] into the cabin.
The room, only twenty or thirty square meters in size, was filled with materials waiting to be processed, semi-finished equipment, and various homemade tools.
And the one who created all of this is none other than the veteran player standing right in front of [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ]—[ Do Some Farm Work ].
At this moment, this player who just launched the game doesn't seem to be at home; instead, he looks like he's been working a day job on an assembly line.
His face was covered in gray-black dust and grease, and his work clothes were stained with the marks of time, making him look like a classic "half-mad" character from an adventure game.
These types of characters often have strong obsessions. They are either Master are determined to forge the best sword in the world, or alchemists who are only missing one ingredient to create a panacea. At the very least, they are mysterious old men who can provide the main characters with advanced technology at any time.
Although [ Do Some Farm Work ] looks far from being an old man in terms of age, he almost perfectly fits the image of an NPC in other aspects.
If [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] hadn't already recognized the other party and been able to see his ID, he would have really thought that the Second Holy See had produced a mad scientist.
"How come you've changed so much in just two weeks?"
"[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ]" asked with some doubt.
"What's wrong with that? Don't you think of any mysterious figure or anything like that when you see me?"
"That does make that connection..."
"Then I have achieved my goal."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] chuckled and patted [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] on the shoulder:
"I want people to immediately think of that type of character when they see me."
"What's the use of this?"
The [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] is puzzled by this.
Unexpectedly, [ Do Some Farm Work ] responded calmly:
"It looks professional."
"Just for this?"
"Just for this."
"Then I have a better idea..."
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] pushed up its non-existent glasses:
"Do you want to listen? It might be a little dangerous."