Thirty minutes after leaving Ed's controlled area, the abstract response force led by [ Gill's Cuisine ] and [ Western Sharpshooter ] finally encountered the group of marked Blood Corpse.
The Fluorescent Velvet Grass, which feeds on flesh and blood, emitted a pale blue, cold light in the darkness, illuminating the pale, thirsty faces of the surrounding Blood Corpse.
Players activated their night vision and began the battle according to their pre-rehearsed maneuvers.
The so-called pre-rehearsed operations sound impressive, but in reality, they are just some common teamwork techniques, such as one person tanking the attacks of the Blood Corpse while two others quickly kill the enemy from the side, or combining kiting tactics with ambushes, and the most basic thing, at least helping to revive a fallen teammate.
If Ed hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that a cosplay abstract team could have such combat power.
But they were not just for show. Although the cowboys didn't have revolvers, the nobles didn't have private armies, and even the knights didn't have horses, and everyone moved on foot during the battle, they still managed to defeat a number of Blood Corpse that were seven or eight times their own size.
However, this area was outside the Root Network, and Ed, through the players' eyes, looked at the Blood Corpse lying on the ground, and couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken at this waste.
Inside the castle, he thought for a moment and then assigned a tree-planting task to the group of guys who had been killing Blood Corpse outside the territory.
Although he cannot extend his roots to this place due to the restrictions of the Territory Secret Pact, as long as he uses the flesh of these Blood Corpse to Cultivation plants, and then he can harvest these plants later, it will be equivalent to enjoying this inheritance.
"My lord, are you listening?"
The man's voice suddenly reached Ed's ears, and he immediately refocused his attention on the prototype in front of him:
"Yes, I'm listening, I'm listening."
Gray had noticed that Ed had been daydreaming, but he didn't seem to mind.
This lord's talent in mechanics is truly astonishing; my own knowledge of mechanics has almost been completely exhausted by him.
The last person he'd met with such talent was his wife, Nora. He wondered how she was doing in the Great Labyrinth City, and whether she'd received any compensation from the authorities...
Thinking of this, Gray felt he had to work even harder to help the boy in front of him defeat the Blood Corpse as soon as possible, so that he could have the chance to return to the Graycast Corridor.
Thinking of this, Gray composed himself again and said seriously:
"This 'enhanced' bio-armor, modified according to your requirements, can now be installed on the Hoofed Beast, but there are still a few problems that cannot be solved."
"You say."
"The first problem is that, in order to maximize the performance of this kind of armor, many joints need to be screwed in with bone screws to function, but this will damage the integrity of the Hoofed Beast's body and cause them a lot of pain."
"What if we use a 'replacement' type of implant?"
"The conditions here aren't suitable for manufacturing and implanting that kind of implant, and Hoofed Beast can't communicate with humans, so we can't persuade it to lie on the operating table."
Ed nodded thoughtfully; he roughly understood what Gray meant.
After reviewing the blueprints presented by the other party, he and [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] had already built a prototype. However, the threaded bone nails on the surface of the implant were not just for show. After being implanted into the body, they looked like the metal fixators that are added to the outside of the body after a severe fracture of the hand or leg in the real world.
The thought of running away with this thing made Ed shudder, but for many residents of the Graycast Corridor, it was perfectly normal, perhaps due to the rules of that area.
After thinking for a moment, Ed pointed to the location of the bone nail and asked:
"If we replaced all these parts with wood and further improved the Hoofed Beast' adaptability to plants (i. e., [ Plant Compatibility ]), would things be better than they are now?"
Gray's lips twitched, and he replied with some surprise:
"Of course it would be better, but can you really do that?"
What he didn't say was that if Ed could improve the adaptability of the Hoofed Beast ' bodies in a certain aspect, why not directly improve Hoofed Beast Mechanical Compatibility?
Ed mentally communicated with Little Green, confirming the extent of his current abilities, and then looked at Gray again:
"Not now."
Gray was truly shocked. Not now? Does that mean it'll be possible later?
He sized up the young lord, who looked to be no more than twenty years old. Could this guy be some ancient monster from the Tree Worship Church, someone who's lived for who knows how many years, plotting a comeback...?
"Then this issue is settled. We will replace this part with wood, and I will also take precautions to prepare future Hoofed Beast. This should solve the problem."
Gray nodded:
"I have other questions."
"Go on."
Gray looked at the experimental suit he had created and said with a strange expression:
"The Hoofed Beast armor you asked me to make has four legs."
"That's right, so what?"
"But from my observation, the number of Hoofed Beast in this area is generally between three and seven, and most of them cannot wear this set of equipment."
Ed also remembered that the gene sample he extracted was actually called [ Many-Footed Hoofed Beast ]...
He glanced at Gray, barely suppressing a smile:
"That makes sense. From now on, we'll basically only use four-legged Hoofed Beast or six-legged creatures, prioritizing four-legged ones, so there's no need to worry about that. You'll only need to make a maximum of two sets of the prototype bio-armor."
Gray jotted down information about the two prototype suits in his notebook, then looked at Ed and said:
"One last question."
"What?"
"This suit might be a bit uncomfortable on the Hoofed Beast's butt..."
"Let's leave that aside for now... let's build it first, and we can overcome the shortcomings gradually."
Ed reached up to rub his forehead, somewhat surprised by Gray's thoughtfulness.
You don't even have a butt anymore, yet you're still so thoughtful?
Gray nodded in agreement.
"Then I'll head back now. If you don't have any other tasks assigned to you, my priority right now is to manufacture prototype armor for the six-legged Hoofed Beast and half-body armor for humans."
"OK."
Having received permission, Gray picked up the hammer beside him and prepared to hop away. Just as he raised his arm high with the hammer in his hand, a sickening metallic creak suddenly came from Gray's body.
After a brief pause, a gear, along with the crankshaft, fell out from behind Gray's left shoulder and slammed heavily to the ground.
Gray's left arm suddenly lost its strength. He turned his head and looked at Ed blankly before losing consciousness.