Chapter 1718 The Death of Graz'zt (4) (Please vote for recommendations! Please vote for monthly votes!)

Author: General Yehang

Chapter 1718 The Death of Graz'zt (4) (Please vote for recommendations! Please vote for monthly votes!)

As they walked through the passage, the sand crunched under their feet, and a biting wind blew the sand into their faces.

This seems to be the same neighborhood covered with yellow sand.

However, Quess can clearly feel the difference between the two places. This is a sense of alienation in space, and it is very easy to distinguish the difference.

Just as they walked out, two figures made of steel and flesh were rolling toward them on armored tracks. Both Ques and Fokrik were waiting in place without making any move.

However, the demon lord who was a little bit tongue-tied couldn't help but said: "These are two half-flesh and half-mechanical golems. That guy Graz'zt doesn't like having other flesh-and-blood creatures serving him in his palace - this is due to the

His perverted XP - at the same time, he doesn't like the cold touch of the golem... Can you tell me, how are these two golems made?"

"I saw one had three modified engines, and the other was powered by magic. In view of their similar appearance, I have to suspect that the same person made them. It was just because they were not proficient in the technology that they could not carry out the process.

Large-scale production.”

Fukrik: "..."

The two figures came closer. They were Graz'zt's "praetorian guards", the ones that the Lord of Darkness kept the most in the Swan Tower complex. They were servants and guards rebuilt using bionic technology. They were like

The face of the corpse stared blankly from the nest of sights and data lines, and the weapon and wand shape on its body (which was actually a wand) tracked Quis and Fokrik until they stopped.

A loudspeaker on the chest crackled.

"Identify, two life forms. They are not hostile. Please follow, Master Craftsman Fluri... and his servants."

Ques glanced at Fukrik.

They followed the pair of heavy-duty, half-flesh, half-mechanical chamberlains as they walked through a preset stone path behind a dune landscape toward a special building surrounded by towering walls. Ques pointed at one of the small houses with a veneered surface.

Many ceramic shields for thermal insulation are folded back to form a workshop illuminated by welding arcs and spark eruptions.

"What work is being done here, Master Craftsman?"

Fukrik was stunned for a moment before continuing: "The craftsmen there are making new 'Guards'. Obviously, there should be some accidents or accidents that have caused these units to be unable to operate normally and can only be used as a unit."

A very primitive electric welding method for manual assembly."

He did not comment on the row of prepared "coffins" outside the workshop. These containers are used to contain discarded products, their biological components will be sorted out, and the appropriate parts will be selected to be put into the new ones.

Body.

The Praetorian Guards signaled them to enter a workshop and wait outside. Inside the workshop was a chaotic mess. Wires were layered on panels and pipes, and hundreds of pieces of equipment were trembling, buzzing, and sparks flying.

An efreet in robes walked out from his kind surrounding the central stage and said to Fokrik.

"Master Craftsman Frary, we are very much looking forward to your arrival. I am Technician Nome, the senior craftsman of the Swan Tower. I am honored to participate in the production of the 'Prætorian Guards' under your leadership."

." Nomu looked haggard and expressionless. Only his djinn elemental body lacking bionic organs and his brilliantly colored robes could distinguish him from the chamberlains.

Two other technicians gathered behind him. Noam pointed at each in turn and announced their functions with dull efficiency.

"Technician Adesantos, responsible for the construction and maintenance of the assembly line."

A fat giant spirit nodded. His lower body was not an elemental body, but floating directly in a brazier.

"Boer technician, rune technician, is responsible for the inference and imprinting of magic lines."

That Bol was a short giant spirit who looked very nervous. He seemed to be about to speak, but was interrupted by Norm.

Norm obviously did not get along well with the other people present. The others ignored him at all and just immersed themselves in writing and drawing on the round platform in the middle of the workshop. From time to time, they summoned a flame to forge a mechanical arm on the spot.

of……

Just as Norm continued to prepare to say something, an alarm suddenly started to sound. Although it was not noisy - compared to the never-ending sound of forging in the workshop - it never stopped.

On the round platform inside the workshop, a screen made of magic light suddenly appeared. The screen flashed, showing a grid with moving icons. Noam glanced at it and said: "Those Imperial Guards discovered something.

We should be able to detect it at any time. There are eight unknown biological sources there, six hundred meters away to the west. We should see them soon."

Following the giant spirit's words, the screen flashed and the exact icon was displayed. The craftsmen in the workshop were now fully immersed in their work, and their fears and worries were gradually diluted because of their work.

"There are eight more, also at 600 meters, approaching from the southeast. Those things seem to be testing the defense of the Swan Tower, I think so, oh, there are more! Here, from the southwest, the third group of intruders

Six hundred meters to the north, wait to see the reaction of the 'Forbidden Army'."

Norm pointed out the bright spots that appeared on the screen one by one.

Outside, the color of the sky in Zela Tower City (the collective name of the capital of the Triple Kingdom) has deepened to an impenetrable black. Only the powerful arc light on the top of the Swan Tower can barely maintain sight.

Nomu provided the coordinates of the enemy to the Praetorian Guards, while Quis and Fukrik surrounded the divination screen constructed by advanced prophecy spells. The Praetorian Guards in the Swan Tower (that is, those half-machine, half-flesh)

The bionic chamberlain) has constructed several defense lines, which are displayed as a rough X-line, and they are containing the intruders.

The red triangles tried to bypass the siege from multiple directions in a zigzag formation, but they were always blocked at another angle. As Nomu fiddled with his fingers, the Guards symbols on the divination screen immediately gave feedback.

, they began to move to the southwest, and soon had a firefight with the enemies who had sneaked into the Swan Tower Palace Complex from the southwest. The small arrows flying back and forth on the screen formed a perfect match with the flashes seen through the observation ports around the workshop.

Echo. What is even more worrying is that crackling and roaring sounds like distant lightning are rolling in and seem to be advancing towards the workshop.

The concentrated firepower of the Praetorian Guards was overwhelming the invaders to the southwest, and the red triangles quickly dimmed, and some disappeared completely.

Only two Praetorian Guard icons showed an unusable gray-black color, but under Quis' gaze, one of the red triangles instantly brightened, and its attack caused the other Praetorian Guard icon to turn gray-black. To the southwest

, the enemy is forcing its way through the interception of the Praetorian Guards. There are only three of them left now, but they still penetrate the encirclement network of the Praetorian Guards in a tight wedge formation.

On the divination screen, red lines were interfering with their path forward, which was the result of the passive triggering of the defensive spells inside the Mystery Lock of the Swan Tower. Because some of the alchemy nodes arranged in that direction as prophecy spell nodes were broken,

Therefore, the light spots on the screen gradually became blurry. The giant spirit Nomu had to take matters into his own hands, using his own energy to maintain the operation of spell props, and at the same time limitedly deploying spell traps to block the enemy. The red icon representing the enemy appeared again and again.

It dimmed once, but quickly recovered, and they would soon break through. And the red cursor in the north began to move.

Fukrik said: "The invaders from the north are coming too."

Norm said, "I know."

Most of the Praetorian Guards turned north, leaving only a small group of troops to deal with the broken invaders in the south.

The fierce exchange of fire was getting closer and closer, and Ques no longer paid attention to the spell divination screen. His eyes turned to the scene unfolding outside the window. Outside the workshop used to assemble the Guards, sporadic gunfire suddenly sounded, and then

What appeared in his sight were the sparks generated in the explosion. Several Guardsmen appeared in his field of vision. Their tracks ran over the ground and splashed out a cloud of mud. They began to drive towards the place where the enemy appeared, towards his field of vision.

Fire on anything marked "unfriendly" within the area.

Inside the factory, more Imperial Guards also hurriedly completed assembly, and were pulled off the assembly line without even debugging.

They lined up in neat lines, using magic, steam, fuel engines... many types of propulsion methods, and began to charge towards the enemies approaching the workshop.

Quess has seen those "enemies."

They look terrifying: their shiny metallic skin and ferocious bodies are highly symbolic. The only purpose of their creation is to convey this message to all races in any language and across the gaps of time -

—You are both food.

They are the Zerg race.

"Enemy attack!"

Norm suddenly let out a horrified roar, because a bright spot suddenly appeared on the divination screen, and what a coincidence, that bright spot was located at the precise coordinate point of this workshop!

at the same time--

Accompanied by a loud cracking sound on the ground, a huge insect-shaped creature with extremely swollen jaws suddenly rushed out of the ground among the dust and sand, swallowing some of the people standing next to it when it appeared.

Unfortunate craftsmen and half-finished Praetorians.

It is the burrowing python of the Zerg.

This kind of Zerg can take the lead in digging tunnels far below the surface for the Zerg Swarm to bypass the carefully constructed defense lines of objects regarded as "biomass" by the Zerg Swarm. After crossing its boundaries, the Digger Python

It will wreak havoc among the panicked enemy troops, using its over-developed tail to cause as much massacre and destruction as possible before escaping underground again.

Because it shoulders the burden of infiltration, the burrowing python can use a method similar to the manifestation of psychic powers to suppress enemy detection-whether it is spells or psychic detection-with only some slight vibrations, it is burrowing.

The only warning before the python appears.

It is precisely because of this that it accidentally triggered the motion sensor arranged by the Nome craftsman for the Guards assembly workshop, and was finally discovered. Otherwise, it is very likely to achieve the achievement of "perfect infiltration".
Chapter completed!