A land battleship, also called a multi-legged fort, is actually a super cannon mounted on a movable mechanical platform.
As part of the planetary defense plan, although the multi-legged turret moves slowly, with the cooperation of the portal, the moving speed of 60 kilometers per hour is enough to be deployed to any location around the world within the specified time.
There are two multi-barreled Gatling cannons under the front belly of the multi-legged turret, like spider fangs, and the other turrets all over the body are like bristles, showing that it is unique.
Sensors, turrets and force field shields all over the body make it a truly capable land battleship that can resist and attack.
The prophet looked at the shadow above his head. Even the nano-biochemical warriors could not restrain their panic when encountering such war weapons.
Especially the Gatling gun that can be walked in while standing. The prophets want to ask, when did this kind of weapon appear?
A red light flashed in the prophet's eyepiece, and he was scanning the super weapon in front of him.
But the ensuing lockdown made him completely panic.
What locked onto the Prophet was not the main cannon, nor the spider's fangs, but the 'bristle' leaning towards him. But the diameter of the muzzle was enough to flatten a football field among World War II artillery.
"Hey! Friendly troops! Friendly troops!"
The shepherd stood in front of the prophet and waved wildly to the multi-legged fort.
As the lock on the multi-legged fort was lifted, the shepherd breathed a sigh of relief and said to the prophet: "Don't let it happen again! If you do it again, I will be blown into powder with you!"
The prophet also knew that he almost harmed his comrades around him, so he quickly said: "I understand, this won't happen again."
A hidden door opened on the multi-legged turret, and the tactical humanoid robot walked out and jumped to the ground.
Seeing this, the shepherd quickly said to the prophet: "This is a land battleship controlled by the research department. Remember, don't touch anything in it!"
The prophet raised his hand obediently under the gun of the tactical humanoid robot and asked: "Is there any difference?"
Shepherd began to be inspected by the tactical humanoid robot and took the time to answer: "The combat troops are only responsible for combat, but the research department needs to evaluate the effectiveness of weapons. No one knows what weird things they have brought. Maybe whichever room opens the door will self-destruct."
instruction……"
The shepherd and the prophet were hung on the ropes around the waist of the tactical humanoid robot, and then were taken into the body of the land battleship by the tactical humanoid robot.
In the command room of the land battleship, a middle-aged man with a warning in his hairline looked at the prophet on the screen and commented: "Good equipment, but it's just good..."
Then the middle-aged man picked up the coffee brought by the Marvin robot on the side, put it carefully under his nose and smelled it. This action made his beautifully groomed beard stained with the fine foam of the coffee.
Raising the coffee cup, the middle-aged man asked Dumbledore on the side: "Would you like a cup? Coffee beans from the world of the Final Emperor, cultivated with the magic of elves, have endless aftertaste..."
Dumbledore asked for a glass with a smile, put five times the amount of sugar in it, took a sip and said: "It's really good, it feels really good..."
Seeing this, the middle-aged man came closer and asked, "Can you tell me what it feels like to perform magic? Is it like having some kind of substance or energy extracted from the body, or does it cause mental malaise?"
Dumbledore was a little surprised. He was in charge of the frontline research of the entire multi-legged fort but knew very little about magic. This was not in line with the Space and Time Administration's personnel appointment regulations.
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes. Either the person in front of him was a bastard, like Panticost's stupid son.
Or, the person in front of him is an absolute genius, and he has only been recruited for a short time, so he has not fully understood everything about the Space-Time Management Bureau.
"It's probably like a regular feeling, using its own magic power to move the world..."
Using the simplest language to explain the feeling of magic, as the conversation continued, Dumbledore found that the man in front of him was getting deeper and deeper. He even had to think about some questions for a long time before he could answer them.
The conversation was not terminated until both parties reached the blind spot of knowledge.
The middle-aged man touched his beard and suddenly became curious about Dumbledore again.
"Can I ask how old you are? Does magic have the effect of extending life?"
"I was born in 1881, which is of course my world. I am 149 years old this year, and I feel that I can live another fifty years. The main function of magic is to let me explore myself inward, which will make me
Dominate your own body and soul."
The middle-aged man nodded and said: "I understand, it should be that energy research and rule application will affect the body and spirit to varying degrees..."
Using his own understanding to summarize and comment Dumbledore's explanation, the middle-aged man began to inquire about the magician's information in front of Dumbledore, regardless of whether Dumbledore was happy or not.
The middle-aged man seemed to have very high authority, and he easily found out what kind of person Dumbledore was in front of him.
With a hint of surprise, the middle-aged man asked: "You are actually the master of the world? Although you are only half of it, how can you participate in such a mission? I applied for the magician to participate only to prevent the fort experiment from collapsing.
I want to try to see if the repair spell can help..."
Dumbledore was quite relaxed. It was an open secret that he was very enthusiastic about all the tasks of the Space-Time Administration.
Unbeknownst to the person in front of him, Dumbledore was willing to explain and befriend him, saying: "I once made a mistake. My sister Ariana died in a magic duel. I need to contribute points to resurrect her. Unfortunately,
If it weren't for the fact that contribution points can only be transferred through inheritance, Aberforth and I should have enough points..."
In order to prevent someone from using threats of purchase to steal money from the Space-Time Management Bureau, special exchanges can only be done with personal contributions. And the cost of resurrecting a person would make even Dumbledore break his head.
However, when he heard these words, the middle-aged man asked doubtfully: "Is this point difficult?"
"Isn't it difficult?"
"Is it difficult?"
Dumbledore decided to explain it to the young man carefully and said: "Contribution points can only be exchanged for recruitment tasks or major contributions. For example, for this task, I can get one point. If a major crisis occurs, it can be used in the subsequent settlement process."
The number of appeal applications has increased..."
The middle-aged man touched his chin and asked in disbelief: "So how difficult is it?"
Dumbledore immediately reacted. The man in front of him didn't know the value of contribution points, and coupled with his unfamiliarity with things in the Space-Time Administration, there was only one way to explain it!
He has a way to get all the points he needs in a short time!
Holding the middle-aged man's hand, Dumbledore asked with a trembling voice: "How do you get enough? Do you also want to resurrect someone?"
"Uh... create several new alloys, then optimize the system of the tactical humanoid robot, provide an artificial energy structure, reorganize the existing communication network, customize a computing power optimization for Red Queen and VIKI, and provide a
By strengthening the potion and finally adding the nanobiological costume making this time, I should have enough points to resurrect Maria. So is it really difficult?"
Dumbledore asked in disbelief: "What kind of monster are you?"
Dumbledore was almost an on-demand task machine in the Space-Time Administration, but his contributions over the years were not as good as the middle-aged man in front of him.
"What science fiction world are you from?"
The middle-aged man waved his hand and said: "What kind of science fiction world is there? I also experienced World War II. It was only 1991 when I died. I didn't catch up with the legendary World War in 1999!"
Dumbledore had the urge to switch to science and technology. His contribution as a master of magic could only be regarded as a clown in front of this middle-aged man.
"What a terrible monster..."
Regarding this title, the middle-aged man began to refute, saying: "If you say monster, you should say that Rorschach. No, he should be the devil! How can anyone regard resurrection as a reward?"
"But I have to say that he also gave us hope..."
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly collapsed, and he reluctantly agreed with Dumbledore and said: "Yes, I just don't know how that annoying brat in my family is doing now. I asked Rorschach, but he obviously knew
Just don’t say it!”
Dumbledore stretched out his hand to the middle-aged man and asked, "Don't you know your name yet?"
The middle-aged man reached out and shook Dumbledore's hand and said: "Howard Stark. You can call me Howard or Stark..."
"So, Howard, are you interested in doing something big? There's more to magic than just that..."
Dumbledore began to induce. Howard glanced at the watch on his hand and said coldly: "If you can put away your mental suggestions, I might agree, but now, it's better to go back to your job."
Bar……"
"Sorry...I..."
Dumbledore wanted to explain something else, but Howard waved behind him in disgust, signaling for him to leave.
"Everyone must be responsible for their own actions..."
Howard turned around and stopped communicating with Dumbledore. The tactical humanoid robot beside him also raised his weapon and issued a warning.
Dumbledore sighed and left silently, having done something wrong in his haste.
Howard didn't have any real resistance to Dumbledore. In his own world, he had long been accustomed to communicating with various politicians. Those were the bad ones who could really deceive people. Dumbledore's methods were still based on magic.
It can be said to be inferior.
Howard said without turning his head: "Marvin, ask the little raccoon to send me the collected information and do a comprehensive test on that muscle pretender. I want his scan data."
"The tactical humanoid robot began to move the multi-legged turret, taking us out of the battle order. I want to test the strength of the ceph master brain, activate all protective methods, and prepare for a zero-distance attack."
