Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 563 Skeleton Man
"I don't deserve the title of 'general'." The skeleton next to the security spider said calmly, "I am just an ordinary foreman of the empire."

"—So, what about General Screamer?"

"He's out for something, so I'll be responsible for receiving you." Punk chuckled twice, speaking in a mechanical tone, which sounded quite strange.

In terms of identity, this skeleton was indeed the foreman in charge of producing mechanical spiders in the empire, but that was in the past.

Now, the empire is long gone.

The factories under the control of the other party have probably lost the ability to manufacture Iron Spiders and Security Spiders. All they can use now are the stocks accumulated over the years.

But he did not deny the other party's words, nor did he dare to deny it.

Because, to use the popular words in human society today... Spider-Foreman is a true war-grade.

Even taking into account factors such as the change of memory and the decay of the body, this skeleton is still an existence that cannot be underestimated, and is also their powerful ally.

The only problem is.

As a member of the [Screamer] model, he only takes orders from the former commander of the Screamer Corps, "Screamer"... As the name suggests, the general is the prototype of all Screamer MK1 skeletons.

Placed in human society.

It's probably equivalent to the relationship between father and son.

Sure enough, upon hearing that his Screamer General was not here, Spider Foreman's interest and attitude obviously dropped. He threw the chip directly to Punk: "This is what you asked me to bring back... I don't understand why you and the General care about him so much."

"Ouch." Punk took it carefully, afraid of crushing it by mistake. "Spider General... Spider Foreman, you are well aware of the cunning and unpredictable nature of humans. We don't want to fall into the same trap again."

The Spider Foreman was noncommittal: "My pups are out of gas... As agreed, you have to fill them up for me."

"Of course." Punk agreed, and raised the chip in his hand. The transparent silicon showed psychedelic colors under the scorching sun. "I'll send someone to paint your beloved offspring... I'm free anyway, do you want to come with me and take a look?"

He pointed at the chip and invited.

Spider Foreman: "Yes."

Punk laughed again, but his face was stern. He waved to the top of the towering Tower of Abuse, and several skeletons came down, carrying maintenance tools and fuel in their hands.

However, these skeletons are different from Punk and Spider-Foreman... they do not have heads equipped with optical sensors and central processing units.

"..." Seeing this, the Spider Foreman seemed to be touched by something and said, "Are they... your Majesty's 'Storm Slaves'? This is the first time I have seen them."

"What else?" Punk laughed, "You and I both know that he is the only one in the empire who is qualified and willing to do such a thing."

"General Screamer and I are only providing them with a place to stay...please."

He gestured.

The Spider Foreman did not respond to him immediately, but watched the headless man known as the "Storm Slave" refuel the safety spiders and iron spiders behind him... After a long while, he saluted like a Screamer:

"...Everyone, thank you for your hard work."

Naturally, the headless people did not respond to him - having lost their heads and central processing units, they no longer had any consciousness after such a transformation. Even as mechanical life forms, they were no different from being killed.

Just follow the set procedures.

Excuting an order.

He wiped the equally rusty mechanical spiders under his command over and over again.

"Uh-huh." Punk maintained his posture and continued to gesture.

Spider Foreman then turned his gaze and followed the engineer-model skeleton into the Tower of Abuse.

Inside the tower, there were more skeletons working... without exception, they all lost their heads. Everywhere you looked, there were abandoned instruments and machines, as well as several fallen safety spiders. In the vast hall, there were rows of ancient maintenance beds and lab tables that were extremely valuable in the outside world... but many of them were damaged and could no longer work.

Spider Foreman did not have any special reaction to this.

Because in his machinery factory, everything was pretty much the same.

A thousand years is too long.

Even against skeletons, it is enough to destroy many things.

Everything is in ruins.

Punk took the skeleton man all the way to the third floor. Unlike the various instruments on the first two floors, there were all kinds of electronic torture instruments and cages placed here.

And without exception, they are all targeted at the skeletons.

This made Spider Foreman feel a little uncomfortable.

But when he thought that this was arranged by General Screamer, he had no objection and didn't say anything more.

"Just like when humans lose their reason, they become like animals. Those 'children' are unable to restrain themselves, and occasionally we need to discipline them." Punk did not shy away from saying, "Probably once every few hundred years."

Most of the cages were empty.

When heard through Spider Foreman's receiver, his words became more credible.

At this time, a noisy and hoarse voice came from the empty third floor:

"Agnunununu——"

Spider Foreman's attention was drawn to the obvious mechanical sound, and Punk smiled and said:
"It's right here."

Having said that, he walked over.

I saw a skeleton man tightly bound by shackles in a rusty steel cage. Unlike its companions downstairs, it had a head.

Moreover, unlike Engineer Punk and Screaming Spider-Foreman, this skeleton's head is a large protruding camera, which can undoubtedly see far away.

"Agnu!"

Seeing the two people coming, the skeleton man seemed to go crazy. He stood up suddenly, sparks flew from his iron body and shackles, and his arms grabbed the railings tightly.

"Skeleton warrior..." Spider Foreman was stunned. He recognized the other party's model - because of the existence of this iconic camera-shaped head, their perception ability is beyond ordinary people, and they often serve as snipers in the Empire.

However, he did not understand why this type of skeleton was called a "warrior" - in comparison, his own "Screamer" had a greater bonus in close combat ability and was more suitable for the modern battlefield. The Screamer Corps was also one of the most famous and powerful in the Empire.

On the contrary, the Skeleton Warriors were usually sent to the Police Camp. Except for the end of the Empire, the world was quite peaceful most of the time, factories were producing at full capacity, and materials were extremely abundant... It was the most wonderful period, with almost no crime, and the Police Camp only needed a little supervision, it was a place for retirement, and there was no need to fight.

In the later period, the empire was in turmoil.

The work of maintaining public order was also handed over to the reformed and strong law enforcers...

Could it be that when the Creator designed the Skeleton Men, he thought that those models that were good at using bows and crossbows for long-range combat would be more suitable to serve as warriors... This was very difficult for Spider Foreman to imagine.

"Why doesn't it talk?"

Spider Foreman noticed that the skeleton warrior in the cage did not communicate in any meaningful way except struggling frantically and making sounds similar to "Agnu".

Obviously, its head is still intact.

Seeing his companion in this state, with scratches and sparks all over its body, the Spider Foreman felt a little bit reluctant and subconsciously wanted to open the cage.

(End of this chapter)