Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 635: Tin Fist (Combined Chapter)
The anti-slavery fighters had finished their rest and were ready to set out on their journey again. Mr. Gray shook his head, shaking off the doubt from his mind.

This time, although he was cooperating with the Red King, he could guess that the other party had many secrets, some of which could not be revealed.

That wasn't something he needed to worry about.

Not to mention, if there are secrets hidden.

Isn't it the same on my side?
As the team moved forward, the sky darkened and heavy snow began to slowly fall from the air.

Someone reached out to catch it, and the "snowflakes" fell into his hand and shattered immediately into bits of sand and grass ash - the snowfall coming from the south was not ice water, but large flakes of solidified dust.

Ashes filled the sky.

The gray snow was falling and it was choking. All the anti-slavery activists pulled up their scarves and masks, but they felt at ease in their hearts, because it meant that they were not far away.

Adventures in Stober.

This kind of environment is quite normal.

If you explore further out, it is said that the land there is covered with thick ash, with layer upon layer of remnants of civilization that have been burned out over thousands of years.

At this time, a strong wind blew by.

The dust was blown up.

If this was just ordinary dust, it would not be a big deal, and the people present would not have any inconvenience or impact based on their strength. However, large pieces of dust broke apart when they hit the human body, and the inside was as hot as roasted charcoal.

The heat makes the skin tight.

Even dust that has just burned and has not yet cooled down would not be like this. It can only mean that it contains some corrosive chemical elements that stimulate the human body and make the nerves produce the illusion of being burned.

The anti-slavery activist who was leading the way narrowed his eyes. Just as he was shielding himself from the dust with the back of his hand, his pupils suddenly lit up and he shouted in surprise, "Tin..."

The rustling of his robes covered his voice, and all he could see was a cloud of dust dancing around. A figure in a robe stood in the middle of it, with a neat tie around his waist and a high canvas collar flapping around his neck like weeds in the wind.

This outfit is like a wanderer on a journey, traveling through such a dangerous place. Even an ordinary anti-slavery activist would wrap himself up like Mr. Gray, but this person has bare arms and feet, exposed.

From this point of view, he looks like an ascetic monk.

However, no one present was surprised, or rather, they felt it was natural... because the other party's hands were iron gray.

A powerful bearing turned, and the skeleton brushed off the dust covering the camera and waved to them.

"Tin Fist." The Bee Prince walked out and continued his companion's words.

The number one wanted criminal in the United Cities, a brutal metal man, a merciless killing machine, who had been at large for so long that people began to doubt whether this criminal really existed and was not just an official fabrication. On the other hand, the Empire tried its best to erase his existence and did not want ordinary civilians to know about his relationship with the anti-laborist group...

But he was also a true leader of the anti-slavery movement.

Tin Fist.

At this moment, seeing the anti-slavery people, the skeleton's face was as stiff as iron. Originally, it should have no expression, but when he saw him waving, it seemed that the machine was smiling.

Mr. Gray did chuckle, and was about to step forward, but unexpectedly, a gust of wind came from behind him, and the anti-slavery protesters had already taken the lead, knocking away the oncoming dust and gathering around Tin Fist.

Compared to Hui, they are more unrestrained.

The Bee Man Prince was stunned, shook his head, stopped, and met the Skeleton Man's eyes.

"Thank you for your hard work." He heard the other party say.

With this greeting, the joy of the anti-slavery supporters' gathering suddenly cooled down, and they all seemed to have remembered something.

"Boss Tin Fist." After a pause of a few seconds, someone spoke up, "Marian..."

"I already know." The skeleton said, "I haven't received any more signals from him... He has gone silent."

Marion, like Tinfist, is a Skeleton and one of the first to follow him in founding the Anti-Slavery Movement.

The signal transmission devices on their bodies have not been disconnected. Even though they can no longer communicate instantly, they can still feel each other's presence intermittently after encryption.

"That's why I rushed back so quickly." Tin Fist's voice was a regular mechanical one, without any ups and downs or emotions. It made people feel as if he was just reporting. "At this point in time, the anti-slavery forces need me the most, right?"

The second half of his sentence was directed to the gray standing on the outermost layer.

"That's right." The Bee Prince stepped forward, and the crowd split into two sides. "Otherwise, if the United City takes advantage of the victory to pursue us, I really don't know what to do."

"But they didn't ask for anything, did they?" asked Tin Fist.

"Yes." His words reminded him of something and Hui nodded slightly.

"You've always been like this." Tin Fist paused and said, "I knew it was right to leave it to you."

Although all the anti-slavery activists knew that their boss trusted Mr. Gray, precisely because they were too familiar with each other, Tin Fist would not praise Mr. Gray for every incident on a daily basis - if he really did that, the sound machine would be worn out and need oiling, and there would be too much to say.

It is relatively rare to express something so bluntly in front of so many people, as in this meeting.

This shows how much importance it attaches.

Unexpectedly, the anti-slavery activists were slightly agitated when they heard this, and seemed to be hesitant to speak. Hui knew why, so he coughed lightly and said, "This time... it's not my credit."

The skeleton man tilted his head and looked around, somewhat confused.

Of course he knew that although Hui was the designated person to complete a task, there were many strong anti-slavery fighters who were responsible for the division of labor and execution. The so-called credit was not a job that could be undertaken by one person alone.

But rewarding people based on merit is Mr. Gray's own job, so there is no need for him to mention it additionally or point it out specifically.

This surprised him.

"Remember the young man you asked me to meet?" Gray smiled.

"he?"

Even without saying everything, Tin Fist understood.

"That's right. If I hadn't known that you had been in the south these days, I would have thought that you had seen him in advance... You are still so good at judging people." Hui said, "I can only say that it was more surprising than I expected."

"Let's talk about what happened exactly when we get back." "Is that so..." Xiquan pondered for a moment before whispering slowly.

After spending a long time with these "human" brothers, even though he is just a machine, he has developed the habit of deliberately speaking out some fragments of logic - this has no meaning, but it can make himself appear more approachable.

He knew who Gray was talking about.

——The nameless one, traveling north on the road.

As a skeleton, he has seen the rise and fall of nations throughout history. Unless it is extreme suffering or glory, there are very few things that can catch his eye - to some extent, this is exactly the point that he tells himself he needs to correct, or at least appear to have corrected.

This is also the teaching from that master.

When you stand too high.

You may turn a blind eye to the mundane world.

So, by chance, he noticed the unknown man who was quite young both in terms of the age of the skeleton man and the lifespan of humans... Perhaps in human society, he was already well-known, a strong man who could control a city and an army... But Xiquan was well versed in the meaning of ancient languages, and the skeleton man's thinking was always disturbed by the strange title of "Nobody". What's more, these achievements were really nothing to him, and following the other party's self-proclaimed title was also a respect.

However, the small size of the seedlings does not mean that they cannot grow into towering trees in the future. He also adhered to the teachings of his master and specially entrusted the beeman Prince Hui to take care of and remind him when he was free before leaving.

It is never a good thing to be associated with anti-slavery people... The fate of Marian, his once loyal servant, the service machine... and now the ronin mentor, is an example.

But, listen to what Hui said.

Not only did Lu Beiyou receive his praise and recognition, he even helped them a lot in return... Both of these things were somewhat surprising.

Tinfist knew too well the vision and abilities of his bee-man prince.

"Okay." He nodded, knowing that Hui's subtext was that after they reunited, they should hurry back to the base, as this was not the place to talk.

However, to Gray's surprise, Xiquan stopped talking and did not show any intention of leaving immediately. Instead, he put his hand into the inner sleeve of his coat and robe.

His mechanical frame was tall, and this dust-proof coat was specially made. He had just been standing here before, with the wind howling, and no one had noticed that there was something hidden inside.

What is so important?
Can't wait a moment.

Gray was a little surprised, but when he saw Tin Fist's mechanical hand extending from his robe, his pupils, which were half covered by bandages, suddenly widened - it was a blue sphere, with interface synapses all over its surface.

Intelligent core.

"You're back to the Land of Ashes?" The bee man reacted and took a step forward, but he didn't look at the scientific research props and relic crystals that should have been very valuable... Instead, he quickly looked at Tin Fist's whole body with a hint of worry in his eyes.

The Land of Ashes, a true forbidden zone for life.

It is undoubtedly related to ancient civilization.

Even the technology hunters who claimed to have explored it actually only wandered around the periphery from a distance. Even so, they found the blueprints and records of the "Old World" long-range weapons, and after returning, they helped the mechanics successfully develop the Old World crossbow.

He won the Iyo Prize that year.

What was strange was that although the Mechanic at the End of the World issued a commendation, he later used internal channels to warn his subordinates and Black Scratches, asking them to reduce or even stop their exploration of the Land of Ashes, or at least not to go any deeper.

Tin Fist's original route was to the Gray Shelf and Dark Sky, but when he came back, he had an intelligent core in his hand. Gray immediately determined that he was heading to the true end of the continent, the Land of Ashes.

Even though Tin Fist had been invincible for a hundred years, he was alone after all... As expected, after Gray checked, he found some scratches and gaps on the back of the opponent's coat, but the anti-slavery people were too excited before and didn't notice it.

It is normal for clothes to be damaged during an ordinary long-distance drift trip, but this dustproof coat, although ordinary, is actually a masterpiece of woven protective gear. Even a sharp blade cannot hurt it. And the man wearing it is Tin Fist. Logically, no one in the world can even touch him as long as he wants. Yet, it is damaged... Gray suddenly became nervous.

But just as the bee man was about to lift up the clothes to check, he was stopped by an iron hand.

Tinfist rolled up his sleeves with a little embarrassment: "Don't be too nervous, it's just a few scrapes... I'm fine."

Although there were some rust on the skeleton's exposed iron body due to endless years, there were really no injuries under the coat.

"Ahem." Mr. Gray realized his gaffe and took a step back amid everyone's amused gazes. He secretly felt relieved and his gaze finally focused on the intelligent core in the Tin Fist's hand.

Undoubtedly, this was what he originally wanted himself to see.

Indeed, to the world, the intelligence core is indeed a treasure, but to anti-slavery people, the tin fist holding it is much more important.

"What series is it?" Gray asked.

With the living history of Tin Fist and the learning ability of the Bee Prince, the anti-slavers' understanding of the intelligent core is no less than that.

"Universal type." Xiquan said, "It can be connected in parallel to help speed up the simulation interpretation speed of other intelligent cores. At the same time, it can also operate independently, covering most scientific research fields... Of course, the interpretation speed of a single field is extremely slow."

At present, the anti-slavers do not have any other intelligent cores, so the first function is basically useless. However, for them who live in seclusion in the mountains, the general artificial intelligence core is more useful. It is of great benefit to the independent development of the base and can greatly reduce dependence on the outside world.

Self-sufficient.

A smile appeared under the face covered by gray. This was indeed a happy event.

But then, his expression froze.

Because he noticed that Tin Fist had just briefly introduced the first two functions of the universal intelligent core, but had missed the last one.

And based on the previous communication between Tin Fist and him, Hui knew clearly that this last function was the most important ability of the universal intelligent core in the past few thousand years of history.

For this reason, universal intelligent cores do not exist in any ancient relics and cannot be found through archaeological excavations - because their carriers are movable.

This function is:

Greatly enhance the combat, calculation, memory, simulation... and all other abilities that people can and cannot imagine.

To be effective, it needs to be installed inside the body.

Just as human warriors love their precious swords and armor, the universal intelligent core has long been possessed and used by the strong among the skeletons.

In the past, all of them were heroes in the Second Empire.

Noticing Gray's gaze, Tinfist's hand holding the smart core froze for a moment, then he nodded: "It was one of my comrades...in the past."

“This time, I saw him for the last time.”

(End of this chapter)