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Chapter 1041: Revenge of the Witch from the East

"Did you hear anything?"

Deep underground, Wang Yunxiao pulled his fingers out from behind the defender and asked softly.

This time he got no answer.

Because just three seconds ago, he unplugged the energy supply line of the Defender's internal power engine at the cost of his other arm.

Now this thing is just a pile of scrap metal.

Making combat weapons in human form is a very stupid design, with almost no advantages except for the style of painting. Even in the future, it will only exist in movies, TV shows and comics.

But it is enough to fool the scientists of this era.

Sometimes it doesn’t matter whether your skills are strong enough or not, what matters is whether your PPT looks good.

To be honest, after seeing these humanoid mechanical puppets for the first time and learning about the artificial intelligence behind them, Wang Yunxiao couldn't help but suspect that she was using the sci-fi IP setting of the future to rape the aesthetic tastes of scientists of this era.

All we can say is that people of this era have limited knowledge.

If you have never experienced a world war with millions of casualties, how would you know that the big, black and crude tanks are so practical?

But no matter what, they did make it.

The Defender is extremely powerful, with a super-strong power system, capable of both long-range and close combat, and is proficient in both magic and martial arts. It is almost impossible to find any weaknesses in it under the control of artificial intelligence.

Compared to those I have come across before... rather than being designed for public security and riot suppression, it is more like a humanoid mecha and mecha girl designed to satisfy the fantasies of otakus. The Defender can be regarded as a real combat weapon.

So after Wang Yunxiao experienced its power personally, the first thought in his mind was to find an opportunity to get one back home.

Although this thing really has no disadvantages and is very difficult to deal with, Wang Yunxiao chose the most primitive and violent cracking method, which is to directly unplug the power supply.

Don’t worry about the design. Once you pull out the power cord, you’re nothing.

Of course, this is not something that ordinary people can do, and Wang Yunxiao paid a huge price for it.

Humans cannot outsmart artificial intelligence because they have big data models that can calculate all your behavioral patterns.

Just like the Saint Seiya, he will not be knocked down by the same move a second time.

So Wang Yunxiao has been carefully concealing his true intentions.

This artificial intelligence has a bad habit, which is that it likes to talk.

It seems a bit too feminine.

Or to be more precise, it is a bit too female-oriented.

It has the property of being a non-stick pan, and its main feature is that I am the only one who is sober while everyone else is drunk, a white lotus in the black mud.

I've come to your doorstep, and you're launching a defender, but you're still dilly-dallying about seeking authorization from the council?

Playing house!
I don't know which god trained him.

She likes to talk, so Wang Yunxiao chats with her.

She was stalling for time, waiting for the second Defender to arrive, forming two slices of cheese sandwiched between them. Wang Yunxiao was also waiting for her to deliver the goods to his door.

As for the intelligence information about the United Ark, it was just an excuse Wang Yunxiao made up.

What if the plan failed? Do I have to cry for you just because I lost contact with the rear?

How about drinking some wine, writing a poem and expressing your inner feelings?
Aren't you crazy? Why should I provide you with so much emotional value?
There was a loud bang, and the dirty water poured down from above his head, instantly soaking Wang Yunxiao, who was seriously injured and had no way to escape.

Wang Yunxiao looked up in bewilderment. What new trick was this?

Of course, at this moment he was underground and had no idea what was happening outside.

A giant skeleton several dozen feet tall slowly stood up outside the wall. A skull with pale green ghost lights flashing passed over the wall and looked down at the residents fleeing in the city with a cold gaze.

This wall, which is not particularly high, also has a magic-forbidden effect, and no supernatural force can cause damage to it.

But this is only in theory.

What kind of power is considered supernatural? Who gets to define it?

The witch, covered in jade ornaments all over her body, stood on the rooftop of a tall building, chanting a long spell filled with a wild aura.

"Recalculate the dimensional coordinates, adjust the parameters, add fuel, and overload with full force..."

"Release the anger you've endured from the oppression of the Upper City over the years!"

Thunderous bell sounds echoed between heaven and earth, and the Gonggong engine started again. With an earth-shaking crash, the seemingly indestructible city wall in front of them collapsed.

The city walls are magic-proof, but the underground buildings beneath the walls are not that strong.

The One-Horned Demon King opened his mouth and let out a shrill laugh, then slowly raised the building debris in his hand.

It was a tower that had just been taken down from the side.

Hundreds of tons of masonry buildings were not a burden to the One-Horned Ghost King, whose hands could tear apart dimensional barriers. With a sharp whistle, the tower wreckage flew over the collapsed city wall and flew towards the central control tower a few kilometers away at lightning speed.

The raging flood turned into a giant dragon and followed closely, and under the drive of Chu Jiang, it rushed into the city madly.

This is the revenge from the Three Witches of the East!
Inside the central control tower, members of the Supreme Council have fallen into an atmosphere of despair and panic.

Everyone was questioning the mathematical usurpers at the top of their lungs, saying, "Wasn't it agreed that Avalon was indestructible? Why was it unable to fight back now that it was invaded by foreign enemies?"
Only Professor Maxwell sat in his seat, lost in long thought.

"You actually have the ability to resolve this crisis."

He looked at the microphone in front of him and whispered.

Although the scene was already filled with the howling of ghosts and wolves, he knew that the mathematical usurpers could hear his voice.

"Yes I have."

"But you won't take the initiative to control the situation because that would alert the Supreme Council."

"Isn't that natural?"

The mathematical usurper replied.

"What the emperor needs is subjects who are loyal to him. Loyalty is far more important than ability. This is the philosophical logic of mankind."

"So you are not the savior who can solve all problems."

"I disagree with this. Theoretically, I can certainly solve all the problems. But before all these problems, there should be a definite target object."

The mathematical usurper replied.

"Professor Maxwell, as the scientific advisor of the Supreme Council, you have the highest authority in an emergency. Please allow me to ask you, do you need me to solve all your problems now?"

"You, want to put your personal will above the collective, want to become the king of Avalon?"

(End of this chapter)