Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

"The sentiment readings indicate that your answer is truly erroneous. This is the only thing I want to confirm."

Lin Si was somewhat surprised.

"You also have sentiment analysis modules?"

"some."

Schwarz's answer remained calm, but Lin Si felt there was a hint of...arrogance in those two words?

Fine, let me be arrogant then.

Lin Si talked with Schwarz for a while, telling him the location of the gold key and the input gold key. He explained every model and every position in detail.

Schwarz recorded the blinking frequency of the electronic eye, finding it to be very stable.

"Swarovski, take Oleg with you to activate it. Then bring the automated robots back and distribute them uniformly."

Swallow nodded, while Oleg hadn't said a word from the beginning.

He could tell that Bronya was discussing important matters with Schwarz, so he simply stood quietly to the side, his eyes darting back and forth between Bronya and Schwarz.

Now that Bronya and Schwarzroth had clearly finished their conversation, he couldn't help but ask:

"Bronya, are there many automated combat robots here?"

Lin Si and Schwarz exchanged a glance and smiled.

"Why don't you and Schwarzlo go and see for yourselves?"

He waved to Oleg.

"Alright, I'm leaving now. Don't worry about me, these rift creations pose no threat to me."

After saying that, he turned around and walked back without looking back.

Her steps were light, and her long gray hair swayed gently behind her.

Schwarz nodded to Oleg, signaling him to follow.

Oleg took a deep breath and followed.

The two walked along the rock face.

Schwarzlo's robotic arm sprang out a cutting blade, flashing blue light, and the rock wall was sliced ​​open layer by layer.

Oleg was initially able to remain calm.

One, two, three... he was still counting.

When he reached the tenth machine, he paused for a moment.

When he reached the thirtieth unit, his expression showed some surprise.

By the fiftieth unit, he finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"My King of Amber!"

The sound almost echoed throughout the entire valley.

Am I dreaming?!

The echo reverberated through the valley several times before disappearing.

Schwarzkopf's electronic eyes blinked.

"According to the calculations, you are not dreaming."

Oleg stared, mouth agape, at the rows of neatly arranged mechs on the rock face, watching their red eyes light up one after another.

"This...this is too much..."

"There are approximately 1,200 mechs hidden in the rock face here."

Schwarzko's voice remained steady.

"They are also distributed in other areas. The total number is approximately eight thousand units."

Oleg felt he might need to sit down.

He held onto the rock face and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

"Eight thousand units..."

He muttered to himself.

When he was looking at the data with Bronya, he didn't really have any strong feelings about it.

Because those are just numbers, and Schwarzlo also said that many of these 'numbers' are unusable.

But when these 'numbers' are actually placed in front of you and activated, the shock is immense.

He had only one thought in his mind: Bronya had just said that these automated robots would be given to Swallow and they would distribute them together...

Bronya...

How could they trust them so much?

Schwarz glanced at him, his electronic eyes flashing.

Then he turned around and continued cutting into the rock face.

The blue light flickered.

One mech after another slid out of the rock face, stood up, and lined up in formation.

The red eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit mining area.

It's like a long dragon that's awakening.

Lin Si has already gone far away.

He walked briskly back to the upper level.

He heard Oleg's cry of "My Amber King!" from behind, smiled, and turned around to look.

In the distant valley, one can vaguely see blue and red lights flashing alternately.

"Even if it's a dream..."

He murmured to himself, then shook his head.

"It was a good dream too."

Chapter 66 This is not something I should have to bear at my age.

In the afternoon, at Shence Mansion.

Lin Si scratched her head and cheeks while looking at a "Budget Application for the Industrial Development Department," her expression as painful as if she were being forced to eat cilantro.

The document lay spread out on the table, the densely packed words resembling a swarm of ants crawling on the paper.

What are these "materials required for the iteration of standard weapons for the Cloud Cavalry Army", what are these "annual maintenance cost estimates for the Starship Dock", what are these "material allocation and coordination plans between the Engineering and Construction Department and the Sky Ship Department"?

He recognized each line of text, but couldn't understand them when they were put together.

This thing is much harder than the dungeon walkthroughs in games.

Jing Yuan sat beside him. The General held a teacup in his hand, watching him handle government affairs with a constant smile on his lips.

"What? This is already a problem?"

Lin Si sighed, put down the document, leaned back in her chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"General, I understand you now. I truly understand."

Jing Yuan laughed.

"Understand what?"

Lin Si's gaze shifted from the ceiling to the pile of documents in front of her, her eyes vacant as if she were looking at something from another dimension.

“Those who call you a ‘blind general’ should really be allowed to try handling these political affairs.”

He paused for a moment.

"Seriously. Who can withstand this kind of standstill?!"

Jing Yuan's lips twitched, and he reached out and tapped his head.

"The battlefield of the Immortal Ship General is not only outside the Immortal Ship, but also inside the Immortal Ship."

He pointed to Lin Si's legs.

"When your leg heals in the future, you'll not only have to learn how to handle government affairs, but you'll also have to practice martial arts diligently. At that time, things won't be as 'easy' as they are now."

Upon hearing this, Lin Si sighed, about to say something, when she suddenly realized something.

He sat up abruptly, his wheelchair wobbling. He turned to look at Jing Yuan, his eyes shining like light bulbs.

"General, is there a way to cure my legs?"

Jing Yuan smiled and nodded.

"It's just one approach. Don't have too high hopes. After all, the 'Heavenly Flaw' is a problem that even the Immortal Ship has failed to solve in ten thousand years."

He paused for a moment.

"However, this path belongs to Ms. Nguyen Mai, the 81st member of the Genius Club and a genius in the field of life sciences."

Lin Si's pupils dilated slightly.

genius.

These two words carry more weight in the world than any title.

In the Genius Club, each individual has reached the pinnacle of human, or rather, intelligent life, in a certain field.

Nguyen Mai is one of only two geniuses in the field of life sciences in the entire history of the genius club.

The other seat was too far forward, and the person in question had already passed away.

Therefore, she is currently the only living person who has the potential to solve the "heavenly deficiency".

Lin Si couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

No, I'm really looking forward to it.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair a few times, his mind already wandering.

Jing Yuan looked at his expression and smiled.

"Okay, don't think about it so much."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then gestured with his chin towards the pile of documents on the table.

"These are the things you should be thinking about right now."

Lin Si's gaze fell on the document, and her expression instantly dimmed.

How awful!

This is something I shouldn't have to endure at my age!

Jingyuan watched from the side, a smile never fading from his lips.

"Little Linzi."

"Ok?"

"Do you know what the first thing I did when I was appointed general?"

Lin thought for a moment.

"A battle was fought?"

"No."

"Reorganize military affairs?"

"No."

What is that?

Jingyuan put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and spoke casually as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"I sat in my study, staring at these documents, and spent the whole day in a daze."