The fairy maid cheers for her deceased master today.

With the formula, the rest becomes much easier.

To be honest, X didn't originally intend to use up so many attribute points directly and upgrade the Equivalent Exchange Ability to level 6.

However, it must be admitted that you can only create what you want after upgrading to level 6.

Since it's already at level 6... why not upgrade it by one or two more levels?

After trying it out, I found that the skill point allocation still conforms to the stereotypes of game players—skill levels cannot exceed character levels.

Of course, X himself is only level 3.

But Elena's level is 6!

Therefore, it can be concluded that the skill level cannot exceed the level of the contracted fairy.

After reaching level 6, X suddenly realized that everything became clear. For example, many light weapons could be generated directly without the need to manufacture parts and assemble them.

However, correspondingly... the energy consumption for both the living and the dead has also increased significantly. A drawback of high-level magic is that it also consumes more energy...

However, this is my own problem, not a problem with magic.

In short, after Elena saw off the fairy Sophie who was leaving get off work, X immediately took Angel back to the workshop and officially began to create the alien mechanical monster.

The upgraded capabilities are as perfect as a precision gear that has been calibrated a thousand times.

Those parts that were previously impossible to achieve due to material limitations and technological bottlenecks—miniature steam compressors, high-precision brass gear linkage devices, power supply and self-destruct cores—are now clearly presented in the form of three-dimensional holographic projections on his system panel, with the tolerances and meshing angles of each part marked with precision.

He quickly constructed the complete structure of the alien machine in his mind: a multi-legged crawling frame with a modern triangular support design, and eight articulated legs forged from brass driven by high-pressure steam pistons, enabling it to move flexibly on muddy and gravelly surfaces.

The monster's internal miniature boiler chamber is encased in a double layer of insulated copper plates, with runestones engraved on the outer layer to prevent magical detection.

The core power supply and self-destruct trigger is hidden inside the cavity of the mechanical head, which is connected to a spray bladder filled with black swamp sludge. Once triggered, it can create the perfect illusion of the aliens escaping, provided the location is right.

Ax quickly drew up the blueprints.

"Angel, please arrange these gears according to their diameter!"

X placed a box of brass parts, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, on the oak mat on the workbench, and the fairy maid immediately bounced over.

She carefully manipulated the gears of different sizes with her slender fingertips, her blue-purple eyes intently comparing them with the design drawings spread out to the side, her long eyelashes fluttering gently with each blink, and occasionally making a cute "uh..." nasal sound when the gears jammed.

As X began assembling the steam power core, Angel proactively brought over a mini wooden stool, tiptoed to help pass the tools, and held the heavy large brass wrench in her small hands, trying her best to maintain her balance as she handed it to her master, humming an off-key folk song she had heard somewhere, her voice soft like cotton candy.

It's been a long time since I've worked with my owner.

Working made her happy.

After all, from the very beginning, she was a maid in the workshop. Her expertise lay in machinery.

The mechanical assembly work continued throughout the night.

Ex used rivets to piece together the polished brass armor plates into a streamlined shell, carefully filling each seam with silt collected from the depths of the Thames Black Marsh—this sticky black substance, mixed with magical potions, would seep out during movement to simulate the tracks left by alien creatures, indistinguishable even to the most discerning hounds.

As assembly went on late into the night, X suddenly noticed a slight deviation in the meshing angle of the core gears. Just as he was about to use magic, he suddenly remembered that he was consuming too much undead energy right now, so he decided to avoid using it as much as possible and simply deal with it himself or find the parts in the warehouse.

Just as he was resting, rubbing his temples, Angel came over with her tools, pointing to a worn spot on the gear with her little finger: "Master, there seems to be a small dent here!"

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed a flaw left over from the casting process.

All I can say is that human effort can never be as effective as magic.

But once you know the problem, things become easier.

Ex immediately fixed it with a file, and the gears finally meshed perfectly.

The most ingenious part is the dual-trigger mechanism of the self-destruct system: when the machine has completed its mission, the abdominal boiler will instantly increase the pressure three times, triggering an overpressure explosion that blasts the internal precision parts into unrecognizable fragments mixed into the ruins; at the same time, the head's jet sacs will spray high-pressure sludge, creating hoofprints and slime marks on the ground as if the aliens were fleeing in panic.

To accomplish this mechanism, the internal workings are exceptionally intricate and complex. Therefore, Axe worked with great care.

Angel squatted by the side the whole time, watching her master's nimble fingers precisely assemble the complex steam pipes and gears, her eyes filled with star-like admiration.

Finally, on the morning of the second day, the alien machine was born.

When X started making adjustments, Angel instinctively hid behind him.

"Master, it looks so scary!"

Angel's face tightened, and the tips of her ears stood up high.

When Ex twisted the start valve, the eight copper legs suddenly began to wriggle as if they were alive, and the miniature steam boiler hissed and sprayed hot white steam from the exhaust port.

The metal casing of the mechanical head rotates left and right, the "eyes" inlaid with red glass beads flash with an eerie light, and the sludge spray bladder makes a strange "gurgling" sound due to pressure changes.

All I can say is that the mechanical movements are too realistic.

Angel screamed in fright and instinctively unleashed her ice flower magic. The crystalline hexagonal ice crystals pelted the mechanical head like shotgun pellets, leaving several scratches.

X then quickly hugged Angel to prevent her from becoming further agitated.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's just a fake." X smiled and ruffled the little fairy's silver hair, took out a polished brass patch from the toolbox, and quickly repaired the damage with a satellite rivet gun.

He then bent down and adjusted the scale of the steam pressure valve. The machine immediately quieted down, and the eight copper legs folded together like the ribs of a folded umbrella. The entire body shrank into an inconspicuous rectangular suitcase, and the mud marks on the surface made it look like a piece of waste abandoned on the edge of a swamp.

Angel breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest as she let out a long breath, but still clung tightly to X's clothes, hiding behind him and peeking at the "monster" with only half of her blue-eyed face showing.

Once it was transformed into a suitcase, the terrifying feeling vanished instantly.

"Angel, look, it's exactly the same as a regular box now. It's not scary, right?"

X patted his suitcase and said with a smile.

Angel timidly moved closer with small, hesitant steps, her little hand gently touching the cold, mechanical surface.

Then she remembered what she had done and immediately lowered her head to apologize: "Waaah... I'm so sorry, Master! I... I didn't mean to break it..."

Her silver hair hung down beside her cheeks, and glistening tears clung to her long eyelashes. Her blue-purple eyes were filled with guilt, like a kitten drenched in rain, with even its ears drooping.

Ax smiled and gently wiped away Angel's tears with his fingertips:

"It's alright, Angel. This just proves that our disguise was convincing enough that even you were frightened by its appearance."

Ex took out a handkerchief embroidered with a gear pattern from his pocket and carefully wiped away the oil stains from the little imp's nose.

"And it's just a minor scratch. Look, once it's repaired, it won't affect its use at all. It might even make it look more like a Zerg. After all, asymmetry is normal for Swamp Zerg."

That makes a lot of sense.

Angel then stopped crying and smiled, her little face blooming with a bright smile again, her eyes curving into crescents.

"But next time you see this 'mutant,' don't forget that we made it ourselves, so there's no need to be afraid anymore."

Angel nodded vigorously: "Yes! Angel remembers!"

After one last check, you can go to the church and release Lillian.