Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

(PS: I'm going to chop your ** off and make chicken stew with mushrooms!)

Milan had always thought it was just a joke and didn't take it seriously—after all, given his playing style, that Coca-Cola Iron gun rarely had the opportunity to utilize this term.

But even Milan never imagined that the mechanism of this effect would actually follow the wicked taste of the mod author's text description—its principle of causing "weakness + slowdown" is to actually concentrate the impact on the victim's vital points by converting the damage mode!

"Cloak! Loak! Yi Sanwu? Qi Jiu Liu San Yue = Yi cloak..."

This wasn't some acceptable physical damage, but rather a vicious (poof) energy transfer—the burly man squeezed his legs together, curled up, and knelt on the ground, convulsing and making a pathetic sound like a roadside wretch, his previous arrogance completely gone.

The other bleeding teenagers were stunned.

The boy holding the dagger was also stunned. He didn't understand what had happened at all. He looked at the convulsing thug on the ground and then at the ugly scrap metal in his hand—the brief fear subsided, and the excitement in the bones of the Ursus people surged up.

"Don't come any closer! I'm telling you, don't come any closer! My weapons are very powerful!"

The commotion was so horrific that even thugs from other directions turned to look, but because the scene was equally gruesome, none of the thugs dared to approach easily. The boy on the ground endured the pain, struggled to get up, grabbed his weapon, and slowly retreated while covering each other. The thugs were itching to attack, but their courage was not enough to overcome the excessive eeriness of the scene.

In that instant, they no longer needed to hesitate about this issue, because...

"Boom! Qi; Liu Yin San Er, 2!"

A silver-gray figure cleaved through walls, crushed obstacles, and scattered crowds—bursting into the house from outside!

Milan...

"General, you wouldn't ask me such nonsense as why I abandoned my plans at the last minute when I've been planning them for so long, would you?"

The fighting has already begun on Rhodes Island. To them, the small groups of thugs are no match at all, not to mention the reconnaissance squads hidden in the shadows and the armored dragon turtles left behind by Milan... no, the armored guards are also participating in the battle.

Amiya and Ace had no doubt whatsoever about the canned guards' ability to "absorb damage."

As everyone knows, having armor makes fighting someone without armor practically like beating a grandson—so Rhodes Island has no concerns about its own fighting strength, and neither do Helag and Milan.

If I had to pinpoint a concern, it would only lie in…

"Has Mr. Milan really made this decision?"

“What nonsense are you talking about, Ace? It’s obvious that you’re short of manpower on your side, and the general is short of support… or rather, you should trust these guys more than I am traveling with the team.”

Milan smiled knowingly, and Amiya and Ace looked embarrassed.

"So although it's a bit of a shame, everyone can rest assured now. We can talk about the rest after you've pulled that guy out."

"Things can't always go smoothly, so I'm already quite relieved that you've done this much. Go do your work, and we'll see you later."

The memory ends.

After this conversation, Herag stopped questioning them; the two of them moved quickly and stealthily, soon reaching the end of the street. They circled around the street and saw the surging crowd on the other side, the people carrying torches in the night, and the chaos of looting and vandalism that had engulfed the entire neighborhood.

Even further away, Milan could see flames that seemed to illuminate half the sky.

Fortunately, the iconic flames that are now almost iconic on the stage are still quite a distance away, which greatly relieved Milan.

Even though he had prepared the charred stone armor with [Flame Protection] in advance, he really didn't want to run into Talulah right now.

Unfortunately, outside Azazel's familiar house location, a riot had clearly begun and had engulfed him.

"Not optimistic."

Herag's eyes flickered a few times in the firelight, then he sighed with a complicated expression and decisively drew his longsword, "Descending Slash."

"Is there anything I need to prepare in advance, Milan? If not, I'm going to go on now."

"...I understand, General. Give me thirty seconds."

Hrag was just being polite, but he didn't expect Milan to actually agree, which surprised him for a moment. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Milan beside him, his face full of "You can put on your armor in an instant, why would you need to waste time?"

Immediately, Milan's body was indeed instantly covered by familiar heavy armor, but instead of taking out his usual weapon, he pulled out a carved pumpkin that looked familiar to him, as if it were grinning and laughing.

——Bang, bang, bang.

The silver-gray metal block fell heavily to the ground, forming a strange T-shaped structure that was supported by nothing on either side.

Then Milan jumped up and placed the pumpkin head with the ghost face carved on it.

Author's Note (100 words of the main text, not meeting the payment requirement)

Ahem, some friends have expressed concerns about the "plot correction power" of the prison and its real-world impact. So I'll just offer my thoughts here; these are just my personal ideas and I don't guarantee they're correct. Let's discuss them rationally.

- Citations:

Story text 0-2: When we infiltrated, the Chernobog military police and garrison were in a very strange state... Could it be that the Reunion Movement has secretly eliminated most of Chernobog's defense forces?

Plot Text 0-7: The current Reunion Movement does not demonstrate the elite force qualities required for a secret takeover.

Chapter 98 - Taking a Hard Line (9/80)

Fun fact: The construction of the Iron Golem requires four iron blocks, or 36 iron ingots, which translates to a real weight of 31500 kilograms, or thirty-one tons.

Fun fact: Iron golems can ascend one block of height by walking smoothly, and can walk through a one-block-deep hole without sinking...

Also, iron golems are immune to fall damage.

"What's this?"

Although he knew Milan was a complete ally, and although he knew Milan had a mysterious background and always had some strange and incomprehensible tricks up their sleeves—though, for now, Hrag prefers to call them "craftsmanship."

Even after spending some time together and developing a certain level of cognitive preparation, Hrag still couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Because right in front of him: Milan took out four iron blocks and arranged them into a simple T shape, then jumped up and placed a pumpkin on the middle iron block.

Pumpkin head.

Yes, Hrag was quite certain what it was: a carnival that was a traditional festival in Terra, said to have originated from the Sarkaz, a celebration of harvest and ancestor worship.

During this festival, children dress up as cute monsters and go door-to-door asking for candy. Legend has it that various monsters will mingle with the crowd and join in the revelry while they dress up as monsters and ghosts. Such festival customs have been around in Terra for a long time, including carving pumpkin lanterns, dressing up as monsters, and distributing snacks.

Even well-known fashion brands have launched corresponding themed elements—Hrag is certainly no stranger to this, not only because he also had a childhood as a kid, nor only because Chernobog is a holiday that is generally accepted and rarely treated with harshness towards infected people.

It was because just a few days ago, he had seen Milan struggling with piles of pumpkins with a chisel and carving knife.

He had wondered at the time what the outsider Milan was thinking when they put on this show, since the Carnival had already passed this year—but now he understands, though he finds it extremely difficult to connect the two in his mind.

Because—the instant the pumpkin head was placed on the iron structure—this pile of iron blocks and its pumpkin head came to life right before his eyes!

It's true! No need for quotation marks! The literal meaning has come to life!

——!

A sudden change occurred the instant the pumpkin head came into contact with the iron block!

The ghost face on the pumpkin head placed in reality suddenly lit up, as if an invisible force descended from the darkness following this ritual; the iron blocks pieced together into a T shape spontaneously melted and reshaped, and the silver-gray metal separated and pieced together again to outline a tall and robust silhouette, the iron blocks becoming a solid body and strong limbs.

As for the mud-like silvery-gray metal flowing upwards, it surged into the pumpkin head and cracked it from the inside, revealing at the same time an iron face with eyes and a large nose reminiscent of a langur.

Those empty eyes shone with a tranquil white light.

"Thirty seconds, as you can see, it's a pumpkin head."

Milan chuckled and casually created another iron golem.

Iron Golem

The white zombie commonly seen in new MC save files, the area bodyguard often used when resources are plentiful, the guardian of villages, the designated father of raiders—and the lifelong enemy of unlucky guys who always forget their strange accessories in multi-mod environments.

How could Milan possibly forget this old friend?

Iron is free, and pumpkins are also free because of the freedom of bone meal, so Milan started researching this stuff a few days ago, and even tried to make it herself at the stronghold.

These two guys in front of him weren't his first creations, so he certainly wasn't as astonished as Helag.

But what disappointed him a little was that, unlike in the Minecraft game and many Minecraft-related novels he had read, the iron golem he created was not an independent metallic life form, but rather, in a sense, a unit that lived up to the literal meaning of its name.

【The Iron Golem of Mio Ryu's Thoughts 2 (8)】

Do you know a hero named Malphite in a game called League of Legends?

Because this hero is extremely simple and mindless to operate, he is considered a hero that can be played without thinking, so Malphite players are labeled as simple-minded; at the same time, because his ultimate has particularly excellent performance, and it looks particularly comical when it misses, it is very easy to switch back and forth between "funny highlights" and "wonderful highlights".

Over time, players have come to jokingly refer to this hero as "all Malphite players in the world share one brain," "when it's funny, it's because his brain capacity is insufficient and he plays terribly," and "when it's exciting, it monopolizes everyone's brain bandwidth"—that's the meme.

—So why bring up this seemingly unrelated meme here all of a sudden?

Milan clearly sensed this when he created the first iron golem: the one watching him was not an independent individual who could communicate with him and examine him—but a terminal that diverted some of the flow from his consciousness and supported another thread out of thin air.

Although it cannot be controlled like a limb, this thing has been a part of itself since the beginning of its existence.

So even if you are destroyed and lose all your health, leaving behind two iron ingots and a small red flower, it's not something to be sad about—it's simply a matter of letting that portion of bandwidth return to your consciousness.

—Well, this really is the Murphy Network now.

"Okay, it was just a little joke, please don't take it to heart."

Milan chuckled to himself, looking at the two iron golems that had hatched from the iron blocks, and said to Herag, "I'll omit the specific details for now. Just think of these two as my magical creations, General. They are made of thirty tons of iron and have excellent defensive and impact capabilities."

"Let's not delay, let's use them to clear the way."

Before the astonished Hrag could recover, Milan tapped the two iron golems and said, "In a moment, immediately enter acceleration mode and charge into the crowd to scatter them; then you guard that door and don't allow anyone to enter; you charge ahead of us and break through the wall from the side..."

"What did the general say?"

Hrag: "...It's urgent, so let's leave it at that."

"it is good."

Milan clapped his hands in response.

"You are given unlimited right to retaliate. If attacked, you are permitted to retaliate... Now, go!"

The iron golem, having grasped the logic of computational power from his consciousness, instantly lit up!

Following Milan's instructions, the iron golem, which we'll call "Number One," took a step. Its first step looked heavy and made a heavy sound, but it didn't create any heavy vibrations on the ground—quite amazing.

The second step became faster, and the third step became even faster—this nearly three-meter-tall giant quickly charged into the crowd of Reunion Movement thugs, making a clattering sound as he swung his arms.

Accompanied by cries of alarm and screams, chaos erupted as people and horses fell to the ground!

There were also very obvious signs that many figures were screaming and flying into the sky!

As for Number Two, it also took a step along with Number One, but its direction was different from Number One's; the four iron blocks gave them an especially heavy weight and physical strength, and as it gradually accelerated, it was like a speeding truck, easily smashing through the wall with a "boom", crashing through the fence, rushing through the already burning flames, and smashing a hole in the outer wall of the house that could be run by a sports car!

From beginning to end, it was completely unnecessary for Hrag and Milan to make a move. In fact, most of the Reunion thugs who realized that something was wrong instinctively attacked the Iron Golem. However, the Iron Golem retaliated because Milan granted them the right to counterattack, and they were immediately thrashed.

Showing off? Showing off will make you fly! (Physics)

Thanks to the Iron Golem clearing the way, Hrag and Milan were not the primary targets of Unity's hatred at all; they charged straight into Azazel. Milan immediately ordered the Iron Golem to guard the breach, making it impenetrable for all, and together with Number One, they blocked the flow of rioters into the area.

Hrag's eyes immediately turned red.

It was reddened by smoke.

"...It doesn't look like we're late."

Milan, fully armored, glanced around the room, frowned, and said in a muffled voice.

Herag covered his mouth and nose and simply said, "I didn't see the children—the furniture and equipment don't matter. If they managed to escape, then it must be..."

"basement!"

The two exchanged a glance, about to speak at the same time, when they heard a sound coming from further inside—even with the flames already raging in the room and the Reunification Movement still clamoring outside, with curses and shouts filling the air, the voice of the young man could not be drowned out.

"..."

A gust of air rippled around Hrag, instantly blowing away the smoke and flames, making the hem of his trench coat flutter loudly.

Milan was even faster—before he could rush in, Milan pulled out his shortbow and slashed two arrows at the wall, then switched to his seven-ton steel musket and unleashed a single shot.

The brick and stone wall was cleaved open on the spot!

Milan switched to his tri-colored spear, and the aura he created as he leaped into the dust dispersed the ash, which then swept across the Integrative thugs inside the room with a single whirlwind...

The world suddenly became quiet.

"Uncle Jung!"

"Father!"

Nain and the others, who had already retreated to the warehouse and were just one step away from sneaking into the secret passage in the basement, saw Milan and Herag and immediately exclaimed in surprise.

The remaining few thugs looked at each other, as if their intelligence had suddenly taken over the high ground.

"Um, we..."

"What kind of *Ursus* swearing is that?!"

A savage voice roared from the other side, and a dirty, burly man charged out angrily like a bear, rushing towards Azazel's boys without even looking.

While charging, he yelled, "**! You little bitch, you bastard! I'll definitely fuck you again and again! You bastard, fuck me!" (Manually censored)