I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

416 Opening a branch mine, although it is chapter 416 but there is no 416, pain

The Last of Us. Houston.

The cold wind of late winter howled through this desolate and lonely city. Judging from the calendar, it should be almost spring, but the temperature is still very low.

Plants grow wildly in the city of reinforced concrete. With their tenacious vitality, they break down the artificially piled stones and climb up around one building after another in order to get better sunlight.

When winter comes, these plants shed their leaves to save energy for the winter. From a distance, the city looks like a cluster of gray-white vines.

There were no survivors left in the city; perhaps they had taken refuge with friends in the countryside, or had gone into hiding due to the severe weather.

But no matter what this city still hides, they have to come out for some fresh air, because this quiet city is about to welcome a group of new visitors.

An engineering intelligence from Oasis is walking through a large shopping mall in the city.

They walked on the gray floor and walked around the mall along the mottled and grooved walls. One of the intelligent agents was holding a computer that was rendering in real time and performing calculations, while the other intelligent agents were silently carrying a huge device on their backs and following behind the intelligent agent holding the computer.

In front and behind them were several lightly armed Iron-Blooded Puppets, holding plasma shotguns and keeping a vigilant eye on the surroundings.

The Iron Blood puppets and intelligent bodies each carried corresponding equipment. One of the intelligent bodies calculated the structure of the building. She ordered the intelligent body to place the bombs on its body and set various complex parameters.

"Okay, place the last one here. Theoretically, this should be enough." A hoarse female voice came through the remote communication. It was a humanoid figure. Once the intelligent agent was placed, she immediately ordered all intelligent agents and Iron-Blooded puppets to evacuate the building.

The agent ran out while sending a voice message into the communication channel, "The sonic vibration device and pre-detonation explosives have been installed."

"Roger that. Evacuate!" the figure outside the building responded, clutching a transmitter in her hand. She had coarse, shaggy white hair, and her palms trembled with excitement as she held the transmitter.

[All units evacuated! Repeat! All units evacuated! Devices activated!] The engineering agents and the Iron-Blooded puppets fled the mall and swiftly ran to a building a few hundred meters away, preparing to avoid flying debris.

[Activate!] The figure gripped the transmitter twice.

Buzz—the air seemed to be trembling, invisible lethal sound waves vibrated in the air. The engineering figure hid at a safe distance, watching the outer wall of the shopping mall gradually shatter.

The explosives placed inside the building first destroyed the weak parts, while the sonic vibration device near the mall quickly disintegrated the main structure of the entire mall. Before long, the building lost its support and collapsed.

"Boom!" With a violent tremor, the building, already reduced to ruins and covered in vines and plants, suddenly collapsed. Dust and broken branches flew through the air before slowly settling.

Next to this building, several more concrete and steel buildings stood, on the verge of collapse. They had long been abandoned by time, watching over the decline of civilization on this land. But this situation could not last much longer.

Because these buildings will be demolished soon, there will be no need to keep watch.

"Ga! Ah! Click... Click...!" Dozens of humanoid creatures awakened by the loud noise emerged from the dark corners. Their heads had turned into mushroom-like radiating spores, which looked a little scary.

Before these creatures could understand what was happening, a searing laser shot towards them, slicing and carbonizing their pitiful and fragile bodies. In the blink of an eye, only the lower halves of these humanoids were left swaying in the wind.

The lower bodies shook a few times and then collapsed to the ground. The cross-sections of the wounds were carbonized and even blood could not flow out.

A few hundred meters away from these creatures, a heavy laser launcher hung down gently, and the user stared blankly at the direction he was monitoring, as if nothing had happened.

[Cordyceps infection has been cleared, and the stationing order is still in effect.]

That was none other than Iron-Blooded Puppet A001, the Wasp MK2 prototype. She was currently carrying out her assigned surveillance mission. Besides her, scattered nearby were hundreds of Wasp MK2s similarly equipped, as well as numerous Raider robots on standby.

She and the surrounding puppets formed a dense blockade defense line, preventing any creatures or unauthorized units from entering the defense line. This task was not difficult or complicated, just boring.

After the Iron Blood Armed Forces test was completed, Oasis and Griffin began to carry out test projects close to actual combat, as well as subsequent development work in other worlds.

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A few days after the Iron Blood Armaments were confirmed, the agent began to arrange the next plan.

She had long since realized the scarcity of resources at the main base, and that the resources surrounding the base had long since been mined. And if she didn't want to be slain by the satellite cannons overhead, it was best not to attempt to expand outward. Doing so was truly dangerous.

If the main base is truly inconvenient, then it might be better to expand into other worlds. The agent had previously summoned Sun Yang, the elite humanoids from Oasis, and Griffin to discuss this matter.

They are currently known to have three worlds: the End of the World, the Advanced Warfare World, and the Fallout World.

Of the three worlds, Advanced Warfare was the first to be ruled out. This world boasted a well-developed industry, a large population, and a reliable military. The humanoids could indeed invest in factories there to produce supplies, but the problem was that Atlas existed there. Even if Sun Yang recruited people to build a house there, Atlas would know the news within a few hours.

It's better to just let them advance their technology on their own and then send supplies to the base regularly. It can be said that the main base's initial resources were all built up bit by bit by Atlas. He really makes me cry.

As for the Fallout world... that's also not an option. The NCR on the west coast is thriving, and Sun Yang can't do something like wiping them out completely.

Besides, the West Coast has been collecting garbage for hundreds of years, so there are really no resources. Sun Yang has already taken all the technology he can from the Fallout world. The most Griffin can do on the West Coast is to find some land to build plantations.

East Coast...Sun Yang didn't really want to negotiate with Long Wande, the Postman, and Old Popsicle again. It would be really troublesome. If there was any problem, it would be difficult to make a scene. The Postman had been fighting with Sun Yang for a long time, so if a conflict really came up, it would be a dilemma.

Moreover, the East Coast had already been cleaned up by the Brotherhood of Steel. If Sun Yang sent humanoids there, they could only lick the ground or blow up the ruins of Washington and dismantle it - it was obvious that the Brotherhood of Steel would not allow such a thing.

After much deliberation, everyone finally decided to invest all their construction resources into the end-of-America world. They would bulldoze the houses and ruins, use the stored resources to build an automated industrial complex, and then reserve resources and troops for the base.

If future battles turn into a war of attrition, the troops and resources stored in the end-of-America world will come in handy. The humanoids will choose a good feng shui location and build an industrial base.

Previously, construction hadn't begun, primarily due to relatively backward technology, making a gradual cleanup inefficient. But now that Griffin Oasis has fully integrated its technology, it can efficiently clean up the remains of these cities, transforming the legacy and debris of the old world into usable resources to expand its forces.

"Perhaps we can move the main base to this world in the future. At least it's relatively less dangerous." After compiling a comprehensive plan to be implemented by all the humanoids, the agent sent the plan to Sun Yang, who signed it and carried out the teleportation mission.

***

The most auspicious place in the world of the end of the world is Houston. Houston is located southwest of Jackson, close to the southernmost ocean.

This city is a traditional comprehensive industrial city. If anyone is confused about it, then at least the "Houston Rockets" and "Houston, we are in trouble" memes may be more familiar to you.

Although in the normal world, the United States has experienced a decline or even crippling of its industrial capacity due to various deindustrialization issues, the American Endgame worldview seems to have been abandoned before the deindustrialization problem became more serious.

At least Sun Yang remembered that the Cordyceps fungus outbreak occurred in 2013, when some equipment was still left that had not been dismantled on a large scale.

Now, all of this equipment belonged to him. A high-precision facility capable of carrying repair powder could allow an intelligent entity to restore its state to that of decades ago. However, such equipment was rare, so it was kept in reserve.

***

A001 continued to silently monitor the road ahead. She didn't feel bored, nor did she feel uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because the communication channel was filled with too much chaotic noise.

In her communication channel, noisy humanoid voices from different sources were heard.

[It collapsed! It collapsed! Yay! Ahem! Ahem!]

This was the voice of a tactical T-doll named MDR. She had been assigned to this position because she had done so much hard work at Griffin Base. However, most of their duties involved running around the ruins with an environmental detection system on their backs, providing sufficient data for the subsequent engineering T-dolls.

Although this is a punishing job, MDR still somewhat likes this mission. It is rare to be able to observe the neat demolition of a building up close.

It turns out that most of the time, the MDR is the one that gets bombed.

[The sonic shock device is indeed reliable! Quick! Bring more Jaguars up!] The engineering figure excitedly grabbed the arm of the nearby intelligent entity, shaking it up and down. The intelligent entity just looked at her in confusion, not understanding what she was doing. Isn't this just a blast scene? What's so exciting?

"Captain of Engineering, why did you bring Jaguar up here? Did you find any armed forces relying on the ruins nearby?" The petite judge emerged from the nearby bunker and asked the engineering figure.

"Aren't we supposed to test the effectiveness of anti-fortification warheads? I think now's the right time." The Oasis engineer turned around and said.

The sonic oscillator isn't just any simple piece of equipment. It's quite expensive. The judge hesitated, but nodded. "The commander has given me the final say, so I'll cooperate. Give me the coordinates."

Several Jaguars emerged from behind the judge. After receiving the judge's coordinates, these Jaguars (the commander called them "small carts loaded with rockets") automatically adjusted their launch angles. With a short "whoosh!" sound, these anti-fortification rockets flew out and hit a residential area a kilometer away.

Just as the rocket was about to hit its target, it suddenly accelerated, changing its trajectory and crashing into the ground floor of a residential building. With a muffled thud, the buildings quickly collapsed.

[Hmm... It's about the same effect as a missile or a large-caliber howitzer. Not bad, I hope I can use this device more easily in the future.] The engineer figure was quite satisfied with the result.

"That's impossible. This warhead is used to destroy permanent fortifications. Just let the agent carry the explosives and install the shockwave device manually," the judge said bluntly.

[Hey~ Can you be a little more flexible, Your Honor?] The Oasis engineer figure approached quietly, but was knocked to the ground by the judge with a swift sweeping kick.

[Ah! It hurts, it hurts...] The engineering figure fell to the ground and slowly got up.

"I won't compromise. The warhead is clearly intended for military use, and weapons testing already yields data. Stay away from me and focus on your work. Oh, if only the commander had full responsibility for these matters." The judge saw her get up and then delivered another sweeping kick.

Plop. The engineering figure fell flat on its back again.

[What kind of temper is this?!] The engineering figure shouted while sitting on the ground.

"The first is that I won't compromise, and the second is that I don't like people getting close to me. Unless you're a T-doll like Paison who's in charge of military training," the judge said bluntly.

[Ah...Okay, okay. Anyway, we don't have a general commander here. It's a tough job, if you don't obey me.] The engineer figure crouched down cautiously, fearing another swift sweeping kick would knock him down.

The pain wasn't too bad, just a bump, but falling flat on the ground was embarrassing.

"It can't be helped. Pascal and the agent are both busy. So, I, the second-in-command, and a few engineering T-dolls from Oasis are the only ones I can send. Griffin only sent one MDR." The judge's eyes shifted, and he dispersed the Iron Blood troops in reserve behind him further.

"Why doesn't the professor send more people over here? He's been inactive for a long time. If the professor hadn't been slacking off, Pascal wouldn't be so stressed out. If she wasn't stressed out, she wouldn't be hitting me on the head for no reason." The engineering figure said, gazing at the clear blue sky.

[Come to think of it, I still don't know your name.] The judge looked at the white-haired figure in front of her—there was so much white hair that she sometimes couldn't distinguish people just by sight.

"We've been working for so long! Don't you know?! I'm Ottokin. I work for Vulcan Heavy Industries. Crooked assigned me to this job." The engineering figure, Ottokin, said as he sat on the ground.

Given her usual temper, she would definitely have said a few foul words, but unfortunately, Ottokin was barely of military-grade specifications, while the Judge's was of super-high-standard military-grade specifications.

The gap between the two is like the evaluation of both being A. Ottokin barely reaches the level of A, while the judge's panel only shows an A at best. The gap between the two is really too big.

"Forget it, using that device is just cheating. I'm going to go prepare the new explosives. Engineering agent, I'll hand over the authority to you—you'll be the one cleaning up the rubble after the explosion, okay?" Ottokin slowly stood up and asked the judge.

[I will make good use of it.] The judge nodded seriously.

The engineering agents who received the new orders started the excavators and earth-moving vehicles that had been on standby. Some engineering agents wore heavy exoskeletons and walked into the ruins, cutting cement and reinforced concrete and loading them onto transport vehicles.

These cut parts will be thrown into the universal converter, and the materials left after the parts are crushed can be used to produce industrial production parts needed by the humanoids.

The shattered road was dug up, its roots dug up, and new materials were used to reshape and fill the potholes. Humanoids and construction vehicles moved the collapsed buildings bit by bit, like ants moving house. Farther away, Ottokin directed the intelligent entities to demolish new structures.

The city is about to be razed to the ground, and a new base will rise above it.

417 Sun Yang's Road to Upgrade (Part )

"Hello everyone, it's been a long time since we last met. Did you miss me? I feel like I haven't had a serious chat for a long time." Sun Yang sat in front of a chair and said thoughtfully to the wall.

"Master Sun Yang, what are you doing? Talking to the humanoid again?" Strade, who sat next to Sun Yang, was slightly annoyed. "Do you always like to slack off like this?"

"No, I was thinking that I haven't been out for a while. I was wondering if it's time to go out? You see, in many old novels, the protagonist has extraordinary talents, but is framed by a villain and falls off a cliff. However, he receives guidance from a master at the bottom of the cave, devotes himself to practicing unique skills, and then goes out to defeat his enemies." Sun Yang was still looking at the wall.

"Well... okay, there is such a work? So what?" Strade was still speechless because of Sun Yang today.

"So I was wondering if I could come out and show off." Sun Yang was still staring at the wall.

"First of all, first of all... there is no villain framing you. Secondly, the intensity of your cultivation... can be regarded as the laziest one, right? You still come out of the mountains? You don't practice very hard!" Strade finally pointed it out.

"I will still study combat spells seriously. But as you know, I know nothing about other aspects. The composition of soul crystals, the essence of the soul, I don't understand any of the mysterious knowledge you talked about. I really have no choice but to throw my brain out." Sun Yang said with a smile.

"Using magic in combat is the least efficient approach... All researchers, after studying endless and profound knowledge, will combine part of their life's learning into an offensive spell, just for the purpose of exploring the mysteries and protecting themselves. Why do you do the opposite and study magic for the purpose of combat?" Strade looked helpless.

"You can say what you want, but didn't you also get a soul crystal gun for use in combat?" Sun Yang yawned and retorted.

"Because the place I explored is indeed dangerous, and I am also a person who studies the soul. This powerful magic can only be mastered after years of precipitation." said Strade.

"Strider... To be honest, I'm not good at studying magic. This is all I know." Sun Yang spread his hands.

"I know, I've been mentally prepared for this for a long time. Master, you've thrown your head to that Pascal, and I'm just heartbroken about it. But what I want to say is, why are you slacking off even in your practice?" said Strade.

"Well, life should have a balance between work and rest. Strade, you have your own rhythm, and I have my own rhythm. Now is still rest time, you should relax too. The main thing is that my rest does not delay my practice progress, right? I can practice it just by listening to you." Sun Yang waved his hand lazily.

"That's true. Well...then you should take a rest." Strade really had nothing to say.

Damn it, the master he admired turned out to be a lazy bum. Strade finally understood the true meaning of the saying, "Admiration is the emotion furthest from understanding."

In the past, they were busy with their own things and rarely saw each other, so they didn't think it was strange. But after working with Master Sun Yang for almost two months, Strade soon discovered that Master Sun Yang's situation was a little different from what he had imagined.

How could Master Sun Yang be so lazy?! He can't get up without sleeping for 6 or 7 hours every day, he has to eat on time, he has to rest after practicing for an hour, and he's dying if he doesn't play games or read novels or comics. How can you be considered a healthy human being?!

What’s even more infuriating is that Master Sun Yang confidently said, “Some people want to see it but don’t. Why torture themselves? Just make yourself feel more comfortable.”

Even more infuriating was that Master Sun Yang's spell cultivation continued to improve by leaps and bounds, and he could use any spell after just a few explanations. Even if some spells were too difficult to cast, Master Sun Yang could just sit by a fire after going out to hunt souls and then use them.

This was truly unreasonable. Strider knew that he could use his soul to strengthen his body, but strengthening was strengthening, and learning was learning. This kind of soul-strengthening only made one's body stronger, and it wouldn't allow one to quickly master any special spellcasting techniques.

Even if a person suddenly possessed immense muscle strength, they wouldn't be able to accurately hurl a javelin at a target. This required training. However, from Strade's observation, Master Sun Yang, after listening to the instructions for a while, was able to perform some spells.

Is this guy some intuitive or gifted person who just popped up somewhere? He talks like a fool, but once he starts doing it, he knows everything. It's really weird.

Master Sun Yang's speed in mastering attack spells really surprised Strade, although the master was not very diligent in his practice.

There was nothing Strade could do about it, and he could only say a few words.

He wasn't disappointed with Master Sun Yang, after all, the scientific research results of soul division were there. Master Sun Yang had even successfully used the science and technology of other worlds to create strange species like synthetic humans.

If we work harder in the future and solve the problem of synthetic human reproduction, we might actually be able to artificially create an entire race. This would be a truly remarkable invention.

The master intended to give this scientific research result to Andil as a reward in exchange for Andil's collection of the world's most powerful spells. Strider felt that the deal was a bit unprofitable, but Master Sun Yang looked calm and composed, as if he thought the deal was a good one.

Shitride only hoped that Master Sun Yang would be more careful and not be tricked by this tree-like mage. While he might be the strongest mage of the time, being the strongest and being a bitch weren't mutually exclusive. Shitride had seen enough to know just how much of a scoundrel a human could be.

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