Chapter 471 Unhappy

What a beautiful day.

Shande Blacksmith walked with a brisk pace compared to the Iron Warriors, and his heavy boots made a dull sound on the solid ground.

Being able to torture some insects that are loyal to the Corpse King always makes him feel lighthearted. If he can torture the yellow-skinned idiots, it will be a better way to relax.

Should I tie a disabled yellow-skinned idiot to my shield? Fix it with iron chains and spikes, and listen to him scold us for betraying the empire but being powerless?

Yes, you can do it.

Shande Blacksmith walked on the road while imagining.

The buildings on both sides are getting bigger and bigger, and the metal signs of the octagonal star iron skull are hung on the walls, staring at all living things.

Those walking in this area are no longer Iron Warriors, but Iron Bone Guard patrols made by their fathers.

Why, why would my father rather believe these soulless robots than his descendants?

Whenever I think of this, Shande Blacksmith's heart is as painful as being bitten by hundreds of ants.

The body of the Iron Bone Guard was much taller than the Sander Blacksmith. A unit with the initials β approached Sander Blacksmith and raised the weapon in his hand when it was 50 meters away from him.

The red aiming laser shone on Sander Blacksmith's helmet. This humiliation made Sander Blacksmith angry and helpless.

"Communication Protocol: What is your purpose?"

"I have an α-level important matter to discuss with my father."

"Adjustment Protocol-α, are you aware of the risks?"

"I know the risks, and I am willing to bear the risks."

The Iron Bone Guard engraved with the β sequence raised the muzzle of the gun. He passed the information to other robots. Soon a huge airship illuminated Sander Blacksmith's body with lights, and used two iron hooks to hang up the gap in Sander Blacksmith's armor, just like hanging a meat animal.

Sander Blacksmith endured such humiliation and finally came to the docking platform of the Iron Blood under the involvement of the mechanical airship.

There are fully armed Iron Guards everywhere, and there are also automatic armed fighters patrolling in the sky. In the corners and ground of the docking platform, there are also turrets lurking in the shadows, judging the hostility of the visitors with cold logic.

"α authority detected, you can go to the hall to communicate."

The mechanical indifferent voice reached the ears of Shande Blacksmith. The Iron Guards ignored his existence, and only the automatic turrets were still aiming lasers at him.

Shande Blacksmith walked towards the hall step by step, waiting for the heavy explosion-proof door to open at the door.

The hall was empty, and there was only a huge data board running in a clean and tidy room, with scrolling numbers on the screen.

There was also a platform next to the data board, on which was placed a thick book. From Shande Blacksmith's point of view, this should be a teaching instruction, but no one has opened it for a long time.

His hands were trembling on the keyboard, and Shande Blacksmith imagined again and again in his mind what his father was doing in the completely closed space of the Iron Blood, and what he should say to his father.

The more he thought about it, the more confused and upset he became. Finally, the data board made an impatient shriek, reminding him not to waste too much time.

In the end, Shande Blacksmith could only hastily write this paragraph and wait for his father's reply.

"Captain Osde led the troops and left a demon mark on the huge battleship of the Golden Age. We are willing to seize this powerful battleship for the sake of my father's great cause and take revenge on the empire!"

The information was entered, and then there was a long wait. Shande Blacksmith didn't know how long he knelt on one knee here, but he knew that he was not cleared out immediately, which was proof that his father was reading.

Beep beep!

The screen flashed and made a reminder sound. Shande Blacksmith hurriedly looked up and saw a string of short text.

"Don't call me father, get out!"

Shande Blacksmith lay on the ground in grief, rolled his body out, and the explosion-proof door closed again. There was only a faint sound of electricity in this narrow and closed room.

In the sealed cabin of the Iron Blood, Perturabo, the genetic father of the Iron Warriors, was adjusting the parameters of a robot in his huge factory and laboratory.

This place looked like Odmayer's laboratory in the cafeteria, but it was more orderly and full of dangerous and deadly weapons than Odmayer's nest.

He ignored the constantly beeping data board, he had already set up an automatic reply. He was too lazy to pay attention to the disturbances in the outside world, and was only willing to focus on his research room.

Now all his attention was on the robot in front of him.

The structure of this robot was so sophisticated and complex, various tiny gears and well-arranged cables pieced together the interior of the robot's body.

The electronic board and chip that integrated computing power were carefully picked up by Perturabo and inserted into the slot of the biochemical brain.

Covering the metal body with a layer of real flesh and blood, Perturabo inserted fine and smooth hair on his scalp, all of which were produced in his genetic coding cloning room.

"Maybe this is enough? Maybe it will never be enough?"

After reviewing all the steps in creating this robot, Perturabo felt that there was no mistake.

He stood up from the workbench, moved his heavy and huge body, and buried it in a groove.

The cable was connected to the groove, and Perturabo used this groove to control another body.

This body looks like what Perturabo looked like before he became a demon. He is wearing the old-fashioned iron cavalry Terminator armor of the Empire, with cables and metal components inserted into his head, and his face is filled with his most common gloomy and resentful aura.

The energy is activated, and the current of the entire place is charged into the robot and the control body. Perturabo slowly speaks.

"Scene simulation: the second time."

This space responds to Perturabo's instructions, and the laboratory originally filled with dangerous goods is quickly replaced by a holographic illusion.

The tall white marble pillars are generated one by one, and then they turn black and covered with dust in the data simulation.

Perturabo's control body kicks open the door with relief carvings. A group of soldiers follow him, wearing ancient MK3 armor, but without so many spikes and metal chains as decoration.

"Lokos, Olympia, my hometown."

Step by step, he walked up the steps. These steps could not bear the weight under his heavy body. Every time he stepped on them, circles of cracks would spread from the soles of his feet.

The arch collapsed in the artillery fire, and the once white and beautiful palace was burning in the flames.

Perturabo after ascending to the devil, but this is a fan art, and the official has not set an official design for Perturabo after ascending to the devil.