The gates of the Scrap fortress were welded from the wreckage of the mecha, so rusty that the gears inside could be seen turning. Feng Hao felt the bullet holes in the door panel and suddenly felt that this place was more like home than the mecha cemetery - at least every piece of scrap iron here was alive, not like the outside world where even the wind was murderous.
"Sit wherever you like." Qin Tieluo kicked open the door of the control room, and the scene inside made Lin Banxia gasp.
The walls were covered with psychic circuit diagrams, but with crooked arrows painted in red paint; The table was made of a cliched crystal plate, with half a leftover nutrient paste and a cliched lighter on it; The most conspicuous part was the pile of parts in the corner, labeled "Iron lumps left arm" and "Clonball Spring", and sorted more neatly than in the Sutra Repository of the Clearsky Pavilion.
"These are the rules my father left behind." Seeing her astonishment, Qin Tieluo picked up a toilet lid and pinned it on the iron lump. "Waste isn't garbage, it's a treasure in the wrong place."
Feng Hao's mechanical arm suddenly pointed to the shadow in the corner where a teenager was crouching and muttering to a scrapped terminal. The young man, wearing a tattered T-shirt with "Federal Psychic Academy" printed on it, tapped his fingers rapidly on the keyboard, and the jumbled characters on the screen suddenly turned into strings of runes, forming a glimmer of light in the air.
"Leave him alone." Qin Tieluo adjusted the psychic cannon without raising his head. "Chen Mohen, haven't stolen enough talismans from Qingxiao Pavilion?"
Chen Mohen suddenly turned his head, still clutching a yellow talisman in his hand. The ink on the talisman paper was still wet, but when it came into contact with Feng Hao's mechanical arm, it automatically caught fire and transformed into a firebird circling around the arm. "This psychic wave!" His eyes shone like a dog seeing flesh bones. "Can I draw a talisman? Just one!"
Lin Banxia's mechanical dog suddenly burst its fur and barked wildly at the door. Feng Hao's mechanical arm pricked at the frequency of the electromagnetic net - the Iron Eagle Guard's mecha had reached the outskirts of the fortress, and the heavy footsteps shook the roof to dust.
Qin Tieluo laughed and tapped Iron Lump's toilet cannon: "Just to try out my new toy." He stuffed a piece of psychic crystal into the gun barrel and poured half a bottle of Lin Banxia's mixture, "This is called 'Psychic glue bullet', which can stick the joints of the mecha."
"Boom!"
A bluish-golden light shot out of the muzzle, which crashed into the rock wall outside the fortress and exploded, sending up debris that knocked the front mecha off balance. Feng Hao saw the light mixed with the psychic patterns of his mechanical arm and the pale gold of Lin Banxia's mixture, like two dragons dancing together.
"It's quite interesting." He whispered, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the scratches on the robotic arm.
Lin Banxia suddenly pulled him behind the control console, where they had been standing just now had been pierced by flying swords, and the runes on the tassels were still burning. Ling Yue's voice came through the door panel, with hypocritical compassion: "Qin Tie Luo, hand over those two outcasts and the Dao Alliance will spare you the crime of concealing the Spirit Weapon fusion."
"Go to your mother's Dao Alliance." Qin Tieluo stuffed another psychic bomb. "My father was killed by you old stubbornness back then!"
The muzzle of the iron lump's gun lit up again, but this time it missed. The projectile grazed the mecha and blew up half of the fortress wall. When the rubble came down, Feng Hao subconsciously used his mechanical arm to protect Lin Banxia. At the moment the metal collided with the flesh, he heard her groan, and the mechanical dog in his arms rushed out and barked wildly at the Iron Eagle guards who broke in.
"Lock Spirit Array!" Ling Yue's voice was smug.
The ground of the fortress suddenly lit up with runes, like a net tightened, Feng Hao's mechanical arm instantly became heavy, and his blue-purple psychic energy was crushed to just a glimmer of light. Lin Banxia's mixture boiled in the potion sac but was blocked by the runes and could not exert a single bit of strength.
Chen Mohen suddenly laughed and threw out all the talismans in his arms. The crooked BUG talismans exploded in the air, some turned into a swarm of fire ants gnawing on the talismans, some turned into an acid rain corroding the tracks of the mecha, and the most amazing was a "substitute talisman", which made the captain of the Iron Eagle Guard fire at his own people.
"This is called 'using talismans to control talismans'." He brushed the dust off his hand, not noticing that the flying sword was already coming from behind him.
Feng Hao's mechanical arm unleashed its last psychic power and bounced the flying sword away before it pierced through Chen Mo's mark. The bluish-purple light crashed into the runes of the locking spirit array, like a drop of hot oil, bursting into a blank on the ground. Lin Banxia took the opportunity to pour the mixture onto the blank, and the pale golden liquid interwove with the spirit energy, burning a hole in the rune web.
"Come on!" Feng Hao dragged Chen Mohen into the underground passage, Qin Tieluo controlled the iron lump to stay behind, and the toilet cannon's ejected spiritual glue stuck the chasing mecha into a ball. Lin Banxia followed closely behind with a mechanical dog in his arms, his short knife slaying cold light in the darkness and cutting off the falling rubble above his head.
The passage was filled with the smell of engine oil and mold, and the walls were covered with pre-epoch scratches, like some kind of data interface. Chen Mohen suddenly stopped and pointed to the left side of the road: "This way! I discovered yesterday that leads to the energy core of the fortress!"
Feng Hao's mechanical arm was burning hot at the fork in the road, a signal of psychic resonance. He pulled everyone in, and the scene before his eyes left everyone stunned --
It was a huge underground machine room, with a "tree" in the center, made up of data cables and spiritual vein crystals, and countless screens hanging from its branches, showing images from the previous era: scientists in white coats holding syringes, mecha pilots high-fives monks, and spiritual energy and data converge into a Tai Chi diagram on the screens.
A young man was sitting under the tree, muttering to himself in front of the screen, and the data flowing from his fingertips resonated with the spiritual veins on the tree. The boy turned his head at the sound, revealing an overly pale face with bloodshot eyes as if he hadn't slept for a long time.
"Yan Yuanxiu?" Qin Tieluo scratched his head. "Didn't you say this terminal could only be scrap metal?"
Yan Yuanxiu said nothing but pointed his hand at the screen. The scene suddenly switched. The Iron Eagle Guard's mecha was setting up the spiritual Energy Star cannon, and Ling Yue stood at the eye of the array, holding a yellowed talisman in his hand - it was the forbidden talisman of the Qingxiao Pavilion, the "Return to the Origin Spell", which could purify all technological creations within a hundred miles.
"They want to flatten this place." Yan Yuanxiu's voice turned like a rusty gear, and the data flow on his fingertips suddenly skyrocketed. "The terminal received their encrypted communication in three minutes."
Feng Hao's mechanical arm resonated with the spiritual veins on the tree, and the blue-purple light spread along the branches, and the pre-epoch image on the screen suddenly froze on the scientist's smiling face. Lin Banxia suddenly realized that this was not an ordinary computer room, but the site of the pre-era "Psychic Data fusion Experiment".
"Iron lumps' psychic cannon can Pierce through the energy shield of the Star Destroyer cannon." "But someone needs to divert their attention," Qin Tieluo said suddenly.
Chen Mohen pulled out the last few BUG tokens: "I'll go! My talismans can disable their aiming system."
Lin Banxia held his hand and poured the mixture onto the talisman paper: "Add this and it will last for ten more seconds."
Feng Hao's mechanical arm was already full of psychic energy, and blue-purple light shone in his eyes: "I'm going to the core area, Yan Yuanxiu, can you help me locate the weak point of the star cannon?"
Yan's fingertips flew over the keyboard, and a three-dimensional image of the star cannon popped up on the screen in an instant, with a certain node marked in red: "Here is the interface of psychic energy and data, your robotic arm can detonate it."
The tremors in the underground machine room grew more intense, and the Iron Eagle Guard's mecha had already broken through the outer defense of the fortress. Qin Tieluo patted Iron Lump's toilet seat cover: "Old man, it's your turn to show up."
Feng Hao took one last look at Lin Banxia, whose mechanical dog was rubbing its head against his trouser leg. He suddenly pulled off the emergency tape on the mechanical arm, revealing the line of words his father had engraved - "The Spiritual mechanical family".
"See you at Energy Core in three minutes."
He turned and rushed into the passage, the light of the robotic arm drawing straight lines in the darkness like an unextinguishable flame. Behind him, Chen Mohen's talisman paper had exploded, Qin Tieluo's iron lumps roared deafeningly, Yan Yuanxiu's data stream formed a protective shield on the screen, and Lin Banxia's mixture was flowing along the roots of the tree to every corner of the fortress.
The walls of the waste fortress were still collapsing, but this time, no one felt scared.