When the fortress gate collapsed, Qin Tieluo was squatting in the iron lump's stomach looking for a wrench. The purple-black energy fragments splashed onto the wreckage of the mecha and instantly condensed into crystal salt, but he acted as if he didn't see and screwed the last psychic screw into the bolt of the toilet cannon - an old part that had been replaced with Feng Hao's mechanical arm, which was said to have a higher psychic transmission efficiency than the new one.
"Old chap, did you hear me?" " He tapped the instrument panel of Iron lumps, the pointer already pointing to the red zone. "Zhao Kun's grandson's mecha is at least three hundred pounds heavier than last year."
A "sizzling" sound of electric current came from the speaker of the iron block, as if responding. Its tracks were almost worn out, and Qin Tieluo had to bind them three times with wire to barely turn them; Most of the paint on the toilet lid turret had fallen off, revealing the mottled rust beneath, the mixture that Lin Banxia had patched for him last year, which was now glowing with a pale golden light.
"Boom!"
Another wave of energy crashed into the inner wall of the fortress, the "notes" drawn by Chen Mohen shattered all over the ground, and the ashes of the burning talismans landed on Qin Tieluo's work clothes. He looked up and saw Feng Hao propping up the tottering beam with his mechanical arm. His blue-purple spiritual energy kept the electromagnetic net of the Iron Eagle Guard out, but it couldn't stop the purple-black energy seeping in through the cracks in the wall - it crawled into the joints of the iron clumps like maggots, leaving greenish rust marks.
"It's your turn to play." Qin Tieluo poured the last half bucket of psychic glue into the gun barrel and stuffed three "sticky talismans" of Chen Mohen. "Remember, it's for the joints."
The engine of the iron lump suddenly roared, not a malfunction, but excitement. It rushed out of the control room, the toilet cannon aimed at the first group of mechs to rush into the fortress, spewing out a bluish-golden light - the glue of the spirit mixed with the stickiness of the talisman paper formed a huge net in mid-air, and the three mechs in the front row were instantly stuck together, the hydraulic joints made a "click click" wail, but could not break free.
"Pretty!" Qin Tieluo grabbed Chen Mohen, who was still in a daze, and ran into the underground passage. "Feng Hao! Lin Banxia! Go!"
Feng Hao's robotic arm was cracked, and the high-frequency vibration of the electromagnetic net was about to break the wires inside. He watched the iron block alone facing the surging group of mechs, and suddenly remembered what Qin Tieluo had said: "The core of this old fellow was made by my father with fragments of the spirit vein from the previous era, and it could blow up half a mountain peak."
Lin Banxia's mechanical dog barked furiously at the iron lump as if saying goodbye. She saw the thing Qin Tieluo had stuffed into the iron Lump - not a bomb, but a yellowed photo album with pictures of the iron Lump after each modification, and on the last page with Qin Tieluo's crooked words: "Scrap has dignity."
"The self-explosion program starts." A mechanical sound suddenly came from Iron Lump's speaker, not set by Qin Tieluo, but manipulated by Yan Yuanxiu's data stream, "ten seconds countdown."
Qin Tieluo paused his steps, but did not turn back, but pushed Chen Mohen even more urgently: "Don't worry, there are plenty of junk!"
Feng Hao's mechanical arm suddenly burst with its last psychic power, propped up the Daoguang Shield at the entrance of the passage. Lin Banxia splashed the mixture onto the light shield. The pale golden liquid made the barrier stronger, but it couldn't stop the loud noise behind him --
The psychic core of the iron lump exploded.
Not a shrill rumble, but a gentle explosion. Blue-purple psychic energy and pale golden mixture condensed into a huge flower in the center of the fortress, the mecha wreckage was shaken off among the petals, and the purple-black energy web burned to ashes like ignited paper in an instant. The shockwave of the explosion hit the light shield, but turned into countless light spots, gently landing on the shoulders of the people, like the final farewell of iron lumps.
In the underground passage, Qin Tieluo felt the wrench in his pocket - the part that had fallen off the iron block when it was first activated. He suddenly laughed, but tears fell on the wrench, making a "ding" sound.
"Old man, I'll get you a pure gold toilet seat next time."