Chapter 319 Steam Taoist vs. Mechanical Monk After laughing dryly for a few times, Yin Xiu turned the machete upside down, held the tip in his hand, and handed the handle to Haruyo.
"What?" Haruyo asked.
"Defense yourself."
Yin Xiu raised the machete in his hand.
"I have this!" Haruyo patted the gun on his waist.
Yin Xiu smiled and said, "Can you beat someone to death?"
"It seems so."
Haruyo took the machete, turned it around in his hand, and then asked another question: "Can this chop kill someone?"
"That's why I said it was for your self-defense."
As soon as Yin Xiu finished speaking, bursts of eardrum-trembling sounds came from all directions.
It sounded like mechanical friction, or like a hammer hitting iron felt, which made people feel their temples pounding.
"coming."
Yin Xiu didn't look at the door at first glance, but looked at the ceiling.
There should be something moving on the top of the concrete floor separated by a layer. It was heavy and rough, and it was undisguised. It seemed that it was making such a sound just to let the two of them know.
Yin Xiu thought of something, took two suitable wrenches from the table, and stuffed them behind his back.
While he was slowly getting ready, a shadow elongated by the light finally appeared at the door, like a snake or the reflection of a long worm.
"Amitabha, Elder Shi Ming of the Tiexin Sect is here to visit. Can I come in and talk to you?"
It was a hearty greeting that shook the windows in the entire corridor.
"It's not convenient, but the door is open." Yin Xiu replied.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, there was a squeaky mechanical friction sound outside the door, along with the familiar sound of an air pump releasing pressure.
Although she didn't know what kind of monster was walking outside the door, Yin Xiu knew that it should be a rather heavy guy.
Sure enough, after the heart beat a few times, the thick guy appeared.
It was clear that he looked just like the common Maitreya Buddha statues on the market. Although he was not tall, his shoulders were completely packed into the door frame. When he walked in, the paint on the door frame was rubbed off.
Watching him move in slowly like a fat man who had finally managed to squeeze himself into the seat, Yin Xiu frowned.
At this time, Yin Xiu finally understood why when Chun Dai talked about these guys, he said they were iron lumps.
The thick body is covered with silver iron folds, giving it a rough and traditional feel.
The monk of the Iron Heart Sect, standing in any museum, is enough to represent the level of industrial sculpture of this generation. This is just a living mechanical statue.
"Is he the one who tricked you?" Yin Xiu asked.
Haruyo took another cautious look, then shook his head, "The guy who gave me the dice looked more normal. Unlike this guy, he didn't look human at all."
"Then I understand."
Yin Xiu pulled up a folding stool, sat down with a golden sword, and put one hand on the table.
"Monk, are you here to admit your mistake?"
Shi Ming obviously paused, and then said slowly: "I don't know what is wrong with this poor monk?"
"do not know?"
Yin Xiu and Chun Dai looked at each other and both laughed.
"It seems that you, the monk, are not here to negotiate, but to fight?" Yin Xiu's voice rose an octave.
"The poor monk has no intention of fighting."
It seemed that Shi Ming's neck was welded to the body and could not be rotated, which made it seem as if he was looking straight at or even looking down at the other person when he spoke.
"Then what are you here for, reminiscing about old times?" Haruyo asked.
"The poor monk came here to retrieve the sixteen-sided dice. I also asked the two donors to cooperate and return the dice to our sect so that we can form a good relationship."
"I'm going to beat you up. You gave me a fake dice last time, but this time..."
Before Chun Dai could finish speaking, he was pulled by Yin Xiu.
Yin Xiu patted his shoulder, signaled Chun Dai to calm down, and then stood up.
"Aren't you going to give the dice to those Qi Refiners? We have already handed it over to them for you."
"Oh?"
Shi Ming's body trembled with some confusion.
"You are a good man who is willing to help others?"
Yin Xiu shook his head, "I can't say, but I am definitely a person who must fulfill my mission. If I say I want to deliver it, I must deliver it. If you have anything, go talk to those Qi Refiners. Anyway, I think you are not good in some aspects." Quite similar."
Shi Ming exhaled a burst of white smoke from his "mouth", and the two yellow balls on his face turned around and over, seeming to be sizing up Yin Xiu and glaring at him.
"Why do you see it? The poor monk has been in Wujian for many years, and this is the first time I have heard that we are similar to the Qi Refiners."
"Yes, of course. They have a tough temper, but you have a tough neck."
"Hehe, hehe."
Shi Ming's body shook twice and made a buzzing sound, as if he was laughing.
"Is this funny?" he asked again in a low voice.
"Isn't it funny?" "It's not funny."
Shi Ming's voice suddenly became low and cold, making people wonder how such timbre and tone could be transmitted from this Maitreya-like body.
Could it be that something went wrong, giving a cat the vocal cords of a dog? But that's the fact. When these three words came out of his body, both Yin Xiu and Chun Dai couldn't help but feel goosebumps on their arms.
Yin Xiu was the first to react and pushed Chun Dai away.
"careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, in front of them, Shi Ming's body, which looked like a giant rice dumpling or an iron tree, suddenly cracked and blossomed.
More than a dozen muskets of different lengths stretched out from inside, and green smoke emitted from the muzzles, which was the reaction when the gunpowder was ignited.
Now Chun Dai also understood. He and Yin Xiu broke the window and ran out.
Almost as soon as the heel left the window, the hot projectiles tore through the frame of the window, and fire and smoke spread throughout the room.
I don’t know what the situation is in Chundai, but as soon as Yin Xiu landed on the ground while grabbing the messy pipeline, a shadow was cast above his head.
Without enough time to raise his head, he rolled forward quickly, and bits of gravel immediately hit his back.
At this time, Yin Xiucai turned around. The mandarin duck blade poked out from his sleeve, slashed upward, and held a Guandao that was glowing with cold light!
It was also a monk whose whole body was made of metal, but compared to Shi Ming, he looked much slimmer and stronger, and he looked like a muscular monk in the comics.
Yin Xiu pushed the opponent's knife upward with force, and then jumped away.
But the monk's sword followed closely, whistling towards Yin Xiu's head.
Just as he was about to cut off Yin Xiu's head, Yin Xiu, who was still retreating, advanced instead of retreating and suddenly collided with her again, her red scales glowing with fire.
It turned out that he was pretending to retreat, and after inducing the monk to strike with the knife, he took advantage of the moment when the opponent's moves were getting old, and he stepped forward again and got into the wide open door.
Chi Chi! ! !
There was a sharp metal friction sound that almost made one's teeth ache, and the mandarin duck blade in Yin Xiu's hand caused a series of sparks on the iron monk's body surface.
The tip of his knife bounced off the armor! [Not only is it hard, it also has some elasticity that can withstand fire! 】
Yin Xiu reacted immediately. When the monk struggled to pull the knife back, Yin Xiu had already circled behind him. The tip of the knife was twisted diagonally and pierced the monk's armpit.
boom! Several more sparks exploded, although they still hit the iron block.
But in this area where mobility is required at the expense of structural rigidity, the joint's defense is obviously not enough.
Yin Xiu pierced it with the knife, turned his wrist again, and an arm flew out spinning, bringing out black liquid and thin smoke.
It shouldn't be painful, but the monk still roared and grabbed the Guandao with his other hand like throwing a spear, and stabbed it straight towards Yin Xiu.
But before he could take action, his body suddenly sank again and he knelt down.
It turned out that part of the back knee of one of his feet had been cut off by Yin Xiu, causing him to lose his balance.
Before she could react, the black light in Yin Xiu's hand flipped and leaped forward, and the monk's remaining hand was split into several pieces in an instant.
The wrists, elbows, and shoulders were separated with clear proportions by Yin Xiu cruelly and accurately, and the parts flew together in an instant.
At this moment, another iron monk fell from the sky.
It was a slightly shorter, "short" monk holding two swords behind his back.
Although the strength and speed of these monks are not related to their body size, Yin Xiu still classifies these iron lumps from a human perspective.
Yin Xiu turned around and followed the gap to cut off the connection between the monk's rotating neck and body.
A mottled metal ball fell to the ground, making a dull sound. It mixed with the parts on the ground and black engine oil to form an absurd and terrifying picture.
However, Yin Xiu didn't have time to appreciate it. He raised his sword and collided with the guy who also held two swords but was almost twice as long as him.
After all, these guys are not flesh and blood. When using weapons, you don't need to consider the so-called ergonomics, it's just what makes them comfortable.
With a misalignment, Yin Xiu had two more holes on her shoulders, and pieces of her clothes flew into the air.
And two sparks exploded from the monk's body.
The swords of both sides were comparable, but in comparison, Yin Xiu turned around faster.
When the swordsman realized it and wanted to turn around and chop Yin Xiu, Yin Xiu had already slashed his heel, which is what foreigners call the Achilles tendon.
The swordsman immediately knelt on the ground, his swift body sluggish.
Like chewing gum, a wrench or a screwdriver being thrown into the high-speed rotating gears, his body made an uncomfortable sound, lacking lubricant, and he suddenly slowed down for half a beat.
The black knife slashed across Yin Xiu's hand. Just like before, one of the monk's hands immediately spun and flew out.
After another turn, his other hand met the same fate.
The two long knives, which were too heavy for humans and had an inappropriate center of gravity, fell to the ground with two clangs.
Yin Xiu stabbed the knife into the chest that was used to dissipate heat and was exposed to the flames of the steam engine.
puff!
An overly strange yet familiar feeling came from the tip of the knife.
This should not originally belong to these mechanical bodies.
Yin Xiu smiled and instantly understood the mystery. He looked at the other iron lump that had been "paralyzed" on the ground.
"You mechanical-headed bastards, it turns out that this is what you are trying to do. Let me expose your diorama."
(End of this chapter)