Chapter 1791 - 900: Steam Ironclad Troopers

These entities are not Immortal Gods.

Their thinking patterns are completely alien to humans, impossible to comprehend.

Their mere existence is toxic, instinctively contaminating, distorting, and devouring all life around them.

Eliminating these "foreign objects" is the mission that the Twelve Primordial Spirits received from Qiankun Academy.

Sha Lifei glanced at the numerous skilled Xuan Sacrificial Officers at the center of the camp and couldn’t help but sneer, "Is such a grand setup necessary to deal with this hide-and-seek relic?"

"Why not just slip in and drag it out with a few of us?"

These things are troublesome, but compared to what they encountered before, they’re nothing.

Li Yan shook his head slightly, looking at the dark silhouette of the distant mountain, "They called us just to ensure backup, to make sure nothing goes wrong, preventing that thing from acting in desperation. The true ’protagonists’ in action are other things..."

"Buzz — Creak — Boom!"

Before the words were finished, a dull roar with intense metal friction and steam eruption exploded suddenly from the largest tent in the center of the camp!

The entire ground trembled slightly.

The sturdy canvas tent was abruptly torn and flung open by an immense force from inside!

To everyone’s astonishment, a giant figure slowly "stood" up from the torn tent!

It was about three meters tall, wholly made of dark and heavy metal, with thick rivets and gears engraved with runes connecting its joints.

At this moment, those gears were spinning frantically, emitting a piercing sound of friction!

Even more terrifying, it was surrounded by a palpable Astra Bane Qi, black and white streams swirling and rushing around its metallic surface with a low, hissing sound.

A large amount of white steam erupted violently from the exhaust vents on its back.

Toot —!

A whistle, like a train horn, instantly spread over half the camp.

It was evidently a humanoid machine!

Or rather, it was a fusion of ancient Mo Family mechanical techniques, Mystic Sect artifact refining methods, Meishan Taoist secrets, and the Ministry of Industry’s latest firearms technology—a "Mysterious Armor Divine Machine"!

Sha Lifei’s jaw nearly dropped to his feet.

"Wha...what the hell is this?!"

His eyes bulged round as he stared at the sudden emergence of this iron lump.

"Toot —!!!"

Another eardrum-piercing whistle, shaking the campfire into a triple sway.

"Ha ha, never seen this before, right!"

Kuai Dayou clapped his hands over his ears and quickly leaned close to Sha Lifei, shouting, "You weren’t here to see it! Those old scholars from Qiankun Academy, together with the lunatics from the Ministry of Industry’s Divine Machine Camp, and the death-defying Meishan Taoists, cobbled this thing together! It’s called the ’Mysterious Armor Divine Machine’! Truly... a masterpiece by the hands of God!"

Li Yan sat cross-legged to the side, his expression calm, but inside, he was equally amazed.

A thousand years ago, the Mo Sect crafted the "Chasing Rat Pills", small enough to chase mice around a room, lifelike and lively.

Today, the court, pouring its entire might, successfully brought forth a new "Gang Qi Steam Engine", infusing this dead thing with the strength of an ox and blending it with some Mystical Sect Techniques’ wickedness.

The "technology" of this world has already veered onto another absurd yet powerful path.

The iron lump before him, its joint movements still raw and cumbersome, far from dexterous, yet with its brute force, and the latent Thunder Fire breaking evil power on its iron fists...

Li Yan understood clearly, if struck by this, whether it’s the Golden Bell Shield from thirty years of hard training or a full-fledged Copper Armor Corpse, they would likely suffer broken bones and dissipated Evil Qi!

The logic isn’t complex.

Humans cultivate with regard to their roots and understanding, even if they push their Gang Qi and Sha Qi to the limit, it’s finite.

This iron creature is different!

Its belly is fueled by the "Gang Qi Steam Furnace", producing endless Gang Qi!

The arrays carved into its iron shell, though only executing a few rigid techniques—bounding high and leaping far based on "Earth Escape Talisman", smashing out its fists with a little Thunder Fire’s exorcizing sparks, or the short blades springing from its arm guards enveloped in the cold light of the "Breaking Evil Talisman"—

But it can’t help that its fist is a solid thousand pounds of iron!

Combined with the targeting-breaking evil power...

There aren’t many in this world who can withstand it.

The method of control is also exceptionally unique.

It’s not controlled by someone inside; instead, a simple magic platform was set up beside it.

An old Daoist with graying hair, wearing a faded old Daoist robe, was stepping the Astral Step, forming Spirit Officer Techniques with his hands, chanting silently.

At the center of the platform, offered was not a Divine Master Tablet, but a palm-sized straw man, with crookedly written Four Pillars of Destiny in vermillion, a few strands of hair wrapped around the straw man’s neck.

With the old Daoist’s hoarse low cry: "Rise!"

The enormous "Mysterious Armor Divine Machine" suddenly shook, the gears emitting a rapid "clatter" like exploding beans, and the entwining black and white Astra Bane Qi surged suddenly.

Boom!

The heavy iron foot stomped fiercely on the ground, hard rock shattering and collapsing like tofu.

The entire iron lump, using this violent recoil, like a boulder catapulted by a trebuchet, with a whistling sound of oppressive wind, suddenly leaped seven or eight zhang (about 70-80 feet) high.

It drew a brutal arc, slamming heavily towards the dark forest outside the camp!

Thud!!!

At the landing point, the ground shook violently.

The dust mixed with steam soared into the sky, leaving a cracked pit around a zhang in diameter (about 3.3 feet).

Immediately, the iron silhouette, without stopping, stomped again, once more launching like a cannonball, leaving behind chaos and the air filled with the smell of scorching and sulfur.

Li Yan, Wang Daoxuan, and Sha Lifei exchanged a silent glance.

Li Yan flipped his wrist, and the Duan Chen Blade was already sheathed.