Chapter 438 - 410: Blacksmithing

Ultron!

Lille regained consciousness, a whole dose of Lizard Serum injected into his heart.

His cheeks had already undergone lizardization, and red-green blood streamed from his head, almost obscuring his vision with dark steam filling the office.

Bang.

A large access pod rose from the ground, and Lille stumbled and kneeled inside it.

[Lille: I owe you one this time.]

[Little Octopus: (ง•̀_•́)ง Don’t worry, big brother, I am your solid shield.]

[Little Octopus: But big brother, your body can’t take much more (｡•́︿•̀｡).]

Hiss—

As Lille lay down in the cooling tank, the surface of the water emitted an exaggerated noise.

The cooling greatly decreased the rate of damage to Lille’s brain cells.

The moment he saw the skull, Lille thought of the great name Ultron.

So far, there was no evidence that it was Ultron, but in the Marvel World, there are only a few AIs with names.

Blue is a safe and understandable color in Cyberspace, and the more incomprehensible the data stream, the more it shifts towards a deep, black-red color in Cyberspace.

The birth of roaming AIs is natural, and for most people, their foundational structure appears that color.

Lille paused and looked at Little Octopus:

Little Octopus had already donned slightly red Iron Armor.

[Lille: New clothes?]

Little Octopus fully stretched its tentacles and spun in the air as if it was a skirt.

[Little Octopus: Cool, right?]

[Lille: Cool, reconnect.]

From when Ultron infiltrated to the end of the battle, only one second had passed.

But several servers at Bloom Company had already been burned, and Lille himself had aged 10 years.

Just as Little Octopus started to prepare for long-distance communication in Cyberspace, Lille suddenly thought of something.

[Recipient: T’Challa]

[Lille: How did you know that the Mei Army had already landed in Somalia?]

This information belonged to military secrets, and it would be normal if it didn’t get out.

The Mei Army had been veterans of high-tech wars for over a decade, and locking down information was their forte.

With Iron Soldiers, the Mei Army didn’t even need human involvement in the war, making the chances of any information leaking even lower.

[T’Challa: Lille? Are you all OK? How are Mos and the others?]

[Lille: We’re fine, get to the point.]

[T’Challa: I received a communication from Somalia, some kid somehow found our frequency with a radio...]

[Lille: A student from the Somali Sea?]

[T’Challa: I don’t know, he said he just played around and hit the jackpot.]

[Lille: Can you still contact him?]

[T’Challa: I don’t know, he just said that and then the communication cut off.]

[Lille: Tell me the details, I’ll track it down.]

Lille had a bold guess: the young man from Somalia might not have found the African Union military frequency on his own.

But everything still depended on the situation—

Since communication had been restored, the first thing that had to be dealt with was the security of the Atlas tactical team.

Regular bullets were difficult to effectively damage Iron Soldiers, so he and Tumus redesigned a weapon—

they even designed a method to assemble it under harsh conditions.

Bang!

In the mine, a clear sound of metal striking metal echoed.

...

While Tony was still puzzled, a thrilling cyber-attack had already been completed online.

And then the next second...

Zap!

Sparks burst simultaneously from the doors of Iron Soldiers, and the communication jamming device was blown up!

Tony’s brain, impacted by multiple bizarre phenomena, sank into deep thought.

However...

He soon saw an additional lock-on frame in the display.

The lock-on frame was located on the opposite hillside, a robot shot up like a rocket from the spot!

The Iron Soldier gleamed beautifully under the sun, its completely anthropomorphic posture in Tony’s eyes was the perfect display of anthropomorphic structure—

Iron Soldier was a scalable design, equipped with a rocket launcher, machine guns, all-terrain legs and tracks, as well as a super fuel tank and related engines.

If they considered mass production, they would have to make many compromises, so Iron Soldiers would definitely be like this.

If he were to create a cost no object Combat Robot, he felt:

He would definitely make it happen.

If it involved War Armor or something else, it would be even better.

But before he could think more, when the screen shifted to the battlefield, his face changed dramatically again:

The Iron Soldiers had activated all their weapons!

[Jarvis: Sir, there seems to be some strange noise on the battlefield, like someone forging something.]

"Is now the time to worry about that? Our robots have gone out of control!"

...

Boom!

An entire building was blown away!

"We need to retreat! The firepower is too strong!"

"Hold on!" Frank yelled from behind cover to his comrades on the other side, then looked behind him.

Behind him, medic Kurt was injecting a pharmaceutical into another soldier whose left leg was twisted.

"Hold on! I’m injecting you with a Hemostatic Agent now, you’ll be okay!"

"My leg! I can’t feel my leg!"

"The company will reimburse you! New technology! Forget that old leg..."

Boom!

The next second, several rockets were fired at the comrade who had just been shouting with Frank.

Flames and smoke instantly engulfed him.

Frank’s eyes reddened, "Sandro!!"

Boom!

Another explosion’s shockwave sent Frank flying; this time the explosion site was very close to him.

When he lifted his head, the world was spinning, and all he could hear was ringing in his ears.

He saw Carter holding a Sandro whose Face Armor was shattered, rushing out of the flames, but the next second, some shockwave sent them flying, crashing into the burning wreckage.

Kurt shouldered the wounded man, screaming and waving at him, but he couldn’t feel his own legs at all.

Bullets poured down like rain, the air itself trembling.

He couldn’t hear a sound, but the flashing HUD reminded him that some giant was approaching from behind, each step shaking the earth.

He turned around just in time to see an Iron Soldier marching towards him—

About to rush towards him.

Suddenly, a black man with reddened eyes burst out of the wreckage, holding a blood-stained Data Knife, and fiercely stabbing at the gaps of the Iron Soldier!

But he wasn’t trained, he couldn’t truly stab into a machine’s interior.

Fear and anger mixed in the black man’s eyes as he screamed furiously, but he just couldn’t penetrate with the knife!

This action seemed even more threatening in the eyes of the Iron Soldier, and its machine gun instantly turned towards the black man—

Almost shoved the gun barrel into his mouth!

Bang!

A blue trajectory pierced through the Iron Soldier’s body, directly blasting through its fuel tank—

Frank acted swiftly, shooting out Spider Silk to pull the black man over!

Boom!

A miniature mushroom cloud rose from the ground!

Flames and the shockwave rolled Frank over, and by the time he stopped tumbling, half of his protective plates were glowing red-hot and falling off.

And the black man, severely burned over a large area of his skin.

The explosion’s core, the Iron Soldier, completely turned into pitch-black scrap, with only a bit of its legs still recognizable, the rest either melted and blasted away or completely deformed.

Whoo—

The sky roared with engine sounds as a humanoid robot descended, and the other Iron Soldiers as if to give it the stage, stopped shooting.

The robot had a highly human-like physique, an all-black alloy body, and even used very flamboyant red paint for decoration—

Upon landing, it immediately grabbed a Repulsion Cannon from an Iron Soldier, aiming it at the mine...

Bang!

A blue trajectory appeared in the air.

Ultron’s arm was blasted off.

Bang!

A huge noise like a blacksmith hammering iron echoed from the mine, clear yet heavy.

If you listened carefully, you could even hear the sound of mechanical structures meshing.

And Ultron, watching his blown-off arm, a voice filled with anger and confusion rose:

"I... came to help you, but why are you so barbaric?"

However, the next second, it had no mood to pose:

A long and thick gun barrel extended from the mine, brimming with energy, aimed directly at it.

[Lille: Who did you learn this penchant for showing off from?]