Chapter 96: It's time to show the real technology!

When Ouk translated the original words of 【One-Mouth-Full-of-Flowery-Language】 to all the engineering rats present, almost all the rats were stunned on the spot.

An undead...

And it was the lowest-level skeleton soldier.

This guy not only laughed at them for not understanding what a real robot is at all, but also had the nerve to say he wanted to rebuild one for them? What a joke! "%￥#@!"

"#￥%#!!"

Unable to restrain the anger in his heart anymore, a group of mole-men cursed out loud, those slangs learned from the dwarves were even unheard of by Hearing You You, so naturally they couldn't be translated.

"Quiet! All quiet! Are you trying to rebel!" Zhuangzhuang, covered in cold sweat, tried to stabilize the situation, but not a single rat listened to him.

Snap screamed angrily.

"Rebel?! We didn't!"

"We are just worried that the Demon King was deceived by villains!"

"That's right!"

"How could a goblin and a lizardman know anything about inscriptions! Do you want the undead to tell us what an inscription is!"

"That's right!"

"Unless you prove it to us!"

Seeing that the spearhead was suddenly pointed at himself, Ouk was so angry that his nose was crooked. "What do you mean?! Ouk deceived the Demon King? You actually... actually questioned Ouk's loyalty to the Demon King!"

This time, it wasn't just Snap and Bare, the current councilors, but even the engineering rats surrounding them shouted together.

"We didn't say that!"

"We just want to see your ability!"

"That's right! If you have real ability, what are you worried about?!"

"Just let us see, the goblin's understanding of inscriptions!"

"That's right, that's right! Let me see what kind of machine is not industrial trash?"

They seemed to have forgotten the miserable defeat of the big guy.

But even if they remembered, I'm afraid they wouldn't care, because it was obvious that it was because of the improper operation of the three idiots.

Looking at this group of cowardly but obviously unconvinced guys, Ouk's face was ugly. If he didn't give them a warning, how could he do work in the future? Bond didn't talk nonsense, just silently put his hand on the hilt of the great sword.

Seeing that action, the mole-men around were startled, and the noisy sound suddenly subsided a lot.

Looking at this group of cowardly but obviously unconvinced guys, the lizardman acolyte said slowly with a hoarse voice.

"It seems necessary to hold a sacrificial ritual... Mr. Ouk, what do you think?"

Ouk hadn't answered yet, but Zhuangzhuang, who was sitting on Bond's shoulder, panicked.

"No! Please wait a moment, please give them another chance!"

The lizardman acolyte didn't pay attention to him.

Although they were all servants of the Demon King, it was obvious that there was a difference between servants and servants in terms of first come, first served, and closeness.

"Ouk thinks..."

Ouk, who had a bitter face, wanted to open his mouth, but the players' voices suddenly came from behind him.

"Simply put, you have to show a hand to enter the city, right?"

"Hey, this routine is too old-fashioned."

"Skip!"

"Hurry up, don't be dawdling, just show them a hand."

That creaking sound couldn't be understood by others, but Ouk, who carried a translation crystal, understood it clearly.

Not only that, through the crystal bestowed by the Demon King, he could even see the names of these skeleton soldiers clearly.

However, it was also because of this that his face revealed a look of surprise.

"Show them a hand?! You... you are sure?"

"What's the problem," One-Mouth-Full-of-Flowery-Language said impatiently.

"No, no..."

Ouk shook his head, staring straight at the Demon King's minions, as if looking at monsters...

If it were that adult, he definitely wouldn't talk nonsense with this group of guys, and would have directly made blood flow like a river!

How come it became that adult's minions, and they are easy to talk to instead? "If you don't mind, this is of course the best... after all, we still have use for them." Ouk said in a low voice.

Looking at the cowardly Ouk, Zheng Fangxing couldn't help but complain.

"What's there to mind, it's just a task."

Foot-stepping two cars: "You don't understand, players only need to do tasks, NPCs have to consider many things... manual funny."

Seeing that the Demon King's minions had no objections, Ouk didn't say anything more, coughed at the group of trembling but unwilling to retreat engineering rats, and shouted arrogantly.

"Thank the Demon King for his kindness! Not only did that adult's minions forgive your rudeness, but they also decided to let you open your eyes and worship at his feet wholeheartedly! Speak, what do you want us to show?"

Not expecting that the Demon King's minions would not show any fear, a group of engineering rats revealed expressions of surprise, whispering and talking to each other.

After a long time, Sharp Tooth quietly told the group's resolution to Snap.

The latter cleared his throat and shouted in a sharp voice with courage. "Big guy! If you can make the big guy move again! We will consider you truly understand what an inscription is!"

While saying this, he pointed his fleshy finger behind the crowd, at the robot paralyzed next to the garbage dump.

Ever since the last challenge to the Demon King failed, this robot had been thrown next to the garbage dump and no one cared about it.

Players passing by the garbage dump didn't even notice this big guy.

Until the mole-man pointed it out to them, they were surprised to find that there was actually a giant robot sitting next to the garbage dump?! "Holy crap?!"

"Gundam?!"

"Wait, this group of moles has something, is this thing driven by Nether-script?!"

"Look at the subtitles, it says inscription, but it seems to be the same thing."

"6666!"

Looking at the group of undead creaking and shouting, the corners of Gabeng's mouth couldn't help but curl up with a proud arc.

Although he couldn't understand what the group of undead were saying, it was obvious that it was a reaction of surprise and excitement, and he would absolutely not see this wrong.

"How about it?! Scared, right! Now do you still dare to say our masterpiece is industrial trash?"

However, no one listened to his showing off.

Discovering that he had missed such an interesting "toy," a group of life-profession players didn't care about looking at any subtitles, one by one they gathered in front of that beggar-version Gundam, touching and looking around.

"Good guy! Is this installing a 120mm cannon on the arm?"

"The Demon King's army even has Gundams?! Can this war still be lost?!"

"Hey, isn't strength relative, what if magic can replace heavy artillery clusters? You can't use it even if you drive a 59."

"Bah! I don't believe it! Unless you let me drive it!"

A group of life-profession players chattered and argued, and unexpectedly went off-topic.

Only players who really knew the goods were still studying the details of this beggar-version Gundam, especially the power components, energy systems, and control units.

And after studying these things, some players already had expressions of disappointment on their faces.

Gabeng listened very carefully and was just about to digest the knowledge points, but seeing that the undead didn't intend to stop after gesturing for a round, he immediately summoned another wave of engineering rats, instructing them to find and process the next set of parts, as well as what inscriptions to carve on this set of parts.

By this point, Gabeng was completely dumbfounded, unable to keep up with his rhythm at all.

From moving parts to energy components and the operation interface, this guy seemed to have a three-dimensional blueprint in his head, breaking down complex mechanical structures into individual modules! Previously, when the Iron Tooth tribe designed robots, they mostly relied on each engineer's own initiative, and only when making "Big Guys" would they discuss it together.

However, even when they discussed it together, they built while discussing, and would never, like this, explain every detail of the project before even starting to build the robot's frame, or even break it down into many units to be handed to different groups to work on.

Given the current situation of the Iron Tooth tribe where no one respects anyone else, this was almost impossible to achieve.

And Gabeng was surprised to find that after this guy broke it down, the originally complex project seemed to become simple in an instant!

Not only that—

What shocked Gabeng the most was not just this guy's engineering planning ability, but also the latter's application and understanding of inscriptions! Previously, when designing "Big Guys," the engineering rats of the Iron Tooth tribe, in order to make the Da Da Kuaitou move flexibly, adopted the method of installing a corresponding control lever for every mechanical part to coordinate them.

But this guy was different!

He first designed a "control center" integrated with various action commands, and then connected all parts with specific code written on them to this control center.

Only when a certain part needed to be driven to work would the control center connect that part to the "energy module."

Through this design, they didn't need to design long, redundant inscriptions for every joint; the vast majority of the inscriptions were concentrated on a small metal plate!

And at the same time, the robot pilot's workload would also be greatly reduced!

According to this Demon King's minion with the strange name himself, he could reduce the three pilots required to just one person to operate the entire machine!

Besides that, complex actions that originally required twenty control levers to complete could also be simplified to be achieved with just two control levers plus two pedals!

"Incredible! Who taught you all these things?!" Unable to suppress the shock in his heart any longer, Gabeng said in surprise.

In front of this undead, he felt that he, who had been working hard under the dwarves for more than ten years, was simply like a raw recruit who had come into contact with inscriptions for the first time! And those mind-boggling permutations and combinations simply subverted his understanding of inscriptions—

So inscriptions could be used like this?! At this moment, Gabeng finally understood why this guy was so confident, saying that as long as they followed along once, they would feel the difference.

More than just different! These logically rigorous inscription sequences, compared to the inscriptions he had known before, were simply like another language!

Could it be—

That the orthodoxy of the God of Machines, Lin Te Aisake, is actually here?!

Looking at the dumbfounded mole-man, "One Gulp of Chemical Pool" chuckled and couldn't help but show off.

"Taught us? Does this stuff need teaching? Isn't it something you can do as long as you have hands?"

The translation crystal translated his words to Gabeng exactly as they were, and the latter was stunned on the spot after hearing them.

Something you can do as long as you have hands?! Isn't this mocking their Iron Tooth clan for not having hands?! What a great humiliation! And what was even more frustrating was that inscriptions were clearly his most proficient field, but he couldn't say a word to refute this guy, and could only muffle his voice and pretend he hadn't heard.

Ouke, who was standing on the side, couldn't watch anymore and gave a light cough, saying.

"Where we come from, this set of technology is called 'Nether Inscriptions'."

Gabeng looked at him, dumbfounded.

"Nether Inscriptions?"

Ouke proudly puffed out his chest.

"That's right, its name is Nether Inscriptions! That is the further improvement of inscription magic by Lord Demon King on the basis of the God of Machines, Lin Te Aisake! The latter defined new grammar for inscriptions, while Lord Demon King used it to write a new language!"

Not missing any opportunity to suck up, Ouke naturally attributed all this credit to his master.

He even attributed his own share to him as well.

Gabeng's eyes first fell into confusion, then gradually burned with the flames of excitement, looking eagerly at the goblin in front of him.

At this moment, proving whether the other party's attainments in the mechanical field were above the Iron Tooth clan was no longer important...

Clearly, they were not just a little bit ahead, but ahead of the Iron Tooth clan by an entire epoch! No—

Not just the Iron Tooth clan.

Gabeng dared to bet his chest that even the dwarves they once served could not compare to these guys in the field of inscription research!

That Demon King—

Had truly played with inscriptions until they blossomed! "That Nether Inscription! Can you teach us?"

Looking at Gabeng, whose eyes were filled with a thirst for knowledge, Ouke's nose almost reached the sky, as if it were himself, not some skeleton soldier, gesturing and bossing around a group of engineering rats.

Of course, there was no difference anyway.

After all, the Nether Inscription knowledge mastered by those skeleton soldiers ultimately came from him.

"Rest assured, that is exactly why we came here."

Just as Ouke was accepting the worship of the engineering rats on behalf of Lord Demon King, the life-profession players who were left on the side cast envious, jealous, and hateful gazes toward 【One Gulp of Chemical Pool】.

This guy had completely forgotten about them, his "classmates," and was completely immersed in the joy of commanding a group of mole-men to work.

However, one must say, the comprehension of this group of mole-men was indeed strong enough; in just half an hour, they had already assembled one module.

Zheng Fangxing's heart was itching, and after a moment, he finally couldn't help but mutter.

"Damn it... I might as well start a company and play around too!"

He did it as soon as he thought of it.

After "One Gulp of Chemical Pool" finished arranging the work, he raised his flag without a word and established the second magic workshop operated by players in the Necropolis—"Zheng Fangxing Magic Workshop."

He was bad at naming things and wasn't as good at using memes as the young people, so after thinking for a long time, he finally just hung his own ID on it.

Just like that, under the temptation of roasted sweet potatoes and "Nether Inscription" technology, the commotion in Iron Tooth City subsided inexplicably.

Relying on powerful Nether Inscription technology and engineering experience far beyond the current era, the Demon King's minions deeply conquered the hearts of the Iron Tooth clan's engineering rats, making the latter willingly bow down at the feet of Lord Demon King.

Zhuang Zhuang, sitting on Bond's shoulder, breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

And the Death Priest standing on the side felt a little regretful; it seemed there was no chance to show off his skills this time.

Not far away.

Looking at the engineering rats who had defected one after another, the thirteen elders of the Tooth Council who had been fanning the flames all showed dejected expressions.

Especially Sharp Tooth.

This fat-headed, big-eared mole-man was so angry he almost bit his front teeth off.

"Damn it! This bunch of weak things! They actually bowed their heads just like that! Damn it!"

He had thought Lord Demon King was just bragging.

But he didn't expect that the goblins and undead sent by that lord really understood inscriptions, and their attainments in inscriptions were actually higher than the engineers in the clan!?

Looking at the group of engineering rats who were admiring them with their whole bodies on the ground, he knew very well that he had lost the opportunity to challenge the new order.

He could only lie low for now...

(End of chapter)