Chapter 294: How Can a Mech Be Without a Chainsaw?

It's no wonder Te Nisi forgets this squad of knights; after all, the rescue team she sent out not long ago hadn't gone far before the bizarre onslaught wiped them out, leaving only Si Te Lin as a lone sprout.

The Commercial Street lies in the southern district, at least several kilometers from here; in such chaotic times, their hope of safely returning to the church is exceedingly slim, and deeming them fallen in battle would not be unreasonable.

However, the knights have been on external protection duty for so long that the bishop's memory of them remains stuck on how they looked over a month ago, so he doesn't realize that, with Ji Ming's assistance, they have long since changed.

As the ruler of the entire Underground World, equipped with a full logistics system, possessing massive wealth, with technology advancing step by step, arms production exploding, and hidden overlords whose combatants number over ten thousand, Ji Ming can even have the mercenaries who temporarily serve as tools pump out barrels of rejuvenation liquid, let alone the knight squad that has been allocated to his name.

First‑generation magic armor: You just charge, you living dad, see when I can smash your two front teeth onto the ground!

When dueling the hated boss, her two odd weapons that resembled both staffs and war hammers were completely smashed, and the mech made a clanging, tinkling noise while moving; she spent ages gathering all the screws.

Although the bigwigs never explicitly stated their identities, this closed‑door conference that gathered several nations, elites from various fields, and even an active chief weapons designer is still referred to years later as "the episode where science had no borders."

……

And it's the highly sought‑after "Virmo Set" even in the Underground World, a treasure handcrafted by the dwarf master, the kind that many players can't afford to fully equip due to lack of funds.

What? I was lying in the Clinic, watching my master father Cheng Long succeed?

The most important thing is…

"Useless Unit 01, its color scheme, and now it's gotten fat."

These bits and pieces aren't highly valuable to him, but they do win people's hearts, and the items were given to his own people without feeling stingy.

Of course, if it were merely an upgrade in equipment quality, the knights might survive the undead calamity, but they could never surf across such a vast distance to reach here, so there's another reason…

"Rage Obsidian Single‑player Edition."

This is Ji Ming—

Now everyone is waiting for the open beta; with ample time and technology finally advanced enough for them to cobble one together, they didn't expect this thing to just jump out.

"I suggest adding a spare frame so it can bear artillery while moving quickly and firing, and also to pre‑test some data for future versions."

Naturally, this is the first‑generation magic armor piloted by AdaiEr, but unlike the original version that last appeared, which made even a demon bear sweat profusely, the current one is a completely different beast, worthy of being called 2.0.

With a cold snort, it surged with a gale toward Si Te Lin in front of the shield formation.

Not just in the internal test; since the first day of the closed beta, countless people have wondered why the Great Holy Seat corporation, with such powerful technology, doesn't let everyone pilot mechs.

What? Da Qing… ah, not the Holy Tree dying?

Ma Ke Qin AK‑47 and the like are still reliable; this millennial falcon‑ox Gundam is just pure nonsense, and if this continues, all my various component orders will be pushed to next year.

Although AdaiEr has a certain mechanical talent and carries her father's full set of research data that he entrusted her to protect with her life, there's no time now to read it all through, nor resources to repair this magic armor; having no choice, she can only seek help from a professional.

Unable to translate.

"Tsk, how can a mech be without a chainsaw? It just so happens I've been tinkering with a magic‑driven chainsaw lately to improve logging efficiency, so I arranged it."

Holy Light Hammer: First‑gen brother, hold on, little brother follows you!

AdaiEr is now level 26; with the magic armor's boost she's over level 30, and with the myriad weapons and accessories, she is definitely a formidable opponent in such a setting.

Thus, although each gift is modest—today a breastplate, tomorrow a longsword—the knight squad is small, only about ten in total, and gradually they ended up swapping a full set of gear for them.

"Considering its size, it's a bit too small; my suggestion is to give it the prototype large‑caliber revolver."

The death rider's idea was good, but at the crucial moment AdaiEr, turned by the death of the enemies before her, changed stance and spotted their ambush.

"Wuwu, it's over."

Meanwhile, each project team quickly reorganized and conducted systematic research on the magic armor data; with ample stock, strong mobility, and the weapon's inherently simple design, they completed its repair by noon the next day.

I'm telling you, don't be resentful, okay? The Holy Tree's grandpa is literally grandpa!

I stayed up all night today to finish tomorrow's paperwork; tomorrow I'll head straight to the concert hall for a full‑day rehearsal, and at night I can still hit the cocktail party and dance all night—that's what I call a hobby, that's what I call responsibility!

In fact, each time he uses the church's carriage, he rummages through the warehouse to see if any interesting items have been reclaimed lately, distributing them as rewards to the knights.

The repair was finished, but the project members still felt a lingering excitement, and a playful spirit began to surface.

What? Ten thousand a day?

Then there's nothing more to say; do we… real workers need rest? Need sleep? I'll launch in a hundred‑day oath formation, now demonstrate how a time‑management master, within two and a half months, can grind the most chaotic magical brother Tan of the Sun‑Moon‑Star to death!

This is AdaiEr—

"Even though I don't know what you actually are, defeating you should feel very rewarding!"

"The interstellar warrior who doesn't trust the Emperor."

When Sterling and Feather Person, this pair of rivals, meet, they're both glaringly angry—one pities the hammer, the other the claw—continuing to clang and collide before the two armies, beginning to forge metal.

What's up? Though my family background isn't great, I'm still genuine and earnest, having turned down countless rich women, earning my keep through hard work as a student, making only this much a month—does that honor my work experience and emotional resolve?

No tardiness, no early leave, just right; squeezing against the deadline to pull out the plan, the annual meeting gets two claps, and that's about living up to the boss's salary.

Having said that, he whips his horse's reins and leads his undead cavalry toward the war machine.

"You poor wretch, how did I even manage to smash your hammer?"

But the surroundings are swarming with dense undead; at this moment, size means clumsiness, and with nowhere left to hide, AdaiEr can only choose to raise her shield in place.

It's a heavily armored steel behemoth that leaves no grass where it steps; its structure resembles a human, except its forearms are two three‑meter‑long, serrated, constantly‑spinning chainsaws.

With a deafening clang, although she managed to block the attack, the death rider's nether‑fire sword sliced through iron like mud, cleaving the hastily forged iron shield in two.

But seeing these pits and hollows, clearly the result of harsh testing, proves that the magic‑driven armor can fully meet its construction purpose, and the mountain‑high, meticulously written design concepts, underlying principles, and even repair suggestions…

Wuwu, my whole family wants someone killed; logically I should plot revenge, but compared to royalty I'm just an ordinary person— even in magic armor I can't beat their bodyguards— so I'll just stay peacefully in a foreign land as a small adventurer, taking my secrets and hatred to the grave.

What I got in return was a chorus of endless chatter.

Feather Person was quite displeased that the younger brother ordered him, but the other side's arrangement wasn't wrong; the small shoes and such can be given to him later.

Grandma, who am I supposed to fight for… sigh, I'll just find a corner to linger, chat with the neighbor old lady over tea now and then, reminisce about the glorious past, endure this life's hardships, sigh, that's about it…

???

But the hammer had already sustained irreversible damage, and now being yanked out for forced operation, with no regard for its own feelings, it refuses to work.

What's terrifying about this data is its perfectly self‑consistent logic; if Qi, magic, and engraving truly exist, then the operation of this magical mechanism is inevitable, with not a single flaw to point out.

Thus the players each contacted their friends, who in turn contacted their friends; within two hours, only a few people at the table could still speak, because they'd all become the behind‑the‑scenes big‑shots' "microphones."

Because of his NPC's special status and overwhelmingly strong technical prowess, every guild was eager to give this bearded uncle face, so they all set aside their current tasks and gathered in the tech lab to discuss.

Uncle, this isn't what your dad made—this is what our dad made! Hand it over!

Bald Strong Armor

Damn it, this is really expensive!

So the death knight didn't dare underestimate the enemy, taking advantage of the chaotic battlefield, he launched a mass charge straight at the machine's rear blind spot.

This is Buluowa—

The loyal knights had reported this to Father Stirling, but Father Stirling was busy every day and had no energy to deal with such trivial matters, so he let the knights accept it with peace of mind, reminding them to thank the Divine Chosen profusely, and that they need not report further.

However, this was no longer a project that Weirmo could run alone, so he halted the entire workshop and had all project teams come help.

"Lord Feather, go kill that lucky escaped holy knight; I'll take care of this monster!"

Newly born primordial demon armor

The design principle of the demon armor is quite ingenious; though it looks like an extremely complex structure, it's actually just adding whimsical ideas to existing technology and making a bold design. Moreover, as an ancient artisan family, their technicians wrote this material in extremely detail—practically idiot-proof.

Originally, in Earth's subsequent history, the creators of those weapons that should have clashed fiercely on the battlefield have actually gathered today, jointly dedicating themselves to researching the same weapon—how utterly fantastical.

Thus, when AdaiEr heard that Sunshine City had an outbreak of zombie plague and wanted to return to the city to find a doctor, she no longer recognized her own first-generation demon armor.

The death knight and the Shadow Feather Person were both bewildered, thinking, "Wait, that's not right—I received such complete information from the deity, and it didn't mention that Sunshine City still had such a thing."

"This weapon seems broken too; why not mount our newly made Winchester shotgun on it?"

At the critical moment, the death knight was quick-witted; he immediately whispered.

In short, with the help of so many professionals and the boost of so many cutting-edge technologies, the current first-generation demon armor 2.0 is ferocious like a great white shark, literally bringing the guardian knights back to the church.

"Kid, this isn't what your dad made—this is clearly what my dad made! Hand it over!"

Furious AdaiEr threw away half a shield, pressing down a swath of zombies, then backhanded a chainsaw; the death knight instinctively blocked with his longsword, but the dazzling sparks from the collision startled him, and he felt a flicker of joy at facing a strong foe.

After AdaiEr was painstakingly advised to study by Ji Ming, she inherited the excellent tradition of Ji Ming's lineage, the Flexible Roll.

"Isn't this frame a bit too thin? What if a dragon bites it? My suggestion is to thicken and reinforce the armor."

Now the doctor is not only a boundless Divine Chosen, but also the master of the Underground World, backed by two deities, and even urges me to activate In the Father's Name to press hard against the Deep Forest royal family.

Oh dear me…

Being able to pilot a mech in a game is actually nothing; no matter how you interact, it's just typing some code. Even if you claim to be piloting a biological combat suit while inside a womb, nobody would find it strange.

After everyone got a copy to read…

These days, aside from work and bathroom breaks, AdaiEr even ate her meals in the combat training camp, holding a bowl, drinking medicine, watching a screen of blood spurts clatter while eating, she sliced from the east field all the way to the west, turning every wild monster she saw into experience, her level soaring from sixteen straight to twenty-six.

Whether a zombie was once an ordinary person or a professional, even if wearing armor and mutated into a small giant elite monster, nothing can survive a round against these super slaughter blades; they can only splatter their own blood and flesh, becoming another fresh coat of paint on the slayer's exterior armor.

"What… what is this?"

After another fierce collision, the battle-worn warhammer shattered outright, scattering into a field of gradually fading light points.

Originally she could have pushed even higher, rushing straight past level thirty in one go, but though her stamina could still hold up thanks to the rejuvenating fluid, the demon armor that had never received any maintenance or repair simply couldn't hold up any longer.

Weirmo initially refused, after all, these Pioneers' whimsical ideas were too many, regardless of feasibility; they just kept piling on chaotic projects.

The Feather Person laughed heartily, his smoking, meat-scented double claws dangling, he flapped his wings and flew into the sky; turning around, another shower of steel feathers fell down.

"If that's the case, then get ready to set out!"