Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1000: Section 647: Eastern Observations (Part 3)_2

Chapter 1000: Section 647: Eastern Observations (Part 3)_2

The Elf ambassador crossed his arms and nodded with a smile: "That’s right, I thought the same as you. I even considered that the day Sir Malin mentioned would come soon... but now I’m starting to think that my concept of ’soon’ is the Elves’ version of ’soon,’ while Sir Malin’s ’soon’ aligns with humans’ sense of time."

"Hahaha." The Dwarf burst out laughing and slapped his own leg: "Did you finally realize that your ’soon’ is different from ours?"

"Indeed... My dear friend, you’d better achieve Legendary status sooner rather than later. That way, the two Great Craftsmen can collaborate for a very long time, creating more and finer equipment for Sir Malin and this world, so that Chaos will suffer greatly." Just as the Elf ambassador said this, he suddenly felt vibrations coming from the ground.

"What’s happening?" He looked around but didn’t see any signs of a Half-human maintenance team, nor did it seem like Sir Malin had planned to activate Mecha Seven. "Wait a minute, my dear friend, am I seeing things? Mecha Seven seems to be moving?"

"...Indeed, damn it! It’s moving! What’s going on... Hold up, there’s a messenger coming." The Dwarf Great Craftsman stretched out his hand to catch the message tossed over by the messenger. Upon unfolding it, he found it was sent by Malin. "Sir Malin summoned Mecha Seven over in the Eastern Kingdom. Wait a second—how is he able to summon the mecha? It hasn’t even been equipped with the so-called Machine Soul!"

Just as the Dwarf Great Craftsman finished his sentence, both he and his Elf friend noticed the viewfinder perched atop Mecha Seven’s head turning toward them.

Before the two of them could react, it accelerated and rushed through the activated teleportation portal.

"It really has gone to the Eastern Kingdom! Damn it, I can’t directly establish a teleportation gateway. Sir Malin is too powerful," the Elf ambassador complained. "He must have encountered formidable Chaos over there."

"Or perhaps there are simply too many of them to fend off all at once," the Dwarf Great Craftsman speculated, then sighed with sorrow — so many enemies, yet his hammer and his men couldn’t be there to join the fray.

"What exactly has Sir Malin run into?" Sensing the forces of the Spell Formation and the teleportation portal, the Half-human Great Craftsman hurriedly arrived at the scene.

"Did your people get summoned?" Both the Dwarf Great Craftsman and the Elf ambassador asked in unison.

The Half-human shook his head: "No, and precisely because of that, I feel it’s incredibly strange."

Upon hearing the Half-human Great Craftsman’s remark, the Elf ambassador turned toward the preparation zone. There, he saw a large ammunition crate disappear before his eyes, only for an empty shell box to materialize a few seconds later.

The Half-human was the first to identify the issue: "Sir Malin now requires the premium services of the Half-humans!"

He turned around and whistled, prompting the Dwarf Great Craftsman and Elf ambassador to witness a sizable contingent of Half-human logistics personnel appearing on-site.

They began sorting ammunition crates and fuel tanks, methodically arranging and placing them in the preparation zone one by one.

"Damn it! I always thought the Half-humans rushed to do logistics work just to steal business from the Gnomes," the Dwarf Great Craftsman grumbled furiously.

The Elf ambassador pondered for a moment and decided to mobilize his own kind to form their own logistics crew—Elves, whether in terms of diligence or other qualities, could outshine the Half-humans in every regard. They were even stronger physically, not to mention their superior appearance.

Elves surpass Half-humans in every aspect. Why relinquish this opportunity to showcase themselves to those tiny Dwarfs?

......

When Bippo proclaimed that the summoning gateway was established, Malin could already feel the presence of Mecha Seven beyond the portal.

Strange, wasn’t it supposed to be unequipped with the Machine Soul?

With such doubts in mind, Malin connected with the will embedded in the mecha.

"This is Aps. I’m remotely operating this mecha. Sir Malin, Bippo told me you require assistance, correct?"

Malin nodded: "Yes, come quickly."

Well done, Bippo, you really are the quintessential social butterfly.

Though somewhat unexpected, Malin didn’t find any problem with the new connections Bippo had forged.

"Old Kay, guard this area." Malin tossed his gun to Old Kay, then followed the trench backward to leave.

......

"Sir, where are you going?" A soldier asked curiously.

"How would I know?!" Old Kay retorted, then barked at them: "Stay ready! Once those bastards jump in, show them something they’ll never forget!"

"Wait, what’s that?" That soldier suddenly pointed behind Old Kay, catching his attention. Turning to look back, Old Kay saw a colossal black metallic Machine Soul emerging from the glowing teleportation portal.

"A rogue Machine Soul?!" Old Kay had never seen a contraption this huge. As he let out a hysterical scream, he glimpsed Malin leaping onto the Mech Mechanical Arm.

What is Sir Malin doing?!

How is that thing moving on its own?!

Old Kay’s first thought was that the Legendary figure was trying to dismantle the Machine Soul barehanded.

Then he and his subordinates watched as Malin jumped onto the mecha’s top and... climbed inside?

"Did Sir Malin climb into it?" An eagle-eyed soldier confirmed the action.

"Yes, he climbed in," Old Kay affirmed, then they saw the mecha raise its enormous right arm and aim it in their direction.

As the first shell flew toward them, all Old Kay could think was that they were doomed.

But when that hunk of iron zoomed above his head and exploded innocuously outside the trench, the seasoned veteran couldn’t contain his curiosity and excitement. Carefully peeking out, he witnessed the Chaos soldiers crumbling helplessly like stalks before a scythe.

"Our Machine Soul! It’s ours!" Another soldier popped his head out as well, screaming with glee, until Old Kay yanked him back into the protection of the trench.

Before the young soldier could complain, they saw the trajectory of the firing line shifting leftward.

The rain of bullets zipped past above their heads, with one or two landing precariously near the front of their trench, showering everyone in dirt.

Yet no one grumbled. Old Kay even burst into laughter, laughing so hard he teared up—if only they’d had something akin to this during their great retreat, would they have ever needed to flee at all?

Lost in that thought, he heard the booming sound of cannons.

Looking up, both he and the soldiers caught sight of a massive projectile barreling over their heads.

"What the hell is that thing?!" Old Kay was still dumbfounded, though some daring soldiers ventured out to take a peek.

Then, caught up in the deafening explosion, one of them was thrown to the ground by the shockwave.

"A super cannon! Is this Sir Malin’s weapon?!" The soldier wiped his bloodied nose before turning to ask his companions.

"Who knows? All I know is we’re bound to win!" Old Kay remarked. Before he could rise, a force struck his head and sent him sprawling back to the ground.

In the haze of his disorientation, Old Kay saw the misfortune flying his way—it was the lower half of an unlucky Chaos soldier.

Old Kay noticed more debris raining into the trench as his men hurried to shield their heads. One young soldier tried grabbing and dragging Old Kay away, but after just a few steps, he too was struck down by a stray arm.

Flattened on the ground and feeling on the verge of vomiting, Old Kay spotted a black dot rapidly expanding in his field of view.

Before long, the dot transformed into a soaring leg—unexpectedly long at that.

This was Old Kay’s last memory before the leg struck him square in the face.

What a disaster.