Volume 2: Boundless Walker Chapter 20 Jock VI
In the dark palace, King Jock VI, covered in a black cloak, sat on the metal throne.
His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was resting.
However, his fingers tapping on the armrest of the seat were enough to show that his emotions were not as calm as they seemed.
One hundred years?
Or one hundred and twenty years?
Or longer?
He can't remember clearly!
Because so much time had passed, so long that he had to forget.
However, no matter how much he forgets, King Jock VI will never forget his original choice.
He wants to be the only one in this wasteland!
god?
No!
'Prophet' Modeus is called God!
And him?
Must be above God!
Step, step, step.
Outside the palace, footsteps were heard and King Jock VI raised his hand.
Immediately, the dark palace became brightly lit.
The priceless works of art collected before the war were casually placed in the palace, including paintings, statues, and even more precious gems.
Thousands of works of art and tens of thousands of gems make this palace of extraordinary value.
Can……
There is no trace of it.
Instead, there is an indescribable sense of disharmony.
It's like walking in a pile of garbage.
A pile of garbage made of priceless items.
Of course, to today's wasteland residents, these are just garbage.
The research team in the 'War Fortress' is different.
Having received systematic study of "ancient knowledge", they are able to see the value of these works of art - when the recorded text becomes real and appears before their eyes, a different feeling gives them a higher value.
Therefore, there was admiration and pity in their eyes.
Admire the greatness of these works of art.
Too bad they shouldn't be treated like this.
But none of them dared to suggest 'cherishing' these works of art.
Because the one who placed these works of art is the king of the 'Fortress of Doom'!
It is the only voice in the 'Fortress of Doom'!
The 15 members of the research team knelt in unison before the throne.
"His Majesty."
They shouted like this.
"Um."
Jock VI 's answer came from his nose. The owner of the 'Doomsday Fortress', who was so tall that he gave people a strong sense of oppression even when sitting, looked down at the 15 members of the scientific research team trained by him.
A smile appeared on that cold face.
Not friendly, not kind.
But a sense of accomplishment!
A smile that is filled with a sense of accomplishment.
Such a smile is sincere.
It also added a hint of life to Jock VI's voice.
"The project you completed before was very good. Its success solved a big problem for me. When I transform the Dawn Fortress into my back garden, your names will be known and praised by everyone in the wasteland."
"You taught me everything."
"If it weren't for you, I'd still be a useless guy picking up trash."
"For your majesty, I am willing to do anything!"
The leader of the 15-member research team lowered his head and spoke respectfully.
"oh?"
"Anything?"
"It just so happens that I have something I need you to do!"
Jock VI stood up as he spoke. With a height of two meters and a sturdy body, he looked like a little giant, especially with his heavy footsteps.
Winter, winter, winter.
Every step felt like a wooden stake hitting the ground.
Feeling the ground shaking slightly, the 15 members of the research team became more humbled.
They almost prostrated themselves before King Jock VI.
"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm."
"I just want to borrow your brain for a bit."
Jock VI said these words in a calm tone.
The 15 members of the research team were stunned.
Especially the leader, who stood there like a dead tree.
Because a metal tube silently extended from the top of the palace and pierced into the cranial cavity of the leader of the 15-member research team from the back of the head.
Gurgle, gurgle!
A visible arc expanded on the metal tube, and one after another, unknown liquid began to be transported into the leader's cranial cavity.
"run!"
A loud shout came from the remaining 15 people in the research team.
Immediately, the 14 members of the research team who were crawling there got up and ran.
But it's totally useless.
They were like birds in a cage, with metal pipes piercing their skulls and holding them in mid-air.
"W-why?"
The leader of the 15-member research team who did not die immediately shouted loudly with his face twisted in pain.
"Didn't you say you would do anything for me?"
Jock VI looked confused.
"madman!"
"demon!"
One of the 15 members of the research team kept yelling.
"Madman? Devil?"
"Perhaps this is also what you heard when you dissected frogs and mice?"
"or……"
"And another word bastard?"
King Jock VI had a calm expression, without any trace of anger.
His eyes swept over the 15 members of the research team one by one, a look of reminiscence emerging on his face.
"Do you know?"
"Thinking back, I was also hung up like this - the 'prophet' left, and his descendants naturally became the masters of the 'Fortress of Doom'."
"They are supposed to be following in the footsteps of the 'prophet'."
"They are supposed to be seeking the wisdom of the 'prophet.'"
"but……"
“They are so stupid!”
There was sarcasm in Jock VI's eyes.
"They had all the research results of the 'Prophet' Modus in their hands, but they gained nothing and were willing to fall into internal strife. It was not until one of the less stupid guys researched something that they discovered the greatness of their father."
"That is great beyond 'ancient technology'!"
"That is the miracle of turning dead things into living things!"
As he spoke, Jock VI raised his arms.
Card!
The ceiling of the palace was split into two from the middle, slowly receding to the left and right.
A 'crystal' illuminated by the glass slowly fell down.
This crystal is only the size of a palm.
There is a lot of light on it.
The dark green light changed the color of the entire palace.
Jock VI looked at the crystal in fascination.
Especially when he saw the rows of fine green digital codes flying across the surface of the crystal, the controller of the "Doomsday Fortress" laughed from the bottom of .
"Remember when I told you that the 'Fortress of Doom' would come alive?"
“It really comes alive!”
"I didn't lie to you!"
"It will be resurrected with my will and all the 'ancient technology' - thank you for your continuous learning over the past few decades, I will make good use of this knowledge!"
As Jock spoke, he waved his hand, and immediately the metal tubes began to connect to the glass cover.
The 15 members of the research team struggled more and more violently.
But, it's no use.
The restraints of the metal had already exceeded their limits of resistance.
"Don't struggle anymore. Just be my nourishment and become the bargaining chip to repay my kindness. Do you think that I, who have once broken free from the shackles, will leave loopholes for those who come after me?"
"Being lucky once is enough!"
"And it has to be me..."
Bang!
King Jock VI lowered his head subconsciously.
A foot suddenly appeared under his crotch.
The violent blow caused the controller of the "Doomsday Fortress" to stagger, but he stood up immediately.
Goethe, who was standing behind the other person, had a serious look on his face.
The kick just now felt wrong.
It didn't feel like a kick at all.
Instead, it feels a bit like kicking...
On the steel plate!
"Jack?"
Jock VI turned around and when he saw the clown's face covered with oil paint and the corners of his mouth that impressed him so much, he was stunned at first, and then he started laughing.
"When I was lamenting the lack of an audience for this great miracle, you showed up."
"really!"
"Luck is still with me!"
Jock VI's laughter became louder and louder.
Then, the controller of the "Fortress of Doom" tore off the black cloak that covered his entire body, revealing...
Mechanical body!
It is not a completely mechanical body, but half mechanical and half flesh and blood.
The opponent's head, two arms and most of the chest were flesh and blood, but the rest, especially from the lower abdomen, had completely turned into machines.
Machine City?!
The first thing Goethe thought of was the information he had read before.
As if he had guessed Goethe's thoughts, Jock VI sneered.
"Don't compare me with those guys who have been groping for a hundred years and still haven't gotten started - I have inherited all the wisdom of the 'Prophet' Modeus, and I am about to surpass him!"
"A miracle he didn't accomplish!"
“I will get it done!”
As he spoke these words, Jock VI's face was full of fanaticism.
Goethe simply took out the short-barreled shotgun from his waist and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
Bang, bang!
The bullet hit Jock VI one meter in front of his body.
Ripples appeared in the air.
The bullet deforms rapidly.
Then, fall.
Force field shield!
Goethe narrowed his eyes.
And amid the crisp sound of metal collision, Jock VI spoke again.
"I told you not to compare me with those fools in the Mechanical City. The technology I master is beyond their imagination."
"Of course, you too!"
"You have no idea what I have mastered!"
Jock VI said and clapped his hands.
Bang!
Suddenly, a dozen metal pipes stretched down from the ceiling and attacked Goethe like snakes.
Ding ding ding!
Sparks flew everywhere as Goethe swung the Shadow Snake Dagger in his hand repeatedly, cutting the metal tubes one by one.
Then Goethe lunged forward.
A metal pipe hidden in the dark brushed past Goethe's scalp.
Goethe saw clearly how the 15 members of the research team had their skulls pierced just now, so when he took action, he asked the [Blood Crow Spirit] to monitor everything from high in the sky.
Therefore, when the metal pipe appeared behind him, Goethe noticed it immediately.
It's not just metal pipes.
Goethe also discovered that
At this moment, Jock VI seems...unable to move?
