Upon hearing that voice, clearly looking for trouble, at least two people were startled, nearly falling on the spot.

One of them was undoubtedly Zhuangzhuang.

As the Chieftain of Iron Teeth City, his mind was filled with thoughts of the sacrifice ceremony. He had just been praying that his tribesmen wouldn't mess up at this time, but then these two nitwits had to jump out.

The other disgrace was Oke.

If it had been a human or Lizardman of Black Iron rank, they wouldn't have been as cowardly as him, but unfortunately, he was a goblin who couldn't even beat an Earth Cave Spider. Even with Extraordinary Power, it wasn't of much use… especially since it was only Black Iron rank.

The Lizardman Monk standing aside was indifferent, instead looking at the two little mice with interest.

As for the players, needless to say, even with subtitles, they didn't take those two little guys seriously—instead, they found these two little lumps of coal quite cute.

Quickly climbing onto Bond's shoulder, Zhuangzhuang looked at the two Mole People who had come looking for trouble, shrieking in both shock and anger.

"Gabeng?! Guangguang?! Are you rebelling?"

The menacing Gabeng and Guangguang, now under the multitude of gazes, suddenly became timid again, having second thoughts.

However, just then, a group of engineer mice stood behind them, giving them courage they shouldn't have had.

Feeling the support of their tribesmen behind them, Gabeng and Guangguang quickly mustered up courage again and stood resolutely in front of the Mole People.

"Rebellion?! We are not!"

"We're just worried that Lord Demon King has been deceived by villains!"

"Exactly!"

"How could a goblin and a Lizardman possibly understand Netherworld Language! Do you expect the Undead to tell us what it is?"

"That's right!"

"Prove it to us!"

As he suddenly became the focus, Oke panicked and shouted frantically.

"What do you mean?! Oke deceiving Lord Demon King? You dare… dare to question Oke's loyalty to Lord Demon King?!"

This time, not only Gabeng and Guangguang, the current councilors, but also the surrounding engineer mice started complaining.

"We didn't say that!"

"We just want to see your skills!"

"Right! If you have real skills, what are you worried about?!"

"Let us see, the goblin's insight on Netherworld Language!"

"Exactly, exactly! Let me see what kind of machine isn't just industrial scrap!"

They seemed to have forgotten about the big guy's terrible defeat.

But even if they remembered, they probably wouldn't care, since it was obvious that it was due to three idiots' mishandling.

Looking at this group of unruly guys, Oke's nose was nearly bent out of shape with irritation. If he didn't show them who's boss now, how would he ever get anything done in the future?

Bond, however, didn't waste words, simply placing his hand silently on the hilt of his great sword.

Seeing that action, the surrounding Mole People were startled, and the noisy voices quickly dropped a lot.

Watching this group of timid yet clearly defiant little fellows, the Lizardman Monk spoke slowly in a raspy voice.

"It seems necessary to conduct a sacrifice ceremony… What do you think, Mr. Oke?"

Before Oke could answer, Zhuangzhuang sitting on Bond's shoulder panicked.

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

The Lizardman Monk did not respond to him.

Though all servants of Lord Demon King, it was clear there were ranks and degrees of closeness among the servants.

"Oke thinks…"

As Oke was about to speak, the players' voices suddenly came from behind him.

"Simply put, need to show a trick to enter the city, right?"

"Man, this trope is so cliché."

"Skip!"

"Hurry up, don't dawdle, just show them a trick."

That squeaking sound was incomprehensible to others, but Oke, wearing the Translation Crystal, understood it clearly.

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

However, precisely because of this, his face suddenly showed a surprised expression.

"Show them a trick?! Are… are you sure?"

Chemical Pool, not hiding his impatience, said bluntly.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no…"

Oke shook his head, staring intently at Lord Demon King's minions as if looking at monsters…

If it had been that great one, he certainly wouldn't have wasted words with this bunch, and would have just let blood flow like a river!

How is it that his minions turned out to be easier to speak to?

"If you don't mind, then that's the best… after all, we still have use for them," Oke said softly.

Looking at the hesitating Oke, Zheng Fangxing couldn't help but tease.

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

Foot in both camps: "You don't understand, players just need to do missions, but NPCs have a lot more to consider... hand gesture of humor."

Seeing that Lord Demon King's minions had no objections, Oke didn't say more, looking at the group of trembling yet unwilling to retreat engineer mice, and coughed loudly, shouting haughtily.

"Be grateful for Lord Demon King's mercy! His minion has not only forgiven your rudeness but has also decided to let you thoroughly be enlightened and decisively bow at his feet! Speak, how would you like us to show a trick?"

Unexpectedly, Lord Demon King's minions didn't seem to flinch at all, and the group of engineer mice suddenly showed surprised expressions, whispering among themselves.

After a while, Sharp Teeth quietly shared the group's decision with Gabeng.

The latter cleared his throat and summoned the courage to shriek.

"Big guy! If you can get the big guy moving again, we'll admit you truly understand what inscriptions are!"

As he spoke, he extended his chubby finger toward everyone's back, pointing at the paralyzed robot lying beside the pile of garbage.

Since their last failed challenge against Lord Demon King, that robot had been discarded next to the garbage pile and neglected.

Players passing by the garbage had even failed to notice this big guy.

It wasn't until the Mole People pointed it out that they were surprised to discover a giant robot sitting next to the trash pile?!

"What the fuck?!"

"Gundam?!"

"Wait, these Mole People have got something here, is this thing powered by Netherworld Language?!"

"The subtitles say inscriptions, but it seems to be the same thing."

"6666!"

Watching the group of Undead squeak and squawk, Gabeng couldn't help but curl his lips into a proud smile.

Although he couldn't understand what the Undead were saying, it was clear they were reacting with surprise and excitement, and he was absolutely not mistaken about that.

"How about that?! Scared you, didn't it! Now do you still dare call our masterpiece industrial garbage?"

However, no one listened to his boasting.

Finding that they had overlooked such an interesting "toy," the group of lifestyle gamers couldn't care less about reading subtitles; they all crowded around the cheap version of Gundam, touching and looking it over.

"Good heavens! Did they mount a 120mm cannon on its arm?"

"The Demon King's army has Gundams now? How could they still lose a battle?!"

"Psh, strength is all relative; what if their magic could replace a heavy artillery barrage? Even if you brought in a Type 59, it wouldn't matter."

"Pah! I don't believe it! Let me drive it!"

The group of lifestyle gamers chattered noisily, inevitably going off-topic.

Only the truly knowledgeable players were still examining the details of the entire robot, especially the power components, energy systems, and control unit.

And after studying these aspects, some of the players' faces already showed disappointment.

It seemed—

That was it?

Emerging from the cramped cockpit, one took a sulky drink from the chemical pool, his excitement that burned within his skull now cooled.

"Tsk, if this isn't industrial garbage, what is?"

In front of three seats, over twenty control sticks were installed, each one corresponding to more than ten operation dimensions.

Control system?

This robot didn't have a so-called control system at all; every joint movement relied entirely on the operator's hands!

It's too cumbersome!

Both in design and the design philosophy itself.

One who drank bitterly from the pool admitted that the robot indeed had some merits, since getting such a huge thing moving was a miracle in itself.

But that was all!

Beyond being able to move, this "big guy" was good for nothing; if actually thrown into a battlefield, it probably would serve only to give the enemy a scare.

After all, those two cannons were somewhat intimidating if they really hit, wondering if Lord Demon King could withstand it.

Clearly, it wasn't just one person who felt this way; standing beside him, Zheng Fangxing also stroke his chin thoughtfully, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Without even a hydraulic rod, the entire robot relies on joint stress to maintain balance in motion; I can imagine how much it must sway when it walks... What were the designers thinking? Didn't they copy from models?"

One who drank bitterly from the pool nodded in agreement.

"Exactly... Not to mention the asymmetrical design of these four legs, and the cannon is even loaded from the muzzle!"

Zheng Fangxing: "And it's also black gunpowder; probably after firing a shot, you'd need a toilet brush to poke around."

The two pointed at the robot and commented while the onlooking players who were initially fooled listened in and gradually came back to their senses, demystifying the cheap version in front of them.

Vaguely realizing that the group of Undead seemed to have lost interest in the masterpiece of the Iron Teeth Tribe, Gabeng instantly became anxious, turning to Oke to ask,

"What are they saying?"

Oke didn't bother to be polite, lifting his chin and saying,

"They're saying... what you designed is just rubbish."

Gabeng was almost hurt internally by this remark.

Before he could even retort, the engineering mice by his side burst into indignant protests.

"What right do you have to say that!"

Before Oke could respond, One who drank bitterly from the pool, who had just walked over from a distance, spoke bluntly,

"It's because you don't understand what a real robot is!"

Although the other NPCs couldn't understand what he was saying, having Oke the goblin translator there posed no problem.

As expected, when he relayed the words, the faces of the Mole People flashed with anger.

One who drank bitterly from the pool wanted just that reaction.

Only by utterly shattering the source of pride of these Mole People, could their arrogance be truly broken, making them completely deferential and submissive to his commands.

Sweeping his gaze over the defiant eyes around him, One who drank bitterly from the pool maintained his scornful expression and arrogantly continued,

"Making this piece of junk move again is pointless."

"We might as well build you a new one."

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