"Core?"
Hackzord walked to the side of the machine, bent down, and casually fiddled with the disassembled metal pieces. He quickly discovered that there were details amidst the coarse parts. From the bumpy outer shell to the hidden structure within, it was nearly impossible to see everything with a single glance. Any cylindrical object he picked up contained tens or even hundreds of parts. It was far more complicated than a flintlock. "You mean …"
"The iron bird relies on it to fly," Mask said with certainty.
"Wait, are you saying that the thing that is faster than the Bogle Beasts is powered by a pile of inanimate objects?" Hackzord frowned. As a senior lord who had faced the iron bird, he could clearly see that the reason why it could fly was not because of the vibrations of its wings, but because of the buzzing blades on its head.
In a certain sense, it was somewhat similar to a windmill, except that the latter was propelled by the wind, while the iron bird actively produced wind. However, the reason why the blades could maintain high speeds for such a long period of time was a question that Sky Lord could not understand. It was impossible to achieve this with human strength alone. Therefore, he subconsciously attributed it to a magic sigil or some other magic stone system that automatically released magic stones. This was the only way to explain why the iron bird could fly into the sky under the control of a male without the need for a witch.
But now, Mask was telling him that the iron bird was powered by a pile of inanimate objects made of metal?
"Unbelievable, right? I think so too. " Upon discussing a topic that interested him, Nassaupelle suddenly became spirited. He extended a slender finger and dug into the metal bucket before handing it to Sky Lord. "Do you want to have a taste?"
Hackzord looked at the pitch-black stain on his fingertip and said coldly, "Do you want to have a taste of your broken hand?"
"Ahem … There are some things that can only be left with a deeper impression after personally experiencing it." Nassaupelle sheepishly retracted his finger and placed it in his mouth. "A portion of it has a charred taste, but it also has a slight fragrance. This thing is most likely used to contain flames."
"Fire is unable to power the iron bird."
"That depends on what kind of fire it is. If it burns intensely enough, it might be able to do so!" Mask retorted. "You've also seen the fire sticks that the Zergs use. I've taken them apart and examined them carefully. Their nature is to burn, but because of their extremely fast speed, it looks like an explosion! Since this kind of power can push the crossbow out of the barrel, it should be able to push the oars as well. "
"The explosion of the Flaming Twig happens in an instant. If it's really as you said, then we have to continuously add flammable substances into the iron bucket, and the speed of adding flammable substances would have to exceed thousands of times per breath to reach the speed of the blades' rotation. Theoretically speaking, this is impossible. "Sky Lord poured cold water on them.
"This is also something I don't understand." Nassaupelle directly admitted to it. "That's why I called these worms over to listen to their opinions. Who knew that their stupidity is comparable to the Inferior Demons outside — I thought that the worms were deliberately hiding it and used some tricks, but it turns out that they are truly clueless!"
At this point, Great Monarch Masquerade danced with excitement. "Can you believe it? The creator of this thing in front of them was actually from the same race as these bugs! The logic behind the machinery is now laid out in front of us, but they are completely clueless about it. They even said that it was a trick of a fallen witch, so I used too much force in my agitation — "
"My, my lord …" The noble's face turned pale when Nassaupelle glared at him. He leaned against the wall and trembled.
"Now I can understand why you don't treat humans as bugs. But I have to say, these fellows you brought are still bugs, and the lowest kind! " Mask turned to look at Hackzord. "Right, I heard that the iron birds and fire sticks were created by Graycastle? Can you capture a few Graycastle craftsmen for me? I really want to see if their brain structure has changed compared to the bugs. If so, fusing with a human brain might not be a bad idea … "
"Enough!" Hackzord interrupted. "I'm not here to listen to you! Once you obtain their legacy shards, all your questions will naturally be answered. The key is to win the war. The Deity of Gods will enter the human territories in a week's time. I do not wish for you to give me any more trouble. Creating more Symbiotic Demons is your entire mission, do you understand? Also, do not touch these — humans — again. "
Mask fell silent, and after a moment, he spread out his hands. "… Of course."
Sky Lord gave him a deep look before grabbing the surviving nobles and leaving the modification room.
After the stone door closed for a long time, Nassaupelle shook his head slightly.
"You are only at this level, Hackzord."
"Mysteries are the key to unlocking the essence of truth, but you are not the least bit interested in it." He took out a new mask from his robes and slowly placed it on the witch's head. "Magic power is not the only rule of the world, and the Battle of Divine Will is even more so. Even if you obtain everything from the defeated through the legacy shards, not everyone will be able to reach the peak in the end. This is the reason why I can create Symbiotic Demons, while you can only rush about on the battlefield. "
"You are completely unaware of the meaning contained within these metallic creations …"
Senior Lord Mask turned to stare at the wreckage of the iron bird and muttered.
Humans used explosions to propel a huge object, giving it an unprecedented enlightenment, which was the transformation of power. It was very common for stable objects to evolve into unstable objects, but it was the first time it saw a stable rotation achieved by using unstable and intense combustion. From the explosion to flight, there had to be some sort of internal connection that caused the transformation of power.
Since the two could be reversed, did it mean that they were essentially the same?
What about magic power?
In the past, the race had never thought about the manifestation of magic power. What it manifested was what it was … But now that he thought about it, could magic power undergo a similar transformation?
If he were to use the magic power that raised the Deity of Gods and directly transform it into the power of an explosion, how astonishing would the power be?
It was as though he had seen a brand new path opening up in front of him.
If he could grasp this profound mystery, not to mention the Sky Lord, even the King … would be nothing.
Knowledge was the strongest power in the world.
I want to know … I want to know the profound mystery of the humans!
Nassaupelle raised his head and could not help but laugh strangely.
…
Hearing the faint laughter behind him, Hackzord turned his head away in disgust.
"My Lord … thank goodness you came!" The noble on his shoulder said with a tearful face, "The others had holes opened up in their heads by that monster. I was nearly the next —"
"I know. Don't worry, it's all over."
After he unloaded the noble, he did not let him leave. Instead, he grabbed him by the collar and lifted him over the railing of the drawbridge.
"Wait, Sky, Sky Lord, what are you doing?" Looking at the terrifying worm trough beneath his feet, the noble panicked. "No … No!"
Hackzord did not reply. He raised his hand and tossed the surviving noble. With a blood-curdling scream, he fell more than ten meters into the hole. Faced with the sudden appearance of 'food,' the Inferior Demons swarmed forward and responded to the gift with their swaying bodies.
He needed a stable and controllable labor force.
The noble who had seen the experimental field and Mask's true appearance was obviously not one of them.
Even he felt that Nassaupelle was no different from a monster, much less these humans.
Rather than letting him go back and cry about what happened to him, it was better to shut him up here forever.
Although this would bring about some trouble, it was better than not being able to clean up the mess.
Back at the human's temporary residence, Marwayne Parker was the first to welcome him. "My Lord … I wonder what happened to those who were abducted …"
"I've already confirmed that they were captured because they had a secret communication with Graycastle. As the person in charge of intelligence was someone else, the news reached me a little later." Hackzord patiently pacified him. "But thankfully, I arrived in time. According to your traditions, those people were not executed but were instead escorted to Sky City. After the war ends, they can be exchanged for their freedom with ransom or other prices. There's another piece of good news. The remaining nobles have passed the investigation. Such an incident will not happen again. "
"Is that so …" Marwayne heaved a sigh of relief. "I see. Thank you for your care."
"It's alright. As long as you do your best to complete the mission I give you, there will definitely be a place for you in the human world in the future."
"Of course, of course." Marwayne suddenly took out a letter from his bosom. "By the way, my Lord, when you went to the inner city, someone passed me this letter. It's said to be specially addressed to you. Even though there's a high chance of misinformation, since I've brought it into the miracle, I think it's better for you to take a look. "
"Oh?" Hackzord unfolded the letter and his pupils constricted!
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