"One, two, focus your fire!"
Following Rorschach's command, the sound of guns and cannons roared.
Amidst the lightning, the three magic armors raised their T2 assault cannons at the same time and started shooting.
Howitzers the size of fists shot out, and the explosions hit the stone giant that was flashing with lightning, causing thick smoke and flames to rise.
When the smoke dissipated, all that was left on the ground was a pile of debris.
The black magic armor at the front slowly moved forward and carefully collected and organized the debris. Then, it put them into the backpack on its back.
"How is it? Any new findings? "
"There's no obvious difference from the previous samples. The instrument shows that there's nothing special about it. Follow the instruction manual's rule number 267 … mark it and save it?!"
Salia's words were still a little hesitant.
"Yes. Put it together with the previous ones."
Rorschach shook his head in his red magic armor. Although he was a little disappointed, it was within his expectations.
"It's about time. Let's fix it."
After Rorschach finished speaking, the airship that was floating in midair slowly descended. The three magic armors also approached its landing spot.
It had been almost a week since they entered the no man's land. However, they had already scouted the ground fifteen times. However, just like the previous fourteen times, there were no results.
"Loli, it's just as you said. The rumor that there are rich ores everywhere in the no man's land was just a lie. If it were that easy, those churches would have gone mad long ago … Loli, Loli? Damn it, it's happening again. "
Although Rorschach was a little annoyed that his communication with the Gods was cut off again, he wasn't too worried.
This wasn't the first time. Previously, when he entered the no man's land, he had also lost contact with Lori. In front of a certain God, he couldn't even contact her at all.
"Let's get back to business first. It's not easy to borrow this full set of equipment. It's a pity to waste it."
Yes, Rorschach's current stop-and-go was intentional.
Now that he had the Radiant Scroll and the most advanced seventh-generation magic armor, who knew how many years it would take for the Game Church to develop to such a level.
Naturally, he would have to return it when he got out of here. If he didn't use it, it would be a waste if it expired. Of course, he had to take this opportunity to obtain more tangible rewards.
Although he didn't obtain any significant results during his fifteen scouting expeditions, collecting geographical samples, mapping information, and collecting information on the monsters' battles were the greatest rewards of this expedition.
"As expected, the core is still this power system. It's far too efficient at absorbing lightning and converting it into power. Dounia also has a similar system that can be called the seventh-generation, even if it's a fake seventh-generation. The Radiant Scroll's improvements in this area … Stability. Yes, its power output is unusually stable. It's very suitable for simultaneous use of various weapons and long-term battles.
"Is this stability caused by the magic runes on the power core? Or is it the enchantment on the gears? Ahhh, I really want to take it apart. "
"Right, if there's only sufficient energy, crude energy weapons won't be able to deal much damage to lightning elemental creatures. That automatic ammunition generator installed on the arm is simply a genius design. As long as there's enough mineral reserves, it'll be able to use gunpowder weapons without limit."
"… A high-performance power core and high-quality raw ammunition will all require high-quality Thunderstrike Stones. I've taken apart the Thunderbolt prototype before. The engine and power system were all made of Thunderstrike Stones. Only this type of magical ore with the same source can easily absorb lightning from the sky and convert it into power. If I want to create a sixth-generation Thunderbolt magic armor or higher, I'll need to have enough natural Thunderstrike Stones. I'll also need to fight for more ores."
"… I don't know anything about coatings. I didn't even study chemistry. But this lightning protection system … I really want to take it apart and take a look …"
"Cough, cough."
"Right, there's also the neural synchronization system. It's even more sensitive than the prototype I used on Earth. As expected of the seventh-generation Thunderbolt Magic Armor. Could it be that it uses new technology from here? Yep, Thunderstrike Stones are also lightning elemental … I really want to take it apart!"
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The coughing beside him was getting louder and louder. Rorschach couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.
"Stop being so noisy! I'm thinking about something! Should I take it apart or not!? "
"Cough!!!!"
"I heard you, I heard you. Stop coughing. You might cough up tuberculosis even if you're not sick … Got it, I won't take it apart. At the very least, I won't take it apart in front of the owner."
The ratman Hanks had a helpless expression as he waited behind the door. He was also in despair as the shameless Rorschach had already told him that it didn't matter.
Would it really be alright to tell the higher-ups of the Glory Scroll that he wanted to take apart their magical armor and airship and copy their technology?
"It's fine. You all tacitly agreed to it anyways … Fine, fine, I won't say anymore. That's all."
The ratman silently took out a bottle of white pills from his pocket and swallowed more than ten pills in one gulp. Only then did his expression improve slightly.
"… I wonder if this last bottle of pills will be enough to last me until I return … After interacting with this brat for so long, my blood pressure is also … Sigh, I'll have to admit that I'm old. I'll just send in my retirement application when I get back."
Over the past few days, interacting with Rorschach had caused the ratman's ability to take care of his family to constantly improve. He even began to wonder if the times had truly changed, and he wanted to retire more and more.
Although "as the price for sharing information with us, having the Game Church copy and analyze a portion of our technology" was tacit understanding that no words were needed, was it really alright for Roland to casually say such a thing? If the other churches heard this, they would probably explode. Even if the other members of the Glory Scroll heard this, it would be difficult for them to explain themselves.
That's right. In the end, the ratman Hanks still followed Roland. The fourth magical armor had been prepared for him.
However, from the very start, Rorschach had never expected to be able to shake off the Glory Scroll.
No matter what price he had to pay, it would be impossible for him to simply disappear without a trace with the Glory Scroll's top-level weapons. Since the Glory Scroll was being monitored, limited analysis was already inconceivable.
Previously, Rorschach had worked so hard to negotiate with the Glory Scroll, even going so far as to throw out a huge amount of information to sway and tempt the Glory Scroll. This was all in order for the Glory Scroll to tacitly agree to his limited analysis. Now, Rorschach had earned far more than he had expected.
Since it was impossible for him to escape the Glory Scroll's surveillance, Rorschach naturally wouldn't refuse the ratman's offer to follow him. After all, the two of them had a good relationship with each other … In such a dangerous place, Rorschach couldn't find any reason to refuse the ratman's offer to follow him, not to mention …
"… That Titan really gives me the creeps. If I don't bring a mega church with me as cannon fodder, I won't dare to go … Ah, I said it again. Sorry, sorry."
The ratman collapsed while clutching his chest. Rorschach hurriedly helped him take out some medicine … When he saw that there were only a few pills left in the bottle, Rorschach deeply reflected on whether or not he should wear a mask.
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