I don't have a system but I have a hammer

But before I could be happy for a long time, Erha's frightened and angry voice suddenly came from my head...

"Damn, how come all the energy is used up!"

I frowned, and subconsciously replied...

"It's been so many years, isn't it normal to run out of energy?"

She snorted coldly...

"The source of our Red River can guarantee that the entire tribe will not be exhausted for tens of millions of years. It has only been tens of thousands of years. How could it be exhausted..."

That's right, if the earth can create an artificial sun, it can also provide for tens of millions of years for human beings...

With a curl of my lips, I put forward a hypothesis that doesn't quite fit the current situation, but may be close to the truth...

"Will someone steal the electricity?"

She was silent for a moment, as if she was chewing on what "stealing electricity" meant, then her tone became cold...

"I can't rule out this possibility. In this way, when I just came down, I checked nearby. The enemy should have left. You can come down slowly now. I will check the energy core. After you arrive..."

I interrupted with a smile...

"You are busy with your work, I just stay where I am..."

She didn't insist, she just said "yes" and went quiet...

After waiting for a while, I was sure that the voice in my head had completely disappeared, so I cut two cables casually, checked the degree of damage happily, and walked slowly outside the door, preparing to visit other museums...

But at this moment, there was an extremely slight sound, which immediately made me stop, and I lay down in the weed pile extremely cautiously, and began to look for the source of the sound...

Soon, I heard footsteps from outside the wall...

step - step - step -

Dense but orderly, slow but solid…

It is estimated that there are six... no... seven people. The same pace means that they have received their professional training, and the slow pace means that they have a load on their bodies. Combining the former, it can be concluded that this group of people is likely to be carrying some heavy objects...

In this case...

Perceiving the big hole behind me for a moment, I threw out a flying claw without saying a word, and firmly grasped the crack, and climbed up to the roof of the museum...

Call ~

As soon as I stabilized my figure, I scanned the surrounding buildings and the sky, and after confirming that there were no enemies, I lowered my body and slowly crawled towards the direction of the footsteps...

step - step - step -

Seeing that the footsteps were about to go away, a flash of sharpness flashed in my eyes, and I immediately poked my head out from the eaves, scanned it with my perception for a moment, then retracted quickly, and immediately formed the picture I just perceived in my mind...

There are six people in total. They are wearing full-armed but rusty fiery red metal armor. They don't seem to be equipped with weapons. The left arm is engraved with a badly worn number mark, and there is a dirty gray-red piece around the neck. Scarf, a dusty look...

What's interesting is that each of them has a boxy black energy box piled up in their hands. At first glance, they look like a group of young pioneers carrying urns for funerals...

But the important thing is not the moving deeds of the Young Pioneers sending the urn, but that they turned out to be a group of

robot?

why?

Because they only have heat source signals on the chest and brain, and the rest are mechanically cold?And why are they all tattered and covered with rust?

Why is it here?

What is the purpose of moving the energy box?

Could it be that…

Originally, I was frowning slightly, but my brain suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and I immediately thought of a relatively reasonable possibility...

The alliance sent the system host to leap over the barrier, with the purpose of attacking the Hakkers or exploring the planet. By chance, they not only discovered the Red River ruins, but also discovered a large number of mechanical soldiers left here...

There are so many wreckages of mechanical soldiers, it is impossible to scrap all of them, no matter how bad it is, at least a few defective products can be pieced together to act as manpower, and to complete this, only a professional counterpart system host can do it...

With defective products, whether it is carrying heavy objects or exploring ruins, even if it is just a means of transportation, they can be very competent, not to mention that they are also equipped with quite advanced sensors, so I have not waited for me to react. A mechanical soldier with 13 on his shoulders stopped walking...

"I seem to have heard movement just now!!"

"Is it those beasts!?"

"As if from the top of our heads..."

"Anyone else hear?"

"... "

Faced with the questioning voice of mechanical soldier No. 25, the other mechanical soldiers unexpectedly chose to shake their heads. Only the mechanical soldier No. 135 gave a hilarious answer after checking the situation above his head...

"It seems that the sensor on the 13th should be replaced..."

"Really, I just sensed..."

"You are just a lump of iron, how can you perceive abilities?"

"What's an iron lump?"

"Well... I found a book about manufacturing in the ruins last month. It said that things made from metal scraps are iron bumps..."

"Oh, so, well, I'm an iron lump, but I really felt it just now..."

"Who's going to take care of this nagging guy?"

"What is it about God and God?"

"It's you..."

"My name is God God Chatter?"

"No, you are number 13..."

"but I…"

Seeing that 135 and 13 were still chattering, 25 put down the energy box in his hand rather helplessly, and waved for others to stop. While watching the display screen on his right arm, he interrupted the two without raising his head. dialogue...

"That's enough, quarreling can't solve the problem... Well... It's ten o'clock in the morning, and there is a possibility of monsters appearing. Maybe there is nothing wrong with the 13th. Which of you still has the flight core? Go up and see the situation..."

A mechanical soldier marked 38 stood up...

"On the 25th, my flying device can still be used once, maybe I can do it..."

No. 25 raised his hand to interrupt its volunteering, but turned his head to look at other people. In the electronic mechanical voice, there was a little powerlessness...

"Any more?"

At this time, an extremely clear laughter came from the roof of the museum, accompanied by a little teasing...

"I have!!"

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd immediately became chaotic...

"Ah! It's human!!"

"A living human!! It turned out to be..."

"Run! Run! Everyone, run!!"

Looking at the mechanical soldiers in front of me who were jumping around and fleeing crazily without saying a word, I couldn't help laughing out loud, and activated the flight mode in the next second, and blocked their escape route at a very fast speed, condescending Lift your chin...

"Don't worry, I won't do anything, as long as you answer..."

"Ahhhhh~ it can fly!"

Seeing me suddenly appearing in front of me, No. 25 was so frightened that he danced and danced. He didn't even notice that a small piece of his body had fallen off. He turned his head and continued to run away...

135 is even more interesting. While shouting "I didn't steal anything, I didn't steal anything", while holding the energy box tightly, he fled in other directions...

The reactions of the other mechanical soldiers were similar, they either searched for a place to hide like stealing the bell, or ran away yelling, but there was an accident in it, that was the NO. 13…

"You're calm? Why don't you run?"

My sudden approach finally made it react...

"The power system of the lower extremities...failure..."

In the next second, it became unstable due to the exaggerated swing of its arms, and fell to the ground...

ah~

Seeing NO.13 whose upper body was still twisting but lower body was motionless, I sighed helplessly, then turned my head to look at the other mechanical soldiers who were still fleeing, and the gloomy look in my eyes immediately turned into a very serious one...

"It seems that I have to go for plastic surgery..."