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Carrying out mechanical transformation on the human body is illegal human experimentation.

This kind of thing is not something that the Hellcat Brotherhood, which is running a dirty business, can do.

As far as Erhu knows, in this matter, the Hellcat Brotherhood is just a small player cooperating with the big forces who are really doing this.

Human samples provided by the Hellcat Brotherhood for human body mechanization experiments.

All debtors to the Hellcat Brotherhood.

Among the lower-level wizards, there are too many people who give up on themselves and wait to die.

The Hellcat Brotherhood will accept some failed products that have not been successfully transformed and become the trump card of the Hellcat Brotherhood in the gang war.

After being modified by the human body, these steel slaves are like mechanical puppets and will execute all orders without fear of death. They also have the witchcraft power of wizards and can use some simple witchcraft and witchcraft equipment.

In many gang wars, the Hellcat Brotherhood relied on the trump card of the Steel Slave Legion to turn defeat into victory many times and defend its territory.

In the battle royale competition, the Steel Slaves have won more than half of their limited appearances.

You must know that the way to win a battle royale competition is that after the battle royale is halfway through, somewhere in the arena, a hidden space teleportation witch formation opens.

After finding the special key, Battle Royale players can leave the arena through the space teleportation witch formation and win.

The victory of the Steel Slave Army means that the Steel Slave Army will kill all the contestants. No one can find the key and escape from the battle royale arena.

The old woman Yisha started the Steel Slave Army, which means that in this battle royale competition, she wants to kill everyone in the battle royale arena and not let anyone leave here alive.

While the anger was building up, Oga, the leader of the Discipline Force, was sitting in his suspended chariot above the battle royale arena, holding a glass of wine in one hand and a gambling ticket in the other. The smile on his face became more and more intense. brilliant.

"Hybolun Company's mechanical transformation has made great progress. It seems that they are not far away from the success of the experiment. I just don't know when the old men will catch this big fish."

In the building, Weston also saw the sewage spreading upward through the corridor.

Although in the introduction to the rules, it was said that there will be agencies that force everyone to gather at the top to speed up the fighting between players.

But seeing the rising water level visible to the naked eye, Weston was still a little stunned.

Should we be too harsh and flood them with sewage to drive people up?

Who can stay in this underground sewage mixed with various kinds of excrement and garbage?

With a casual shot, Weston killed a guy struggling to climb up the stairs in the sewage.

You're welcome. You're covered in filth. If I were you, I would commit suicide and delete my account immediately.

So embarrassing.

Weston did not consult the other party's opinion and decisively helped the other party ascend on the spot and escape from this dirty environment.

Weston stopped staying, picked up his belongings, and moved to the upper level.

Pushing aside a wooden board covering the entrance, Weston jumped up from the hole in the floor and immediately noticed someone nearby.

Weston raised his gun and aimed at the intruder.

"Haven't you killed enough? I think your equipment can no longer be carried!"

Behind the skull mask, the Necromancer spoke calmly to Weston's gun in a hoarse, dry voice.

"You didn't come here to fight with me."

At this time, Weston also recognized the person who came, it was his good neighbor, the witch with a skull mask.

Weston looked at the fine bone fragments surrounding her, like a planetary belt surrounding the sun. Bone fragments of various sizes collided and combined in the belt from time to time, forming bones of various shapes.

However, the large bones did not exist for more than a second before they turned into fine skeletal sand and merged into the ring again.

"No."

The Necromancer looked at Weston and said calmly: "You also heard the voice of the host just now. The Steel Slave Army is not easy to deal with. I am not sure of leaving here alive alone. I hope to team up with you to fight against the Steel Slaves. .”

Of course Weston heard what the old woman Yisha said just now.

But as a rookie who came to the battle royale for the first time, Weston didn't know what the so-called steel slave army meant.

However, Weston was not in a hurry to ask these questions.

"Okay, I can team up with you, but only if you tell me your name first?"

Of course, Weston, who is red-eyed, did not suddenly have a halo of reason and was willing to cooperate with a competitor.

What really convinced Weston was the powerful aura exuded by the undead wizard in front of him.

Weston felt the pressure.

Facing her, Weston felt no pressure to win.

Since opponents that he might not be able to defeat, they all came to seek peace and asked to form a team to fight against the so-called Steel Slave Army.

Then Weston has to think carefully about whether this so-called steel slave army can really be easily dealt with by himself.

"My name is Sophie."

The skull-masked necromancer was silent for a moment, and finally said his name.

"Hello, Sophie. My name is Weston, and I am a magic gunner-type mechanical wizard."

Weston released the weapon he was holding and stretched out a hand to the other party to show his sincerity and no hostility.

Sophie's palm left the protective area of ​​the broken bone ring and held Weston's hand.

Weston felt a touch of coldness through Sophie's gloves.

If it weren't for the soft touch, Weston would have doubted whether he was holding a pair of ice hands carved from ice.

"Okay, we have successfully formed a team. Can you tell me the details of the so-called Steel Slave Army?"

"You don't know the Steel Slave Legion!"

There was a hint of doubt in Sophie's voice.

In comparison, it seems that I, a foreigner, should be more clueless.

"This kind of sinful gangster trick, if I didn't have to do it, I wouldn't come here."

Weston said righteously that he was an honorable man.

If Sophie hadn't seen the scene of Weston's killing many times through the necromancer's special death induction, she would have believed Weston's lies.

It is precisely with the special talent of death sensing that Shafi can repeatedly avoid the route of fighting Weston and maintain her second position in the standings.

"Let's talk as we walk!"

Sophie signaled Weston and herself to leave, then took the lead towards a passage in the corner.

The strength of the Steel Slave Legion is not worth mentioning.

The steel slaves are all decadent low-level wizards, and their witchcraft cultivation remains the ordinary cultivation of first-level wizards.

Mechanical modification cannot help them improve their cultivation.

A single steel slave, relying on the steel mechanical components of the body, may be able to put pressure on ordinary wizards, but facing a wizard of Weston's strength, Weston can tear them apart in a minute.