Different World Online

In the ruins outside the Holy Shield City;

Steve stood in front of Shudeman and reported the situation ahead at a rapid pace.

"Captain, let's take a detour!

It's super dangerous ahead, a robot and a sexy woman in a bikini are having a passionate fight."

"Wait!" Shudeman interrupted Steve.

"Steve, don't speak the language of your original world. I don't understand!"

"Okay," Steve breathed, nodding heavily;

"A metal creature with glowing red eyes and a woman wearing only... this... and this... are fighting!"

As Steve spoke, he gestured on his body, causing Thorin beside him to cover his mouth and laugh wildly.

As a wanderer, Steve is very good in survivability, combat and reconnaissance abilities, but his communication ability is... hard to describe.

Fortunately, Steve's captain is Shudeman, a man with complete facial paralysis and sexual frigidity, so there is no big obstacle in the communication between the two.

After thinking for a moment, Shudeman asked calmly:

"Is the woman you mentioned injured?"

"Have!"

"Where is the wound? Is it serious?"

"The abdomen is huge, and it looks pretty serious! There's also blood on the head."

"What color is the blood?"

"Uh...green!"

"What about metal creations? Do they have any specific characteristics?"

"Yes!" Steve nodded heavily.

"It has fixed wings on its back, and on its shoulders are...gun holes... Do you know what gun holes mean?"

"I know!" Shudeman answered affirmatively, and then his eyes flashed.

From Steve's description, he could probably confirm the situation;

Mr. Dilman and the Queen of Blades face off!

Let’s put it this way, the top-level golem creations like the Mana Mecha are not something that ordinary people can create;

First, you need money and massive financial support;

Secondly, you need to have skills. Without skills, you can’t even understand the drawings.

Finally, you need blood, specific blood, and only the specific abilities brought by the blood can complete such a great work.

Of course, Shudeman didn't know any of the above, but he had seen the standard magic mecha of the Nine Rings Tower;

That mech has no wings and no turrets;

So he could confirm that this magic mecha was made by someone themselves.

And this person must be the great alchemist Mr. Dilman.

By rescuing Mr. Dilman, the team can obtain supplies and combat support, which is a sure-win deal.

Without giving it much thought, Shudeman glanced at the people around him and immediately gave the order:

"When we get there, the metal object is most likely a magical mecha, and the person controlling the mecha should be Mr. Dilman!

Saving Mr. Dillman might help us figure out what happened in Holy Shield City!"

"it is good!"

"Boss, I'll do whatever you say!"

A burst of responses rang out.

Seeing that no one objected, Shudeman nodded calmly. Just as he was about to give the order to set off, he heard heavy footsteps coming from the direction of the ruins of Holy Shield City.

"who!"

With a low shout, Shudeman immediately drew the half-sword on his back and stood in front of the team.

There was no response from the other side, and the rhythmic footsteps did not stop.

Seeing this, Shudeman shouted without hesitation.

"Regular formation! Get ready for battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Thorin picked up the axe, took a step forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Shudeman.

The so-called conventional formation is nothing more than 2-1-2;

Thorin and Shudeman, two tough guys, were in the front, Pastor Andrew was in the middle to provide cover, and Young and Old Pete were in the back;

As for Steve, he's casual.

Soon, the heavy footsteps became clearer and clearer. Just as everyone was on high alert, a familiar person walked around the debris of the outer wall not far away and appeared in front of Shudeman's team.

"Mr. Dilman!" Old Pete exclaimed.

The next second, Shudeman and Andrew spoke at the same time:

"Not Dilman, he's dead!"

Paladins and priests can tell at a glance whether there is soul fluctuation or not.

After the words fell, everyone clenched their weapons again and stared at Mr. Dilman, whose face turned pale.

"Don't come any closer! No matter who you are!" Shudeman issued an ultimatum with a serious expression.

Hearing this, the stiff guy actually stopped walking obediently, staring at the Shudeman team with his eyes;

The next second, his lips did not move, but a calm electronic sound rang out from his body.

"Shudeman Basha, legendary paladin, match rate 0%!

Andrew, the legendary priest of the God of Justice, has a matching rate of 0%!

Legendary Wanderer Pete...Human, age 76, match rate 1.2%!

Jan Gibran, the legendary warlock, has a match rate of 0%!

Thorin Fireforged, Legendary Barbarian, Dwarf, matching rate 7%!

Bohemia, legendary ranger, matching rate 0%! "

Having said this, Mr. Dilman's head mechanically glanced at Steve who was shrinking his head beside him.

"Zizi...zizi...the information database has not found this person's information!

Scanning!

First-order low-level wanderer, species... sap... warning! Energy is too low!

Professional level: qualified!

Physical fitness, qualified!

Intelligence: Unqualified!

Charm: Not qualified!

Strength: Not up to standard!

Match rate: 43%, no more suitable options! ”

After saying this, the stiff Mr. Dilman took out a scary needle as thick as a baby's arm from somewhere and thrust it into his own heart.

As the needle pumped, a stream of sticky, metallic red blood was drawn into the needle.

The next second, Mr. Dilman threw the syringe and stabbed Steve.

this...

Stab me with your blood?

Do you think I'm easy to bully?

Or is he trying to pass on the AIDS inherited from his ancestors to me before he dies? !

Steve was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, the needle passed through his body and fell into the sand behind him.

The needle fell to the ground and the air froze instantly.

Mr. Dilman was also stunned and tilted his head stupidly.

He took a step forward, walked to the syringe, mechanically bent down to pick up the syringe, and stabbed Steve with the syringe in disbelief. The syringe and his arm passed through his body again without causing any harm to Steve.

In the eyes of the members of Shudeman's team, this scene was so weird and funny.

Looking at Mr. 'Dilman' who was chasing him and stabbing him, Steve scratched his head in confusion and smiled awkwardly at his teammates.

Well! This bastard is targeting me!

Haha, today I will stand and stab you. If you can stab me, I lose!

At this moment, a red light suddenly flashed in Dilman's eyes, and a subtle, disordered and strange wave instantly appeared on the needle tip.

The next second, the needle pierced Steve's chest, and sticky blood instantly flowed in.

Steve, who was still cursing in his heart, felt a pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, the syringe was empty.

Seeing this, Steve didn't have time to think about it. He stepped back instantly, holding his chest and looking at the motionless Mr. Dilman in confusion.

“Wo Ri, you are in Gan Shen Mo?!”