My Wife Can't Be a Liar

Hee hee, guess why I wrote Nag and Jeb next to Shabu?

Chapter 2 Demon's Whispers

Walking in London in the nineteenth century, Wu Luo and Meili Saber could only hold hands and grope forward in order to prevent them from getting separated.

"This fog seems to have a lot of problems!"

Breathing in the mist, Saber said with a frown.

"what happened?"

Wu Luo turned to Saber and asked.

"The fog is not only dense, but also full of magic power. It's as if the atmosphere is made of magic power here! This level is very harmful to the body. Wu Luojun, maybe you are not a human being. The magic learned by 'Nia', and I'm a heroic spirit, so it won't harm us here. However, other people living here probably won't have a good time."

Saber said to Wu Luo seriously.

"Oh, so here's—"

Wu Luo felt a sense of déjà vu in this situation.

At this moment, there was a sound of mechanical activity coming from the mist.

"who?"

Saber directly pulled out the holy sword, and asked into the fog.

"..."

After a moment of silence, the opposite side suddenly appeared in the sight of the three of them.

Not a human being, but a product imbued with the idea of ​​a robot from the steampunk era.

The whole body is made of green steel plates, and a serrated steel knife is taken out in the right hand.

Seeing Wu Luo and the others at this moment, the machine stretched out its steel knife, and the whole body of the machine jumped up and slashed at them.

Of course, Saber would not allow this kind of robot to hurt Wu Luo. Looking at the steel knife at this moment, she attacked with the holy sword in her hand.

clang--

The holy sword and the steel knife burst out a huge spark in mid-air, and Saber used all her strength to block the robot's attack.

"what--"

Saber continued to shout loudly, and then pushed the steam robot away with all her strength.

bang-

With a loud bang, the robot was pushed to the ground.

Then Saber quickly drew a knife, drawing dozens of strokes back and forth on the steam robot.

After the scratching, the metal device was completely disassembled piece by piece.

"Well, the danger has been lifted."

Saber clapped her hands and said.

"Thanks a lot."

Wu Luo thanked Saber.

"It's okay, no hard work, life is hard."

Saber glanced at Meili and said.

Her teacher can solve it directly if she takes a shot, but she is still sitting on the table that Wu Luo is moving, watching the play with a smile, and she is short of peanuts and melon seeds.

Seeing that Saber was about to rebel, Mei Li jumped down, and then quickly grabbed Saber's hand and asked, "Well, Saber-chan, what do you think about this enemy? About the number and so on—"

"These enemies should be of the type that can be mass-produced."

Although Saber only saw the enemy for the first time, she can clearly see the advantages of this thing in her excellent vision.

Mass production, which can be mass-produced on a large scale, is one of the most important considerations for the power of a weapon.

Why the assault rifle ak.47 is the most popular in later generations is not because this rifle is full of the characteristics of the former Soviet Union, cheap and durable.

You can produce one hundred per second per unit time and only one per unit time. Even if the latter can produce ten times the power of the former, what is the value?

The steam robot in front of me is as easy to mass-produce as the ak.47 of the former Soviet Union.The whole body can be constructed with ordinary steel plates, and there is no need for any too precise structure. Except for the magic steam power furnace in the center, there are no technical requirements for other places.

Therefore, this kind of steam robot can be mass-produced, and each has the strength to compete with Saber in a short time.And if the number is too large, even Saber will inevitably be defeated or die on the spot.

Thinking of this, Wu Luo and Saber couldn't help showing a solemn expression on their faces.

At this moment, in the silent London streets, the fog seemed to become thicker, and the gusts of wind blew gently, setting off waves of whining wind.

Nineteenth-century London was, so to speak, a man-eating monster of steel and coal.And at this moment in the fog city, there is no sign of human survival at all, making it even more chilling.

"Let's go, Saber, you protect Meili first, and I'll investigate ahead."

Wu Luo ordered the division of labor.

At the same time, he looked around, removed one of the iron bars from the steam robot, and then stood in front of it.

Although iron bars are not very useful as weapons, it seems that there is nothing that can be used so far.