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Chapter 562 Flesh and Weakness (1)

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    Chang Yu stood in front of the rusted machine tool, smelling of scorched and rotten Chinese medicine all over his body.

    He recalled the afternoon when he first saw a steam train many years ago.  It was steel, sparks, noise, and surging power. At that moment, the fifteen-year-old boy fell into an indescribable shock.  From then on, the hammer, the gears, the spring, the air valve, and those surging flames and steam became Chang Yu's best partners, and they connected with each other.

    Just like today.

    In Chang Yu's eyes, the obscure, out-of-order characters and abstract and cumbersome graphics in the Book of Creation are vivid comic strips.

    He seems to have witnessed an unheard of wild age: all kinds of reptiles huddled under the palm trees, the land is full of hard red soil, the bottom of the sea is occupied by bony fish, and the top predator is a huge monster with transparent wings.  Dragonfly, the original biped erectus, relied on simple iron tools to resist various giant beasts.

    Until one day, Zhili people found strange shells on the beach that could evaporate seawater and were shaped like hot pots

    The life of Homo erectus has changed drastically since then.

    They got inspiration from the original shells and proposed a new natural science. The creations of Homo erectus ranged from the original shells to clay pottery and bronze. Over the centuries, driven by the desire and wisdom of Homo erectus, they evolved from "  The products derived from "Naturalism" are changing day by day.

    ? The cloud spiers that almost touch the edge of the sky, the ocean submersible that dives more than 100,000 meters deep, and the steam components that can replace most of the organs of living things.

    Upright people go to the sky and enter the earth, omnipotent.  They called themselves scholars and formed a city-state called R'lyeh, which was the heyday of Homo erectus.

    The screen freezes.

    All kinds of grotesque, technology and knowledge beyond the imagination of ordinary people are like a rushing river, washing away Chang Yu's soul.  Trapped in the super-ancient history, the peak technology that once brought glory and destruction to La'lye, and allowed twenty triathlon balls to run at the same time, also lifted the tip of the iceberg in front of Chang Yu.

    Chang Yu slammed the "Book of Creation" shut.  His heart throbbed violently, and he even suspected that he would die suddenly from high blood pressure in the next moment, but he still bit his lip, recalling the hard-won knowledge.

    It was just an inconspicuous stream in R'lyye's ocean of knowledge, but it had taken him a long time to digest it.

    The machine tool hummed sharply, the flames blazed, and the gears turned. Chang Yu put on unilateral copper-rimmed glasses. His thin shadow flickered in and out of the dark room. Occasionally, he could see various unnamed steam tools in his hands.  The shadow of fangs and claws in the firelight.

    In about two or three hours, under Chang Yu's men, a set of strangely shaped steam equipment gradually took shape.

    It consists of a brass mask that can cover the nose, mouth and chin, connected with a one-handed copper gauntlet and a pair of leggings of the same color. At first glance, it looks like a tattered half-set of individual soldiers.

    Chang Yuji sat on the ground, turned up his trouser legs, took off the gauze on his legs, put on the leggings, and gently twisted the clockwork. Two key buckles cruelly pierced through Chang Yu's wound.  With a snort, the tip of his nose immediately began to sweat.

    After about two minutes, Chang Yu stood up and took two steps back and forth. His right leg miraculously regained its support!

    Chang Yu put on the brass mask expressionlessly, and the brown pipe has been connecting the single-arm armor and leggings. The stains on his body, the sweat and the bulky brass equipment made him a little more psychedelic and doomed.  style.

    Click it!

    In the end, Chang Yu put on the gauntlet on his right hand, and re-examined his dilapidated room.  There are machine wrecks that have been disassembled and reused by themselves everywhere.

    There is only one pocket steam soldier, which is still well preserved.

    It is only 60 to 70 centimeters high, with thin and smooth structural curves, not as bulky as ordinary individual soldiers, the curves of the steel limbs are generally the same as the muscles, and the two steam pipelines run from bottom to top, running through the two ribs, shoulders, and neck  The sky is empty, there is no head.

    Every part of an individual soldier can be disassembled and worn, and even without a human driver, it can independently complete some simple combat group actions.

    This is a steam soldier designed by Chang Yu and polished by Li Yan. Due to the limitation of materials and the rush of time, the technical level can barely reach six cores, but it must be the worst and worst six core soldier in history  …

    Chang Yu stared at the pocket soldier for a while, then reached out to grope inside the soldier for a while, and after turning a certain knob, the whole soldier was immediately torn apart and disassembled into parts.

    "Let's start over,"

    Chang Yu whispered hoarsely, his right handThe gauntlets split from the middle, and four or five metal limbs with different tools protruded.

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    "I have a very good employee. He only designed the final plan of the giant Imir a few days ago. He is the pride of Enfield."

    St. Ive's face was full of spring breeze: "Come here, Robert. This is our mayor of San Francisco."

    Robert smiled reluctantly, and bowed to shake hands with Mayor Michael.

    "young and promising."

    "You flatter me."

    St. Yves patted Robert on the shoulder: "He used a brand-new technology to solve the problem of the high-energy overload of the eight-core steam giant Ymir. This technology will be applied to a brand-new transportation machine. Our factory no longer needs so many  Chinks. Get rid of these moths, and San Francisco will have a brighter future."

    "Ahem, that, Mr. Saint-Yves, please come here?"

    Robert pulled St. Yves to the corner, and growled in a suppressed tone: "Chang modified the giant Ymir, but you used his technology to transform the transport machine, trying to squeeze his compatriots out of this city? Let those blood-sweat workers  Homeless? How could you do that."

    "Watch your attitude, Robert, I'm your boss. Not your buddy."

    Saint-Yves' face was relaxed.

    He glanced at the graceful ladies and well-behaved gentlemen in the gorgeous ballroom. They all had relaxed smiles on their faces. Some people talked softly about the fire that caused heavy casualties during the day, but they were quickly drowned in many gossip news.  any storm.

    "Dear Robert, our times are changing with each passing day. It changes too fast. Some things are destined to be forgotten, and some people are destined to be sacrificed.  Remember you."

    Saint Yves straightened Robert's clothes: "Take it easy, the party is about to begin, you are our protagonist."

    Robert's fists clenched and loosened, and finally he was discouraged: "I can keep my mouth shut, but you and I understand that the real protagonist is not me." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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