Bang—bang—bang—
The mechanical legion marched in a grand and imposing manner. From afar, it looked like a moving torrent of steel.
Svarog led the group and finally returned to the Mechanical Settlement.
Under everyone's gaze, those tall and burly automatons dispersed one by one.
They returned to various parts of the Mechanical Settlement.
Some directly began clearing the Fragmentum creatures that had wandered over, some went to supervise the vagrants, and others simply sat in a corner on standby without moving.
"Wow." March 7th saw this scene and thought it was super cool.
"These robots are really awesome. I want one too!"
Zeig patted Svarog's hand back and generously said, "Since you've sincerely made a wish, I'll give you this big guy next to me. No need to be polite!"
Svarog: "..."
Under Clara's gaze, two somewhat familiar-looking vagrants were being supervised by five traffic light robots at the same time.
"It's... it's those two uncles..." Clara choked out.
Those two vagrants were naturally the culprits who damaged the equipment in the Mechanical Settlement.
It was precisely because of them that Clara had to risk danger, going alone to Rivet Town to search for mechanical parts, silently contributing for everyone.
"Clara... I will have these two vagrants take responsibility for cleaning all the waste in the Mechanical Settlement." Svarog said coldly.
They became very nervous upon seeing Svarog, hanging their heads dejectedly.
Under the supervision of five robots, they hugged a pile of rust-covered parts and hurriedly passed by.
"I... I understand, Mr. Svarog." Clara said softly.
"..."
Staring at the expressions of those two vagrants, Svarog looked toward Clara again and said solemnly:
"Clara, from now on, do not make contact with those two vagrants again. They will inevitably try to use you to find a way to escape... Humans are like that. Your kindness toward them is meaningless; it will only fuel their arrogance."
The girl clenched her sleeves tightly, nodding forcefully. Her pretty face was filled with guilt, and her eyes couldn't help but redden slightly.
This scene made March 7th's heart ache terribly!
She directly walked between Zeig and Dan Heng, pressing her hands on their heads, saying word by word through gritted teeth:
"Those two really deserve to die... right?"
"Yes, yes..." "Mm..."
Svarog slowly turned back, scanning everyone:
"Everyone... since you've come here, you are guests of the Mechanical Settlement. I suggest you explore on your own first. Clara and I need to repair the damaged equipment. Please wait a moment..."
After speaking, he extended his palm toward Bronya.
Bronya immediately understood and handed over the package containing the mechanical parts she was holding to Svarog's palm.
"Everyone... it's getting dark. We have to fix the machines first, otherwise soon everyone won't be able to see anything... See you later." Clara hurriedly bid farewell and left with Svarog.
Just like that, the two figures gradually disappeared.
March 7th looked around and asked:
"Oh no, there's nowhere to sit. Where should we wait?"
They clearly said they were guests, but there wasn't even a stool or hot tea in sight. The service was really poor.
"Hm?"
Seeing no one respond, March 7th turned back in confusion.
She discovered that the others had long since left their original spots.
Dan Heng found a rock, wiped it off, sat down, and began meditating with closed eyes.
Zeig was rolling around in the snow.
Seele was walking together with Bronya, touring around the mechanical tribe.
Bronya, who had always lived in the Overworld, was still full of curiosity about this place. She had only passed through hastily before and hadn't properly explored it.
Seele was the same. Although she was a member of Wildfire in the Underworld and even a leader figure, this was Svarog's territory. Sampo could come here to swindle and wander every day, but she couldn't.
Svarog's attitude toward Wildfire had always been very poor, and many vagrants here felt the same.
As long as Wildfire members approached here and their identities were discovered, being driven away was a common occurrence.
"Hum hahaha! With you bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates, you still want to compare with my mecha?"
March 7th suddenly noticed that Zeig had stopped rolling and had run to the center of the square ahead.
Several vagrants were surrounding him, seeming very disdainful.
Nearby were parked some robots of varying sizes, but all were covered in rust spots, fundamentally different from Svarog's automatons.
"Tch, where's your mechanical pet? An outsider like you coming to our place to show off—don't brag!"
The man who mocked Zeig had his arms crossed, with a rust-covered fat robot standing behind him.
That fat robot was wobbly, with several gaps missing from its arms, but it was still quite intimidating.
"Oh? Do you really want to see it? My mechanical pet is super badass. I usually don't dare let it out—it would be bad if it scared the flowers and grass!" Zeig replied with a ferocious glare.
"Where did you say it was broken? Say it again?" one vagrant said excitedly.
"Heh, a bunch of ignorant fools! Let me open your eyes properly!" Zeig mysteriously reached his hand into his bosom.
Seeing this, those vagrants immediately lost most of their interest.
A robot that could be pulled out from one's bosom—how small must it be?
It wouldn't be impressive at all.
But the next scene made everyone drop their jaws.
A massive shadow suddenly covered the sky, enveloping the entire square.
Everyone standing in the shadow couldn't help but swallow saliva, their faces turning pale from fright.
A black-purple mecha, tall as three or four buildings, stood majestically between heaven and earth!
Unlike the robots here, it was extremely stable, not constantly trembling due to the engine's operation.
"Hahahaha! Heavenly Father, let these ignorant folks witness your power!!"
With that, Zeig leaped up, sucked into Heavenly Father's body by a beam of light.
March 7th looked up dazedly, gazing at that sky-obscuring figure, finally remembering where this thing came from.
"Holy crap, the robot you customized back then was this thing!" she exclaimed.
The gigantic black-purple mecha slightly lowered its head, looking toward March 7th, slowly emitting a deep mechanical voice:
"That's right! How about it, haha! This is my mechanical pet! Come on, who wants to fight me? I can't wait anymore!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang—!!"
The sky-obscuring giant shadow fiercely pounded its chest, producing intense and vigorous collision sounds!
All the owners of the mechanical pets stared dumbfounded.
At first, this guy came over to inspect their mechanical pets—those robots assembled from scrap.
In the mechanical tribe, people often used mechanical pets for battles as an entertainment activity.
Among them was a man with ten consecutive wins, using his fat-type mechanical pet to dominate everyone, showing disdain toward all present and mocking everywhere.
So, Zeig approached him.
To slap his face, he directly pulled out the mecha Heavenly Father that he had customized at the Herta Space Station!
"Oh my god, this this this, this thing... was really just pulled out from his bosom? Am I mistaken! Am I blind!"
"If you said it was called Mechanical Führer, I'd believe it!"
Heavenly Father, piloted by Zeig, lowered its head to gaze at the mechanical pets, disdainfully pointing at them one by one:
"You, you, and you—want to fight me?"
Those vagrants immediately chickened out.
"N-no thanks... haha, I suddenly feel that mechanical pets aren't that fun. Better to play less in the future."
"Yeah yeah, my kid plays this every day—his eyesight has dropped, his grades are at the bottom. It's really harmful!"
"Tch, this thing looks big, but it's probably just for show, right? If you've got guts, come at me... waaah!"
That kid hadn't finished speaking when he was directly covered at the mouth and dragged away by the auntie next to him.
"You brat, do you want to die! Usually knocking on the keyboard is one thing, but now you're running your mouth? Tonight your homework is doubled... even if your dad comes, it's useless!"
"..."
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