My Players Are So Fierce

“He also said that if there’s a chance in the future, he will definitely come to Transylvania to check it out.”

“Hmm, he does sound like quite a capable person.”

Murphy nodded.

Since he knew the other identity of Old Flywheel, he went to Old Flywheel’s mechanical office with Ellen to ask about the Church of the Mechanical Spirit.

His instinct from the Dog Planner was telling him that this faction will definitely be liked by players in the future.

Treating science and technology as beliefs and mysterious rituals sounds silly, but the lesson from Omnisya tells players that this kind of silly behavior can become very, very cool in certain situations!

Well, if Old Flywheel is quite influential in the Church of the Mechanical Spirit, Murphy must seize this opportunity and think of a way to invite some priests from the Church of the Mechanical Spirit to Transylvania through Old Flywheel’s connections.

If they are willing to preach here, Murphy might even personally participate in this matter to write a cool doctrine for them.

Ha, the Church of the Machine God is actually in Transylvania?

Wow, now the mechanics and manufacturing players are going to be awesome!

Just having a blessing ceremony on all mechanical creations before a battle is enough to excite those senior forge fans to the climax.

However, when two vampires, big and small, pushed open Old Flywheel’s office, a bizarre-looking object immediately shocked Murphy and Little Sheron, who had just returned from Charldo Harbor.

It was a steam walker.

But definitely not a normal version of a walker.

Because while it didn’t have a crew cabin, it had many strange and weird things installed inside its outer armor. Although Murphy didn’t know what those mysterious-looking things were for, he could be sure that normal mechanical creations definitely wouldn’t have magic artifacts like spirit banners.

And as they came in, Old Flywheel was muttering while installing a fish tank-type contraption with four black coil electrodes above the power core of the walker, appearing full of mystery.

“What are you doing?”

Murphy asked, and while working, Old Flywheel was very irritable and almost swung his wrench over. The old Half-body Man shouted:

“Don’t disturb me!

The Little Mummy from Westerburg went crazy for some reason, insisting on connecting her undead construct experiment with my mechanical knowledge. I don’t know what madness possessed me, thinking this idea was quite brilliant, and jumped into this damn pit without hesitation.

The steel of the walker is difficult to conduct spiritual energy, forcing me to use spirit energy alloy to create an internal frame.

But that pure spiritual body can’t be placed in the steel creation. I still need to use wet parts as a spiritual body carrier first, then find a way to control the Calculating Pearl through electrical conduction to manipulate the entire walker.

This means I need to rewrite from scratch a set of manipulation factors for this strange creation.

God!

I’m going crazy, this project is not something I can complete alone…

Curse that damn creativity!”

This guy ranted crazily, letting Murphy, a vampire who didn’t understand the principles of mechanics, feel the oppressive stress brought by technical problems.

He shrugged, not intending to discuss this with Old Flywheel, but the ingenious idea of using spiritual bodies to manipulate the walker certainly wasn’t conceived by the Little Mummy. This classic tribute to the Divine Dragon Knight absolutely came from a player’s wildly imaginative brain.

“Good luck.”

Murphy said lightly, then took the letter from Little Sheron’s hand, waved it at Old Flywheel, and said:

“Your rival in love has sent a letter, also the Church of the Mechanical Spirit is making a fuss in Charldo Harbor. I heard you were once a member?”

“That was a long time ago, that organization is foolish, staying there only harms my wisdom.”

Old Flywheel disdainfully put the wet parts in the designated position, didn’t even look at the letter before turning on the power.

Blue electric currents flowed into the specially made walker through the cables, instantly burning several electrodes, making sparks fly, but not moving the behemoth even an inch.

“Damn! I knew this thing wouldn’t work!”

The annoyed old mechanic cursed, threw his wrench aside, jumped down to grab the letter Murphy handed over, glanced at Murphy, and said:

“Come with me. Since you mentioned those idiots worshipping machines, I’ve got something to tell you. Hey, little vampire over there, don’t touch this thing casually, I still have to write a report on the failed experiment to the folks at Westerburg so they can forget about this damn idea.

Undead Giant Statue and war machine?

Bah!

These are completely incompatible fields!”