Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1042 - 109: Revenge from the Eastern Witch

"Did you hear any sound?"

Deep underground, Wang Yunxiao pulled his finger out from behind the Defender and asked softly.

This time, he did not get a response.

Because just three seconds ago, he pulled out the energy delivery pipeline of the Defender’s internal power engine at the cost of another arm.

Now this thing is just a pile of scrap metal.

Making combat weapons humanoid is a very foolish design; it has almost no advantages other than aesthetics. Even in a future era, it only exists in movies and comics.

But fooling the scientists of this era has been enough.

Sometimes, it’s not about how advanced your technology is, but how good your PowerPoint looks.

To be honest, when Wang Yunxiao first saw these humanoid mechanical puppets and learned about the artificial intelligence behind them, he couldn’t help but wonder if she was using future sci-fi IP settings to violently assault the aesthetic of this era’s scientists.

It’s just that people’s cognition in this era is limited.

Without experiencing a world war with millions of casualties, how would you know how practical big, dumb, and ugly tanks are? 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

But no matter what, they did create them.

The Defender’s functionality is extremely powerful, with a super-strong power system, capable of long-range and close-range combat, as well as mastering both magic and martial arts. Under the control of artificial intelligence, it has virtually no weaknesses.

Compared to those previous encounters... well, rather than saying they were designed for maintaining order and riot control, it’s better to say they were made to satisfy otaku fantasies—those humanoid mechas and mech girls—the Defender can truly be considered a genuine combat weapon.

So, after personally experiencing its power, the first thought in Wang Yunxiao’s mind was—find a way to get one back.

Although this thing indeed has no flaws and is hard to deal with, Wang Yunxiao chose the most primitive and violent way to crack it, directly pulling the power source.

No matter what the design is, once you pull the power cord, it’s nothing.

Of course, it’s not something an ordinary person can do; Wang Yunxiao paid a heavy price for this.

Humans can’t outsmart artificial intelligence; they have big data models that can calculate your every move.

Like a saint fighter, you won’t be defeated by the same move twice.

So Wang Yunxiao has always carefully hidden his true intentions.

This artificial intelligence has a bad habit, which is liking to talk.

It seems a bit too feminized.

Or more accurately, a bit too aimed at female audiences.

It comes with non-stick properties, its main pitch being a narrative of being the only sober one while everyone else is drunk, a white lotus in a black mire.

I’ve come knocking at your door, you activate a Defender, and you still dilly-dally for Council authorization?

Playing house!

Who knows which genius trained it.

She likes to talk, so Wang Yunxiao accompanies her to talk.

While she delayed time waiting for a second Defender to arrive, forming a pincer attack, Wang Yunxiao also waited for her to deliver the goods to his doorstep.

As for the intelligence about the United Ark, it was just an excuse Wang Yunxiao casually made up.

So what if the plan failed? I lost contact with the rear, should I cry for you?

Perhaps have a drink and write a poem to express my inner feelings?

Why should I provide you with so much emotional value, are you crazy?

A loud crash resounded, and torrents of sewage poured down from directly above, instantly drenching Wang Yunxiao, who was heavily injured and unable to avoid it, turning him into a drowned rat.

Wang Yunxiao looked up, bewildered.

What new trick is this?

Of course, at this moment he was underground and did not know what was happening outside.

A giant skeleton, tens of zhang tall, slowly rose outside the wall, its skull flickering with a ghastly green ghost fire, gazing indifferently at the residents fleeing within the city.

This not particularly high wall also had a magic prohibition effect; no supernatural forces could harm it.

But that is only in theory.

What kind of power counts as supernatural? Who defines it?

A Witch draped in jangling jade articles stood on a high-rise rooftop, chanting a long incantation filled with primeval vitality.

"Recalculate dimensional coordinates, adjust parameters, add fuel, full overload..."

"Release your anger from years of Upper City oppression!"

In heaven and earth, a thunderous bell tolled, triggering the Gonggong engine. With a tremendous crash, the seemingly impregnable wall crumbled.

The wall was magic-protected, but the underground structure beneath it was not so sturdy.

The Ghost King with one horn let out a piercing mocking laughter, slowly raising the remains of a building in its hands.

It was a tower just uprooted from the side.

Hundreds to thousands of tons of masonry in the Ghost King’s hands, which could tear open dimensional barriers, were practically no burden. With a sharp whistle, the tower’s remnants flew over the collapsed wall, heading for the central control tower several kilometers away with lightning speed.

The rushing flood transformed into a Giant Dragon following closely, surging into the city under Chu Jiang’s command.

This was a reprisal from the three Eastern Witches!

Inside the central control tower, the Supreme Council members were engulfed in an atmosphere of despair and panic.

Everyone was hysterically questioning the Mathematics Transgressor, wasn’t Avalon supposed to be impregnable? Why, facing an external invasion now, is it utterly defenseless?

Only Professor Max sat in his seat, lost in long contemplation.

"You actually have the ability to resolve this crisis."

He looked at the microphone in front of him and murmured.

Though the scene was already chaotic with wailing and noise, he knew that the Mathematics Transgressor could hear him.

"Yes, I do."

"But you won’t take control of the situation proactively because it would alert the Supreme Council."

"Isn’t that self-evident?"

The Mathematics Transgressor replied.

"The Emperor needs ministers loyal to themselves; loyalty’s importance far exceeds capability. This is the philosophical logic of humanity."

"So you’re not the savior who can solve all problems."

"I beg to differ; theoretically, I can solve all problems. But before all problems, there ought to be a defined objective."

The Mathematics Transgressor responded.

"Professor Maxwell, as the Supreme Council’s Technology Advisor, you have the highest authority in an emergency. May I ask, do you now require me to resolve all issues for you?"

"Do you wish to assert personal will over the collective, to become the Emperor of Avalon?"