The flesh and blood bodies wrapped in the mecha were full of surprise. Their true form was revealed and they instantly lost their strength. These carbon-based monkeys had no chance of fighting in the face of the great mechanical life.

Darth Polhouse was stunned when he saw this scene.

He had no idea that the other party actually had this ability!

As a top scholar of externalizing machinery, he knows little about the various mysteries of internalizing machinery.

He had never heard of it before that there was such a black technology power in this world that could instantly disintegrate the mecha...

After thinking for a moment, his face became paler and sweat continued to pour out and fall on his flesh and blood.

If the other party has this ability, wouldn't that mean that the mecha troops of the Darth family are just a decoration...

When he thought of this, he seemed to understand a little why the Central Committee of the Empire turned a blind eye to them secretly...

In full view of everyone, Riel put a lot of problematic files into the iron cabinet, dragged the cabinet directly and left the archive room, leaving a group of nobles looking at each other...

Walking out of the gate of the [Truth Seeking Knowledge Society], a man wearing a dark gold uniform was walking out of a mechanical vehicle with rolling white smoke. His majestic dark gold was hung with medals, like a mobile merit display stand.

His mechanical body full of strong lines, every step he takes to the ground, would make a beautiful and moving clanging sound. It is completely different from the carbon-based monkeys with a layer of mechanical skin before.

Riel raised his eyelids and glanced at the other person. He knew that the other person was coming for him.

This is a senior official from the Central Committee of the Empire. His strength cannot be underestimated. If he had to compare with one character, he would probably not be below the ten Zhuge Darks!

Walking straight to Riel, the officer in a dark gold uniform took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Riel with a smile.

"His Excellency Rick Lake Choss, here is your personal letter."

Taking the envelope with a dark golden luster and looking at the exquisite workmanship of the envelope, a hint of clarity flashed in Riel's eyes.

In front of each other, Riel tore open the envelope and read the entire letter from beginning to end in just one glance.

The letters use outrageously neatly printed fonts, but Riel believes it is definitely a handwritten book.

Reading the contents of the full letter, Riel's expressionless face.

For the first time, he felt like he was seen through.

The Imperial officer waved at the vehicle behind him. His deputy, a super strong man with silver mechanical prosthesis, immediately loaded the information that Riel took out from the archives.

At this moment, Riel's eyes moved slightly and he asked the other party.

"Is there any lighter and quick-moving mechanical vehicle?"

...

The bright moon was covered with black clouds, and the black wilderness and the black sky blended into one and exuded the dead silence of the night.

"Woo--"

The sound of the train whistle from afar broke the solidified silence, and an iron dragon-like steam train was passing through this boundless darkness.

It passes through the unclear mountains and the rolling rivers of ink, but it can never pass through the endless darkness of the slowly and long night.

This super-large steam train full of cargo is following the tracks through the long wasteland and frozen soil and entering the Mokan Pass at the junction of Naphis County.

After passing this level, the territory of Naphis County is behind it.

The train slowly stopped at the side checking ward. The huge front of the car and coal smoke were spewing gray steam.

In the steaming steam, the red logo of the Darth family on the front of the car is extremely eye-catching.

The imperial inspector standing at the gate wearing a thick military coat saw the red logo on the car from afar and immediately gave up the idea of ​​going forward to check.

For the Darth family's trucks, checking them is just a form of the way, and at most you can just observe them outside the car.

No imperial border prosecutor would be foolish enough to intercept the goods of the Das family at the whistle of Naphis.

They can live a prosperous life by relying on their status as border prosecutors, half of which is due to the labor wages paid by the empire, and half of which is due to the extra hardships paid by the Das family.

If anyone is thrust in his mind and suddenly enforces the law impartially and rushes to the Qing Dynasty for a prosecutor, then he will not only not get the hard work of the Das family in the future, but he may not even think about taking half of the empire in the future.

Some things are like quagmire. Once you enter, you can only sink deeper and deeper into them in your life.

But to be honest, for these border prosecutors, this quagmire is quite comfortable.

After all, this quagmire is not something that anyone can soak just by wanting it. How many people want to soak it is not like this?

Unless one day the Darth family and the Empire fall apart, they will spend their lives with two wages and rest assured.

Soon, the border prosecutors were walking around this hundreds of meters long mechanical creature for a few minutes, then nodded, recorded a few strokes on the notebook, smiled and greeted the driver at the front of the vehicle, and signaled to release it.

Just as the front of the car was about to spit out white steam again, a bitter roar pierced the cold wind and grabbed the body of the car that was about to start.

"Slow down!"

Accompanied by this shocking voice, a young man with a cold face and a sword-like look slowly walked over.

The open black windbreaker on his body fluttered like a flag in the cold wind.

At the spacious cuffs of the windbreaker, a pair of mechanically modified arms shines with a colder light that is colder than the severe cold climate of the Mokan level.

The one who called for the stop of this train was the selfless new heresy judge, Ricklek Riel Qiuss.

He walked in the cold wind, ignoring the red logo on the body of the car, and shouted at the steam train that was about to start in time.

The border prosecutor on the side looked slightly moved, trying to remind him of the meaning of the car, but was stopped by the mechanical skeleton medal displayed by Riel.

Soon, Riel came to the closed door and planned to use his own robotic arm to pull the door off without waiting for it to open.

At this moment, the car door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in a marten fur robe was glaring at Riel with an unhappy expression.

"Hell, why stop my car?!"

Riel narrowed his eyes as narrow as a wolf, and replied calmly and sternly.

"Sir, for a routine heresy examination, please cooperate."

Darth Crasso said in a thunderous voice.

"Do you know what lies you are talking about? Tell you, I am the noble Viscount Crazo. If it weren't for your uniform, you should be talking to me now! You guys are becoming more and more dissatisfied! They all doubted us!"

Originally, the clan asked him to leave this far gate and bumped all the way to the damn Kanlus who was responsible for the goods. He was already very annoyed. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing on his way back, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

At this moment, Crasso was furious and refused to accept the examination.

However, Riel's mechanical arm clutched the door frame tightly, without any sign of giving up.

Instead, he stretched out his other hand and pulled Viscount Crazo away who was blocking his face.

Swish!

At this moment, a bronze mechanical arm poked out from Viscount Crazo, and it was about to strangle Riel's arm at lightning speed.

Iconic bronze arms, tea-brown sunglasses, shoulder-length curly hair, small black vest...
Chapter completed!