"So, that's about all there is to it."
The old man finally said it all out. He felt more relaxed than ever before. Not only was the pressure in his heart released, but also that after so many years, there were still humans living in the outside world. They were even able to cross one line of defense after another and stand in front of him.
This is an indescribable complex emotion. Human history has suffered torture and hardships, but it still continues tenaciously, just like impurities in gold. No matter how hot the fire is, or how repeatedly it is refined, it still exists in it.
Lorenzo and Watson both fell silent. This time, the real history slowly unfolded before their eyes. Although there were many gaps in it, probably due to the limitations of the old man's memory, it still recorded the development of the disaster almost completely.
"By the way, I haven't asked you before, what is the outside world like now?" asked the old man.
"Very good. Railways and waterways have shortened the distance between the worlds. There are also organizations that fight against demons. Moreover, these organizations are different from the Demon Hunting Cult. They are all pure humans..."
Lorenzo chattered on and on to the old man about what he had seen and heard in the outside world. His retelling was a little forced at first, but Lorenzo gradually found a way.
He thought of Merlin's museum, that sun-filled room filled with strange things. He had heard from Eve before that Merlin had stuffed some kind of placenta in there, which made the weirdness index of this museum soar.
However, although it is strange, as Lorenzo said before, the museum is a microcosm of human civilization, a place of crystallization and glory.
He recalled those things, looked for the corresponding situations in reality, and told the old man about the present.
The electronic eye moved slightly, and although his face was covered by steel, Lorenzo could feel his joy, and the indicator lights on his body flashed regularly.
"That is to say, you have now entered the industrial age, but the development is a little distorted..."
The old man pondered that without the intervention of the shelter, humans in the outside world had actually survived and developed a certain degree of industrial civilization. It was just that this steam-driven civilization was a bit strange and reminded him of something in fantasy novels.
“Have you ever heard of oil?”
"Um?"
Lorenzo thought about it and tried to recall the word "oil". Another thing emerged in his mind, but he was not sure if it was what the old man was referring to.
"We do have something called lacquer antimony," said Lorenzo, "a kind of black viscous liquid dug out from the ground. After being processed, it becomes an inflammable and explosive liquid."
"It sounds like this. By the way, what is that original sin armor?"
The old man asked again, after so many years of barbaric growth, the outside world has turned into a civilized form that the old man is completely unfamiliar with.
"You can think of it as a... giant version of you."
"I?"
"Yes, it's a large combat robot. However, due to material limitations, its main structure is made of demonic flesh and blood. This thing has a very strong regenerative ability, coupled with the toughness of flesh and blood, which assists in driving it. It fights very fiercely, but it will have a corrosive effect on the driver."