"Give up, you can't win. This is a secret treasure recently forged by the Gear Artisan Association relying on the harvest from the ground. As long as there are steam machines nearby, I will never lose!"
Divo laughed wildly while coughing, and almost lost his breath. But he stepped back step by step in a measured manner, obviously knowing that as long as Jenkins kills him, he can completely ignore those activated crazy gears.
"You stole something from the Gear Craftsman's Guild?"
Jenkins asked, he didn't believe that the group of people would be so generous to give such props to Divo. And according to Divo's nickname...
"Hahaha, ahem, my nickname is Thief!"
The weakened middle-aged pirate said proudly instead of ashamedly, but he had no intention of getting close to Jenkins at all.
The current situation is indeed very bad for Jenkins. [Desecration Production] is still outside the attack range. Although [Twin Demon] is powerful, it may still be difficult to blow up the dense metal pipes in front of him. The space angle of [Mechanical Light] The range is large enough, but Jenkins is not sure if it will interact with these weird things in front of him, let alone Frost Fist.
"What exactly did the gear craftsmen find underground? They have frequently caused earthquakes in the past six months. What exactly do they want to dig out of the ground?"
Jenkins was puzzled, but more importantly, he faced the troubles in front of him first.
With his back against the wall of the corridor, the sword in his hand swung continuously to cut off the spider web-like dense metal pipes attacking in front of him. These pipes are thick and thin, but they all carry huge kinetic energy and high temperature. From time to time, white scorching steam spouts towards Jenkins, but his left fist is always ready to fight the high temperature with the power of ice.
The flames continued to melt the gears and pipes that had fallen from the ground, but the endless fire was just inextinguishable, not infinite in size. It couldn't cover all the metal objects, and it could only deal with the parts that the sword couldn't cut off nearby.
The characteristics of activated metal pipes, in addition to being able to directly absorb the power from the steam furnace and being able to deform and reorganize under the action of gears, more importantly, it seems that every pipe has wisdom.
The more he fought, the more Jenkins could feel that the metals that kept coming were able to gradually cooperate with each other. If this is not an illusion, then the gear that activated the steam furnace in Divo's hand is really something extraordinary.
In fact, Jenkins is not helpless. As long as he can charge him for three seconds, he will be able to cut off the sword light enough to cut off the entire cargo ship. But this is obviously impossible, the overwhelming pipes coming out from all directions are almost crushing him into a meatloaf.
Even the floor under his feet and the wall behind him were unreliable. Now it seemed that the whole ship had come alive, with endless evil thoughts and killing intent rushing from all directions. A sword and a fist soon became unsupportable. When the pipe above his head carried wood slag from the ceiling falling from the sky, Jenkins suddenly thought of a crazy idea.
"Diwo, I'll give you one last chance. If you surrender to me now, I promise you will get a fair trial!"
While waving his sword, he said to Divo who was standing behind the steam furnace deep in the cabin. At this time, the huge steam furnace had melted too many pipes and deformed into the shape of a human face. The opened fuel The door of the cabin is naturally a big mouth.
Obviously no one continued to throw fuel in, but the bright flames burned more and more vigorously.
"Have you lost your mind?"
Devo replied to Jenkins, and then hid his body better behind the steam oven full of mechanical beauty, like a work of art. It uses high temperature to change the impurity doping ratio of the appearance metal, and adjusts the color of all the pipes to a uniform bright silver, combined with the natural gear bite and chaotic beauty, even Jenkins has to admit that this is a piece Incredible artwork.
Jenkins didn't continue talking, and called out the twin demons to bombard the pipes around him. Taking advantage of the confusion, he bent down and picked up the cane that had been thrown aside. It almost fell into the bottom deck just now.
"You forced me to do this!"
Mr. Writer roared, took back the Holy Bone Sword, and then held the upper end of the cane made of a thousand-year-old wooden heart with both hands, separated his feet slightly, and thrust the cane hard into the wooden floor.
Dazzling green light overflowed from the man's body, and the spirit of life transformed to the maximum was mediated by the cane in his hand, and passed to the entire ship.
Thankfully, this ship is not a giant steel ship, but a typical Fidetictli-style two-masted three-decker cargo ship.
Today is not a special day, an ordinary Saturday does not mean anything. Even on weekends, dock workers still work as usual. They don't understand the word "exploitation", and no one will give them the meaning of the word popular science, but at least hard work can feed the whole family, which is a small happiness for most people.
The first thing that went wrong happened around ten o'clock in the morning. The workers, who were taking a three-minute break after unloading, stumbled across the ship next door waiting for maintenance, and there was no one walking around while chatting.
This is not a normal thing. Even if the ship is completely empty, no ship owner dares to arrange manpower to guard the ship. Standing on land and looking towards the ship, you can usually see smoking sailors cleaning or doing other boring things on the deck.
But this was wrong and did not attract the attention of most people. After all, even if all the people on the ship died, it had nothing to do with the people on land.
The second thing that went wrong happened ten minutes later. The porters walking close to the belly of the ship all heard strange noises coming from the inside of the bold, empty ship.
The sound was like metal being forged by a sledgehammer, and it also sounded like the sound of precision steam machinery in operation. When the louder and louder voices were noticed by more people, even the owner of the unloading cargo ship couldn't help but pay attention to the movement here.
"It's not a steam bomb, is it?"
It wasn't just someone in the crowd who joked, and then some people couldn't help but think of the astonishing big explosion that happened in the early hours of last Friday.
Before the riot had time to spread with the appearance of the strange sound, it seemed that the dull explosion sound had already appeared in the cabin of the empty ship.
Although the slight shaking of the trestle bridge showed that the explosion was not very serious, the cracked ship planks and the voices of the porters shouting "exploded" still made the whole pier mess up.