Tempest of the Battlefield - Chapter 509

Chapter 509: Charcoal, The Real Super Mechanic
Translator: Oneshotwonder Editor: Hitesh_

Every human knew the story of Patroclus, of his betrayal and disloyalty. His very existence was like a cancer in the human world, and it was growing stronger with a greater malice each day.

He had demonstrated his unchallenged power by defeating two Einherjars, and with the gift the Zergs had given him in exchange for his loyalty, he had become the epitome of invincibility.

Ye Zi used to overhear Michaux Odin telling his followers that he was not very optimistic about the outcome if he were forced to fight Patroclus. At best, the battle would end with him dragging Patroclus to the gates of the hell by sacrificing himself, unless the heir of the Blade Warrior could intervene.

Ye Zi would never have imagined that the only person whom Michaux thought would be able to defeat Patroclus would be right next to her. Even if she had imagined such person, he should be much more handsome and take things more seriously than the nonchalant furface.

She wanted to report this finding to the Divine Mastery Sect, but Guan Dongyang had forbidden her from doing so.

Meanwhile, Guan Dongyang was enjoying his quality time with Lie Xuan. So far, the two had progressed from barely being able to hold hands longer than three seconds before breaking off the contact due to shyness to the state where Lie Xuan was able to hold Guan Dongyang’s gaze and let him touch her wherever he wanted to. However, they still had a long way to go before the two figured out how to take each other’s clothes off.

“Dongyang, what do you think about Blizzard’s visit? I think they are up to no good! ” Lie Xuan passed a slice of pineapple to Guan Dongyang and then asked.

“Hehe… Aamir is a smart guy, so he won’t choose to be our enemy. I think Hans is going to do two things: first, he is going to inspect the merchandise, and second, he will be eyeing on the talents in our band.” Guan Dongyang said with a smirk.

“How do you know?”

“Because I am smarter than him.” Guan Dongyang said with a smoldering voice. Wang Tong had told him that girls liked confident and mature men, so he would have to change the tone of his voice to reflect that.

“Then, why did you still let them come? I am sure Blizzard can offer much better living conditions to our warriors than we can.”

Guan Dongyang gave her a smile and then said, “Not just any warriors, they want furface. Believe me, honey… they can never persuade furface to leave me. ” Guan Dongyang wanted to disclose more information about Wang tong, but he stopped, fearing that too much information would blow his cover. Judging from Lie Jian’s current course of actions, he would not be happy to see Wang Tong’s return. He would first try to enlist him, and if that failed, he would kill Wang Tong in a heartbeat.

This was a lawless age, and therefore, no one was safe regardless of his or her power. It was not uncommon nowadays for a high level, if not legendary level, warrior to be overwhelmed by hundreds or even thousands of killers. Therefore, letting the House Lie know about Wang Tong’s existence was the same as outright killing him.

Guan Dongyang was convinced that Wang Tong and Lie Jian would eventually cross paths. Mars could only have one dominating power, and Guan Dongyang wished it to be Wang Tong.

Before Wang Tong and Lie Jian’s final showdown, Guan Dongyang wagered that it was for the best to join forces and repel the aggression of the Zergs. He reckoned that the stronger the Battle wolf was, the longer it would be able to protect Wang Tong’s identity and deter Lie Jian’s murderous intent.

Wang Tong didn’t wake up from his slumber until midnight, when everyone else in the camp had already fallen asleep. He walked to the training ground to find out that the METAL equipment had been arranged neatly in different piles, and then he nodded.

“Charcoal, are you ready?”

“Yes, Master.”

Wang Tong circled around the training ground and then arrived at the center. He folded his hands for a moment, then bent down and pressed his palm against the ground.

“Start!”

A web of soul energy rose around Wang Tong, lifting his body until he was a dozen feet above the ground. Wang Tong spread his arms and poured out his soul energy, covering every piece of the METAL equipment.

“Areal Soul Scan!”

Golden light ran down from the surface of the heavy METAL suits, revealing thousands of intricate lines, indicating the patterns of internal circuits.

“Charcoal, it’s all up to you now!”

“Yes, master!”

Charcoal twirled around his body as two of his arms transformed into two solder guns. Charcoal closed in onto a pile of broken METAL while brandishing the guns like an evil doctor would on his patients.

A wave of squeaking and clattering dins rose in the quiet night.

After Charcoal was upgraded, it had received useful add-on functions, many of which even Wang Tong had no idea that they existed. The only way to find out was to keep on testing Charcoal’s functions.

Wang Tong had figured the repairing process down to an art. The soldiers were in charge of sorting the parts into different piles, he was in charge of diagnosing, and Charcoal was the one doing the actual “repairing” work. There were over hundreds of heavy METAL suits, and it would take Wang Tong years to finish repairing all of them without Charcoal’s help.

After having received instructions from Wang Tong, Charcoal’s job was very easy…for a robot. However powerful Wang Tong was, he would never be as efficient as a robot when it came down to repetitive mechanical tasks.

It would take Charcoal two to five minutes to fix one heavy METAL. Time was of the essence, so Charcoal doubled down on his efficiency and deployed a few more arms to speed things up.

Although maintaining the soul energy web was draining on Wang Tong’s sea of consciousness, he carried out the soul scan without any difficulties. Looking at heavy METAL being restored into their former glory one after another, Wang Tong’s eyes glinted with dollar signs. After the repair, these heavy METAL suits were not exactly the same copy as the original, since many parts had been swapped. Even Wang Tong was not certain the exact level of each of the pieces, but he was confident that these refurbished items were much higher quality than the ones one would get on the black market.

Whenever a METAL suit was restored, Wang Tong’s face bloomed like a flower. While he was waiting, he lamented about the financial difficulties that plagued the Battle Wolf. If not for the money he made from the loot they earned previously, Wang Tong would be hard pressed to find any funding for the moving expenses. The financial disaster Wang Tong inherited from Guan Dongyang spurred him to look at other ways to fund the band’s activities. The Zerg’s invasion and completely crushed the human’s well-established credit system, and only material goods were exchanged instead of credits, with a few exceptions, such as the IOU notes from the major factions.

Wang Tong looked to the distant sky; dawn was about to break.

“Charcoal, hurry up. Only a couple left.”

“Yes!”

Charcoal picked up speed and finally finished up the final two METAL suits when the first ray of sunlight found Wang Tong’s face.

“Good job! Take a rest now, Charcoal!”

Tan Bu and Duo Lun were the first to arrive at the training ground. Right when they were about to start training, they found a strange light coming from the storage room.

“What is that?”

“Let’s go and take a look.”

When they arrived at the storage, they found Castro standing at the threshold while gawking at something inside. He was so engrossed in the view that he didn’t even notice the two.

Castro pinched his cheek and mumbled, “Am I dreaming?”

Tan Bu and Duo Lun were also shocked by the one hundred or so brand new METAL suits set neatly in a row on the storage shelf.

“They look so real! ”

“Kick me,” Castro said in a half asleep voice.

“Kom!”

“Balls! You want to kill me? It hurts…hurts? Haha… I am not dreaming!” Castro flailed his arms in the air like a madman and stormed through the gate.

“Be careful! Don’t leave your fingerprints on them! They are for sale.”

“For sale? Why? We can use them for ourselves!” Castro complained.