Mechanical Doctor

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Bypassing the "big hole" where the void can be seen, the [Pterosaur] gradually approached the city of Deccantim.

This was not the first time that the [Pterosaur] had "visited" this city.

But this time, this big iron lump with a diameter of nearly one thousand meters brought an unprecedented sense of oppression to everyone in the city.

Especially after those extraordinary people realized what had just happened, they had an extraordinary sense of awe for the [Pterosaur] and the [Destruction Main Gun] that was still steaming.

And this sense of awe reached its peak when the [Pterosaur] floated over the city of Deccantim and aimed the [Destruction Main Gun] at the city below.

"What the hell is this!"

"Ahhh!..."

"Run!..."

"..."

The first to flee were not the weak noble private army, but those high-level demons.

The intimidation of the [Pterosaur] and the terrifying threat brought by the [Destruction Cannon] that was accumulating energy made these high-level demons, who were originally limited in their loyalty to the demon god, run away.

As for the noble private army and low-level demon fry, it was not that they did not want to run.

But they were already weak in the sense of danger brought by the [Destruction Cannon].

What's more, under this sense of danger, their brains spontaneously protected them-that is, they fainted from fear.

In the previous life, nuclear weapons became a weapon to maintain world peace, and at this time, the [Destruction Cannon] also restored "peace" to the city.

The two sides who were fighting to the death in the city were almost scared to pee their pants (or they might have already peed their pants). In this case, they couldn't even hold their weapons steadily, so how could they continue to fight?

It's not their fault that they have poor psychological quality. If anyone was aimed at a large-caliber heavy artillery with shells loaded at close range, there should be no one who would not be afraid, right?

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The instigator of this scene was laughing in the main control room of the [Pterosaur] at this time:

"Sure enough, dignity is only on the edge of the sword, and truth is only within the range of the cannon!"

But after laughing, he began to have a headache about how to solve the current situation.

Don't look at it now. The whole city is intimidated by the [Destruction Main Gun].

But in this situation, Manolin can't really open fire.

There are still many surviving civilians and rebels in the city. Wouldn't he send these innocent people away with this shot?

He really can't do such a crazy thing.

But the problem now is that without using the [Destruction Main Gun], the underground enemies can't be killed.

It's like using a flamethrower to deal with a hornet's nest in a haystack.

Manolin can't burn the haystack to cause a fire, and he has to kill all the hornets.

This is quite difficult.

Just when he was in a dilemma, an unknown call came to his communicator.

This surprised Manolin somewhat.

Although the manufacturing difficulty of the communicator is not high, and he has also made the manufacturing technology of the communicator completely public.

This makes many people capable of manufacturing communicators.

But manufacturing a communicator is one thing, and making it work properly is another.

All communicators need to be registered in various departments under Manolin (mostly medical rescue stations in various cities) before they can be used normally online.

These communicators are registered using real-name registration.

Now that an "illegal" communicator suddenly contacts him, it is very likely that something has happened to the mechanical clone in Deccantim City.

Manolin quickly contacted the mechanical clone in the city, and the response from there was indeed the information that it was under maintenance.

There is no need to think about it. This mechanical clone must have something wrong, and someone used a very clever method, which made the mechanical clone move without his original body noticing.

After a brief thought, Manolin connected the communicator.

[Dear Mr. Manolin, Augustus, the Grand Duke of the Devil Empire, the Grand Justice, the creator of the fraudster profession, and the blasphemer, sends his greetings. ]

Unlike the demons whose brains are full of chaos, demons are very particular about "red tape".

The "aristocratic system" that is extremely similar to human society is a manifestation of this.

In the entire Devil Empire, the number of each title is fixed. If the demon nobles want to be promoted, they must dethrone their superiors.

But the demons' obsession with titles is engraved in their bones.

Therefore, at every moment, the demons in the Devil Empire must guard against the rebellion of their subordinates and plan to dethrone the nobles above them.

It can be said that compared with this group of demons, human nobles areThe conspiracy between them is as childish as playing house.

Of course, as the saying goes, the iron must be hard before it can be forged. The basis of all conspiracy is one's own strength. If one's strength is not enough and there is a situation of "unworthy of the position", other devils will rush to snatch his noble title.

For this reason, the title of the Devil Empire is likely to match one's own strength.

For example, the minimum standard for the marquis of the Devil Empire is an ordinary legend, while the duke is a demigod, and the prince can only be held by those devils with the strength of the devil.

As for the extremely noble throne of the emperor, no devil has been able to sit on it for a long time since it was established.

Even those devil princes with the strength of the devil can't do it.

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After confirming that the person on the other side of the communicator was most likely the demigod devil, Manolin pretended to be relaxed and said:

"You devils are quite polite. So many people greeted me."

After hearing what Manolin said, the guy on the other side of the communicator was obviously stunned, and then laughed:

[Mr. Manolin is really funny. If the occasion is not inappropriate, I really want to make friends with you. ]

"Haha, make friends with the devil? Mr. Devil, you are also very funny."

"Your joke almost made my teeth fall out."

Faced with Manolin's slightly sharp words, Augustus was not angry, but continued in a calm tone:

[I finally contacted you this time not to joke with you, but I actually have a cooperation to discuss with you. ]

"Oh? Cooperation?"

Manolin was quite wary of the cooperation with the devil.

The IQ of the devil is quite high, and all kinds of conspiracies and tricks are easy to come up with.

Especially those who can get into the Duke of the Devil Empire, both IQ and strength are top among the devils.

If Manolin talks about cooperation with such a guy, I will be sold out and have to help him count the money.

[Mr. Manolin, we actually have common interests. ]

Augustus paused for a moment, as if to give Manolin some time to think.

[For example, we both want to kill that demon. ]

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