I, the undead, save the world with the dolls

Some tactical humanoids refuse to use energy weapons. An anonymous humanoid named AAT52 left a message: "That heavy laser rifle could explode at any moment! I even managed to detonate it when I was fighting a giant scorpion! This is not safe at all! Return it! Return it!"

"Are you talking about the time when we dealt with the Mojave Brotherhood of Steel? We did send experimental subjects there, but we have already taken insurance." Kroki frowned.

"They don't trust the nuclear fusion core that might explode due to overheating, and they say that in a combat environment over one thousand meters, laser weapons and plasma weapons are not as effective as live ammunition weapons. So we still made a prototype of the electromagnetic machine gun." The intelligent body said seriously.

"Are you kidding? We have already increased the theoretical effective range against heavy armor to 2,500 meters. When it comes to hitting light armor and unprotected targets, theoretically, we can still hurt people at 5,000 meters. 5,000 meters! Is that not enough? Who would spend so much time firing at a unit 5 kilometers away? Their fire control and sights are more expensive than the launcher!" Kroki's defense was directly broken, like a designer who was tortured to death by the shitty client.

"Those machine gun dolls said: We like your heavy launcher very much, which can deal a devastating blow to any target at medium and short range. However, although this weapon can melt tank armor in seconds at a distance of 7 meters, its effective shooting time and shooting life are a bit too short. This weapon can only fire continuously for about seconds, and the internal components need to be replaced after using it more than a dozen times. This is not conducive to some positional warfare and defensive battles. What we need is longer-term fire suppression and more durable weapons." The intelligent body said a lot proudly.

"If we increase the power, won't those components be damaged faster? How can we increase the range and power without increasing the losses? We need it to last longer and shoot harder, but Oasis doesn't have that kind of materials!" Croki slammed the table hard.

"But the combat requirements raised by those humanoids are in line with the file, Croce. And they said that although anti-armor firepower is good, they still need machine guns that can last for several hours." The intelligent body sent this data to Croce without any emotional fluctuations.

"These guys...are they so obsessed with live ammunition? Lasers, what's wrong with them? Isn't it just easily reflected by the laser coating? I've already increased the power so much," Crocchi clicked his tongue. "Okay, never mind. They have a point. At worst, they can give it to others. Having a richer weaponry isn't a problem. Also, have we finished our new generation of power armor?"

"There are still some technical difficulties to overcome. Our low-intelligence AI is too stupid to keep up with the efficiency of the humanoids' actions. The use of mind cloud maps is expressly prohibited by Pascal and the professor." The intelligent agent reported.

"Compared to these bits and pieces of equipment, I'd rather tinker with mechas..." Crocchi thought for a moment and decided to connect with Pascal. Her tone immediately became respectful. "Ahem, Pascal? Can the AI ​​we found in the Fallout world be used for scientific research? We're having some trouble with intelligent AI."

A tall figure with long pink hair, a proud chest, and perfectly curvaceous hips appeared in front of her window. Pascal also seemed busy.

"Not yet, Croce. Antonina and I haven't yet resolved the compatibility issue," Pascal said, his furry ears drooping slightly as he looked apologetic. "The two worlds have been developing in different directions for hundreds of years. We need time to bridge the gap."

"I'm not trying to push you...Okay, I am pushing you. I just want to understand, you know, and show some concern," Croce rambled on, a bit incoherent. "Anyway, don't overwork yourself. That's it. I'm hanging up."

Well, let's get down to business. Crouch moved the electromagnetic assault rifle over. Since the professor's instructions were to destroy as much as possible, I'd just keep it twenty meters away.

The tester loaded the prepared universal 3D printed magazine into the prototype and then pulled the trigger.

"Pffffffffffffffffff!!"

A burst of gunfire, much lighter than a gunpowder rifle, rang out. The recoil feedback from the test figures also showed that the recoil of the Gauss—the electromagnetic assault rifle—was much weaker than that of traditional weapons.

The metal bullets, accelerated by the coils, flew towards the rock-like armor and were then violently deflected in all directions. However, in the humanoid's vision, which was comparable to that of a high-speed camera, these bullets were deflected the moment they came into contact with the rock armor, leaving only a very shallow mark on the armor after the impact.

"Is this magic?" The intelligent agent asked the machine to scan the armor. After comparing the data, it was surprised to find that the defensive performance of this set of armor may be comparable to the main battle tanks in the advanced warfare world.

At the same time, an M4 assault rifle currently in use was pushed up and a magazine was fired at the armor, which did not even leave a trace.

"That's interesting. Use electromagnetic machine guns at a distance of 30 meters." Crochi gave the order.

The electromagnetic machine gun has a longer barrel than the assault rifle, which naturally means a longer acceleration time. It is also much higher in penetration and range than the assault rifle.

Crouch hadn't taken the initiative to develop a multi-barreled minigun. For a T-doll using a machine gun, the large size would affect its combat efficiency. An ordinary heavy machine gun would suffice.

A roar, much louder than an assault rifle's, echoed through the shooting room. Krocchi didn't hesitate; she emptied her magazine.

The 3D printer operates normally, reloading the bullets into the magazine after two seconds and completing the heat dissipation work at the same time.

There were hundreds of bullet holes of various sizes on the walls of the shooting test room. Even after suffering full damage at close range, the Javier armor still looked fine to the naked eye.

"Hmph, this is the inevitable result. If you can't even block this kind of weapon, there's no need to change it." Kroki's competitive spirit seemed to be touched. She snorted and then pushed out the next weapon.

"Kroki, the effect of a machine gun is several times that of an assault rifle. The penetration efficiency is sufficient. All aspects of this weapon's values ​​have passed the test." The intelligent body next to him reported.

"I know... I just think it's a bit unbelievable that the weapons we worked so hard to make were withstood by an armor that was left gathering dust thousands of years ago. In the original world, let alone thousands of years, even the best armor produced two hundred years ago couldn't block a single bullet. But Javier's armor only peeled off a layer of skin." Crochet looked at the marks on the scar comparison chart that needed to be magnified to be seen clearly.

"This is the magical world, Croce. To be honest, I also want to see what the Dark Souls world looks like. Even the operating basis of the world there is incompatible with other worlds. It must be very interesting. Unfortunately, I am not a tactical humanoid, and I have no combat experience. The professor will not agree to let me go there." The intelligent body said with a smile.

"That's not a good place. Ugh," Crooked thought, unaccountably remembering what she had seen on the boat so long ago, "anywhere, but don't go there. It's dangerous."

(See the contents before and after Chapter 34.)

"Okay, since Croce said so. Well, this suit of armor has excellent defense against live ammunition, at least not worse than the Saturn Alloy Power Suit. Is this armor for a certain humanoid? The humanoids on Griffin's side generally don't like overly heavy equipment. Could it be Evelyn (former explosion-proof police) or Xian (former ruins detection security personnel) on our side? They should like it very much." After this intelligent body became familiar with Croce, it became more talkative.

"No, neither of those. It's the professor who wants to wear it." Crochet tried to hold herself together. She wanted to laugh just thinking about her professor moving his legs with a determined look on his face, trudging through the hail of bullets.

"Professor? Is there no one to persuade him? It's very dangerous to do this. He can't read the records like us." The intelligent agent said with some concern.

"I don't understand what he's thinking. Maybe he'll change his mind in a couple of days." Kroki said stiffly as he handed over the weapons behind him.

The heavy ultimate laser launcher, which has already been purchased and needs further revision, and the heavy plasma launcher are also brought up.

These two weapons will be used as the primary weapons for some machine gun and shotgun dolls in the future, though it's possible that only shotgun dolls are willing to use them. They're the only ones accustomed to fighting with heavy shields and weapons.

Most machine gun dolls are tasked with serving as fire support points at long or medium distances, and they have always disliked laser weapons, whose power rapidly weakens with distance.

After many unsatisfactory attempts at design, Krocchi eliminated the requirement for extended range and focused on enhancing its short-term firepower projection capabilities, transforming it into a medium- to short-range devastating weapon.

"Go..." Crouch carefully pressed the button, and a ridiculously thick, scorching laser beam pierced the armor. In theory, this close-range shot could instantly vaporize a fully armored humanoid or even a power armor. Crouch had put a lot of effort into this weapon.

After a few seconds, Croce will stop supplying power, and the temperature in the shooting test room will become extremely high. After emergency exhaust and breathing, Javier's armor that has been irradiated by the laser will be exposed.

"Fuck, are you kidding me?" Crouch looked at Javier's armor, only the front part of which was burning red. "Even stone would have melted. The tanks used by the heavy armored team in the previous test were all scrapped."

Javier's armor seemed to be mocking Croce's incompetence. The front end of the armor cooled down very quickly with the ventilation - this meant that it did not conduct heat at all, nor did it store heat. As long as the environment allowed, it could cool down in a dozen seconds.

"This armor is fairly resistant to high temperatures, but its toughness... or durability far exceeds any equipment we've ever seen. It's difficult to burn, and the laser has shaved off one twentieth of the thickness of the armor in front." The intelligent body reported to Crochet.

"Test the plasma later. Also, don't test other individual weapons, they are useless. Fire the armored unit's main gun at it." Croce operated the computer and sprinkled the carefully packed repair powder on the armor. With the glittering golden powder, the armor burned by the laser immediately grew back the damaged part.

Subsequent plasma tests and laser tests were similar. This set of armor has extremely strong defense capabilities against live ammunition weapons. Its defense capabilities against energy weapons are slightly weaker, but it is enough to rival existing main battle tanks.

Later, during a test using an armored unit, although the frame holding the armor was shattered, the Stone Helm armor didn't even deform, only the chest area shattered into a pile of powder. The results showed that the Havel armor could withstand seven or eight direct hits from a close-range tank without being destroyed.

This data is completely sufficient. Crouch is very sure that before the armor shattered, the person inside, that is, the professor, must have been killed by the shock. It is enough to block it once.

"Should I be glad that we don't have to encounter Javier's army? This is such a powerful and messed up equipment." Croc edited the data and sent it to Sun Yang.

283 The Vague Ruins

Exploring the Abandoned Abyss and the Black Creek Valley beyond took Sun Yang a considerable amount of time. After wandering the dim underground world for several days, he and Lukatiye finally slew a massive monster in a cave filled with numerous small stone statues.

It was a monster made up of countless human bodies and limbs. Its head was made up of a human upper body huddled together, and its lower limbs were made up of dozens of pale green human arms and legs stretched out to support the ground, allowing this huge monster to move slowly.

It is not known whether it was the deep darkness here that led to its birth, or whether some unscrupulous person created this huge monster in the depths of the Black Creek Valley.

Sun Yang didn't waste any time, immediately unleashing fire to obliterate the monster. The Corrupted Thing was one of the weakest bosses in the original game. Its moves were limited, and its movements were slow. However, as a giant creature living in the closest subterranean environment, its body held a considerable amount of dark power, and thus possessed a considerable number of souls.

Even more deadly than the boss, the ancient upright, expressionless, poison-spitting masturbators and various monsters with throwing skills that filled the road were even more deadly. Sun Yang really didn't want to stay in the Abyss for even a second.

After using the Return Bone Fragment to return to Rumi, Rukatiye and Sun Yang immediately headed westward towards the Confused Forest, a region once the site of a war between Dolan Gureg in the north and the Ancient Iron Nation in the south.

In fact, there has never been any so-called friendly exchanges between the two sides. It’s just that both sides played very cautiously, without any abrupt ALL IN or one-wave tactics.

Dolan Gureg was large in size and had many advanced combat units, while the Ancient Iron Nation continuously sent heavy iron soldier puppets to the front lines to wear down the enemy's forces.

Furthermore, Dolan Graeg had also hired mercenaries from the ferociously militant nation of Froza. The two sides engaged in a prolonged battle within the Vast Forest. The excessive number of casualties even triggered some mysterious phenomena in the area.

The forest was constantly shrouded in thick clouds and fog. The rolling mountainous terrain prevented the two great powers of the North and the South from engaging in a full-scale war, but the protracted war also took its toll on them.

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Although the ancient Iron Kingdom eventually collapsed, the survivors still wandered around the ruins of the battlefield.

"It is said that after the fall of Froza, some people became bandits, while others were hired by Dolan Gureg to participate in the war with the Ancient Iron Kingdom. Sun Yang, maybe there are still Froza warriors who were stationed nearby in the past. They may have all turned into zombies." Rukatiye stared at the thick fog in front of him.

There seemed to be some human figures looming in the fog. I don’t know if they were dazzled by the fog, or if there were really ghosts wandering on the battlefield.

Sun Yang took out a few detectors and measured the surroundings for a long time with a serious face. But he found nothing.

As a veteran Soul 2 player, he was well aware of the many invisible assassins in this shabby place. These people were likely the byproduct of Dolan Gureg's mastery of the soul-body separation technology, which could transform people into spirits with only outlines. Combined with the smoky and indistinct weather, the invisible assassins could cause unbearable pain.

These assassins would harass the enemy with crossbows and stab them in the back with daggers. The miscellaneous technological armies developed by Dolan Gureg were placed here, perhaps to prevent the resurgence of the Iron Kingdom, or perhaps to monitor the forest and prevent the creatures that inhabited it from escaping.

It is obvious that the creatures here can become invisible through magical methods, and my scientific detection methods are useless.

However, these assassins seemed to still have some intelligence. Sun Yang felt as if dozens of eyes were fixed on him. Perhaps they recognized Rukatiye's Miller Knights uniform and therefore did not embarrass them.

After advancing along the valley for a while, the two arrived at a broken courtyard on higher ground. They needed to identify the location and decide the direction of their next move.

Sun Yang casually found a pile of rubble to sit on. In the nearby garbage heap were many broken pieces, weapons, skulls, and a very exaggerated crimson animal head. Sun Yang had never seen such a head before, and out of curiosity, he took the animal head and prepared to examine it carefully.

He turned the beast's mouth around, revealing a rather handsome face. It was obvious that this man had been chopped off, head and helmet alike. The body had gone somewhere unknown, leaving only the head.

It's really unexpected that there is still a well-preserved head at this point in time. It's incredible.

"What are you doing, stranger?" The head in the helmet opened its eyes, and a low male voice came out of its mouth.

"Holy crap! It's alive!" Sun Yang shuddered with fear and put the head back tremblingly. "I didn't do anything. Please don't curse me. I don't want to become a zombie."

"I am indeed still alive. Before you disturb my peaceful life," the head glanced at Sun Yang, "Traveler, what are you doing here?"

"I, I just want to go out and see the world." Before Sun Yang finished speaking, Rukatiye rushed out from the fog.

"I'm here to support you! Where are the enemies?" Rukatiye looked around cautiously and put down his sword. "Sun Yang, are you making some silly joke again?"

"Oh? You brought a knight from Miller?" The head said after glancing at Rukatiye.

"Ah? Who? Who's talking?!" Rukatiye searched around for a long time, finally landing on the helmet he had just found on the ruins. "Could it be this helmet?"

Sun Yang nodded. He was indeed startled. Originally, when he was playing games, the image was blurry and cluttered, so he couldn't clearly see the head among the rocks. Over time, he didn't take it seriously, just thinking of the person's spirit in heaven.

Until now, he still realized that the person who communicated with him before was a living head inside.

"I could call myself Wenger. But now that I'm like this, the name doesn't mean anything. I haven't talked to anyone for a long time, maybe it's nice to come once in a while." said Wenger, or rather the head of Wenger.

"How can someone be alive with his head separated from his body? Apart from that poisonous concubine Mida, other people have seen such a strange situation. But Wenger, are you Wenger from Froza?" Rukatiye frowned.

"It's me, young Knight Miller. I probably haven't seen you on the battlefield. You reacted very slowly when you saw my helmet." The leader of Wenger let out a low laugh.

"I know you, Wenger of Froza, a two-sword berserker who wields both a red rust curved sword and a red rust straight sword. You killed many outstanding warriors of the Miller Knights. So you worked for Dolan Gureg's people and died here?" Rukatiye narrowed his eyes.

"It was a harsh war. I should have been killed by someone, but when I woke up, I became like this. I don't know what happened to me, but it seems okay. During the years of war, there are many precious things that I haven't discovered." Wenger's tone was low and gentle.

"You have the nerve to mention precious things... Forget it, the war has been over for a long time anyway. I can't claim credit for chopping you off here, and killing a head won't make me happy." Rukatiye didn't insist on anything. After seeing that only the head of Wenger was left in front of her, she put away her weapon.

"I'm tired of fighting, so this is fine. Froza was destroyed by endless wars. We worshipped Farhan, but we perished at his hands," Wenger said slowly. "I won't ask where you're going or what you want to do. Everyone is bound by something, and I don't want to be involved with that anymore. But I have to give you a piece of advice. It concerns my health."

"Tell me, Wenger." Rukatiye still spoke in a rough tone.

"In the future, you may encounter my body occasionally. My headless body will wander in a certain area ahead, constantly fighting. I can feel that it is still alive and hunting something from time to time. My swordsmanship is a killing move on the battlefield. It is a technique created only to kill the enemy. It is not an opponent that ordinary people can defeat. Even if you find my body, it is better not to take action." Wenger advised kindly.

"Why can you and your body move separately? I mean, even undead people can't move their heads and bodies separately." Rukatiye looked like he found it hard to accept.

"Among my mercenary companions, someone once said that the king of this country, Pancrad, had a brother named Andil. He was a research maniac with no taboos. The sins he committed and the lives he took were a thousand times more serious than mine. If you see incomprehensible life forms elsewhere, it was probably Andil who did it. He didn't even need a woman to create life... But, in the final analysis, these are just rumors." Wenger talked about it gossipingly.

"Hey, hey, how come everything can be blamed on Andile... Well, okay, it seems like it's something he would do." Sun Yang thought about what Andile had done in his memory.

He transformed himself into a stone tree-like creature, escaped from the cycle of reincarnation, stuffed the giant's soul into the ancient dragon to revive the dragon, created a large number of artificial humans, killed many people to take their souls, and reproduced the rings and spells of ancient times.

It is even very likely that Andil will reach a cooperation with White Dragon Sith. Such advanced technology of human body transformation is very likely to be developed by the strong combination of both parties.

Such a wicked guy, paired with the white dragon Sith, a dragon pursuing immortality, it is not surprising that anything he does.

"Is your amnesia cured? You also said that you can remember some things intermittently." Rukatiye touched Sun Yang's head.

"I was just thinking that the guards in the Flowing Oil Valley might have come from Dolan Guregla, and that crazy queen might have been bullied into that state by Andil. I must meet that Andil later." Sun Yang put down Rukatiye's hand.

"You have great ambitions." Rukatiye shook his head.

"I'd like to hear some stories about Wenger's past. It just so happens that I can release some drones to survey the area." Sun Yang took out several reconnaissance drones and released them everywhere.

"My story? I'm just a mercenary. No matter how loud I brag, I'm just a hired fighter. But if I say I don't care what will happen to this country, that would be a lie. Although I'm just a mercenary, there are companions here who have shared life and death with me." Wenger's tone was a little surprised, but he still spoke briefly.

"That king, Pancras, is a pretty good man. I think serving him is definitely the best. At least we know what we are fighting for..."

"As for myself, you must all know. I come from the far east, born in a country called Froza. Ever since I can remember, I have been in conflict with the Miller Kingdom and Uger. But now that country should have been destroyed, and the people are displaced. I only know how to fight and have no idea what other ways to survive. Now it seems that I was really stupid back then." Wenger seemed to be lost in some memories.

"I love my peaceful life now. But doesn't that very thought mean I'm bound by the present? So-called 'living' is such a troublesome thing. No matter what, you must forge your own path and not look at others." Wenger concluded with some heartwarming life mottos. "Thanks to you, I'm finally able to chat with you after all this time. I'm so happy. If you have any requests, please tell me, maybe I can help."

"Maybe one day, I'll need your help. But not now, Wenger. I might need to use the White Marker Wax Stone to ask for your assistance." Sun Yang thought about his huge body. There might come a time when he would be needed to charge into battle. Doing a favor would definitely not be a bad idea.

"Okay, and that, Wenger, if I come across your body, I can help you deal with it. What are you going to do? Send it to you? Or kill it?" Sun Yang asked Wenger.

"Will you do it? Please be very careful. If you can, do your best to destroy my body and stop it from harming anyone. I am connected to my body, and if it is destroyed, I can feel it. If it is destroyed, then I will have nothing to worry about, and you will receive my gratitude... Also, if you need anything, please let me know. If I, who am not concerned about worldly matters, can help, I will be happy to do so."

There was a hint of joy in Wenger's calm voice.

"I wish I could do that." Rukatiye, who had been fighting with Froza's men for a long time, did not give him a good look, but she was still happy to chop off a body that was missing a weak point like a head.

"Leave it to me. Well, I've almost found the way here. See you again if we have the chance." Sun Yang's drone pointed a new path and he was ready to set off.

"Then let me look forward to that day. Goodbye, both of you. Peace will be restored here again." After Wenger's leader finished speaking, he fell into silence again.

284 Froza People

"Bang bang bang..."

A body that was nearly two meters and three meters tall minus the head rushed forward despite the shotgun fire. Seven single-shot bullets hit the chest, ribs, arms, and knee joints, shattering the rusted armor.