Listen to the space-time administration

Chapter 303 is actually very simple

A land battleship, also known as a multi-legged turret, is actually a super giant cannon mounted on a movable mechanical platform.

As part of the planetary defense plan, although the multi-legged turret moves slowly, with the cooperation of the portal, the moving speed of [-] kilometers per hour is enough to deploy to any place in the world within the specified time.

There are two multi-barreled Gatling cannons under the front belly of the multi-legged turret, like the fangs of a spider, and the other turrets all over the body are like bristles, showing its uniqueness.

Sensors, turrets, and force field shields all over the body make it a land battleship that is worthy of the name.

The Prophet looked at the shadow above his head, and even the nano-biochemical warriors couldn't restrain their panic when they encountered this kind of war weapon.

Especially the Gatling cannon that can be walked in standing, the prophet would like to ask, when did this weapon appear?

A red light flashed in the Prophet's eyepiece, scanning the superweapon in front of him.

But the lock that followed made him completely panicked.

It wasn't the main cannon or the spider's fangs that locked the Prophet, but the 'setae' that leaned towards him.But with that muzzle diameter, it was enough to flatten a football field in World War II artillery.

"Hey! Allies! Allies!"

The shepherd stood in front of the prophet, waving frantically at the multi-legged fort.

With the release of the lock on the multi-legged turret, the shepherd was relieved, and said to the prophet: "There must be no next time! If you do it again, I will be blown to powder with you!"

The Prophet also knew that he almost harmed his comrades in arms, so he quickly said: "Understood, it won't be like this."

A concealed door opened on the multi-legged turret, and the tactical humanoid stepped out of it and jumped toward the ground.

Seeing this, the shepherd quickly said to the prophet, "It's a land battleship managed by the research department. Remember, don't touch anything in it!"

Prophet raised his hand obediently under the gunpoint of the tactical humanoid robot, and asked, "Is there any difference?"

The shepherd began to accept the inspection of the tactical humanoid robot, and took the time to answer: "The combat troops are only responsible for combat, but the research department needs to judge the effectiveness of weapons. No one knows what weird things they bring. Maybe a room that opens the door will self-destruct. instruction……"

The shepherd and the prophet were hung on the rope around the waist of the tactical humanoid robot, and then were brought into the body of the land battleship by the tactical humanoid robot.

In the command room of the land battleship, a middle-aged man whose hairline had already issued a warning, looked at the prophet on the screen, and commented: "Not bad equipment, but not bad..."

Then the middle-aged man picked up the coffee brought by the Marvin robot, put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully, this action made his well-groomed beard stained with the fine foam of coffee.

Raising the coffee cup, the middle-aged man asked Dumbledore beside him: "Would you like a cup? The coffee beans from the world of the End Yan Emperor, cultivated with the magic of elves, have endless aftertaste..."

Dumbledore asked for a glass with a smile, put five times as much sugar in it, took a sip, and said, "It's really good, it feels really good..."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man leaned over and asked, "Can you tell me what it feels like to cast magic? Is it similar to being extracted from the body by some kind of substance or energy, or does it cause mental depression?"

Dumbledore was a little surprised. He was in charge of the front-line research of the entire multi-legged fort, but he knew little about magic. This did not comply with the regulations on the appointment of personnel by the Space-Time Administration.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, or the person in front of him was a bastard, like Pantecost's stupid son.

Or, the person in front of him is an absolute genius, and he has not been recruited for a short time, and he has not fully understood everything about the Space-Time Administration.

"Probably like a sense of regularity, using your own magic power to move the world..."

Explaining the feeling of magic in the most simple language, as the conversation continued, Dumbledore found that the man in front of him was getting deeper and deeper, and he even had to think for a long time before answering some questions.

The conversation was not terminated until both parties reached the blind spot of knowledge.

The middle-aged man touched his beard, and in a blink of an eye he became curious about Dumbledore again.

"Can I ask how old you are? Does magic have the effect of extending life?"

"I was born in 1881, of course it's my world. I'm 149 years old this year, and I feel like I can live another 50 years. The main function of magic is to let me explore myself inwardly, which will let me dominate own body and soul."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Understood, it should be that energy research and rule application will affect the body and spirit to varying degrees..."

Using his own understanding to make a summary of Dumbledore's explanation, the middle-aged man began to inquire about the magician's relevant information in front of Dumbledore, regardless of whether Dumbledore was willing or not.

The middle-aged man's authority seemed to be very high, and he easily found out what kind of person Dumbledore was in front of him.

With a tone of surprise, the middle-aged man asked: "You are actually the master of the world? Although it is only half, how can you participate in this kind of mission? I applied for the magician to participate only to prevent the fort experiment from collapsing. I want to see if using the repairing spell can save the emergency..."

Dumbledore could let it go, it was already an open secret that he was very enthusiastic about all the tasks of the Space-Time Administration.

The people in front of me don't know, Dumbledore is also willing to explain and befriend him, saying: "I once made a mistake. My sister Ariana died in a magic duel. I need to contribute points to revive her. Unfortunately, If it wasn't for the fact that contribution points can only be transferred through inheritance, the points of Aberforth and me should be enough..."

In order to prevent someone from stealing wool from the Space-Time Administration by means of purchasing threats, special exchanges can only be made with personal contributions.And the price of resurrecting a person, even Dumbledore would have to worry about it.

However, these words were heard by the middle-aged man, and he asked suspiciously: "Is this score difficult?"

"Isn't it difficult?"

"is it hard?"

Dumbledore decided to explain it to the young man, and said: "Contribution points can only be exchanged for recruitment tasks or major contributions. For example, I can get a point for this task. If a major crisis occurs, it can be exchanged in the subsequent settlement process." Appeals filings in China are growing…”

The middle-aged man stroked his chin and asked incredulously, "So how difficult is it?"

Dumbledore immediately reacted. The man in front of him didn't know the value of the contribution points, and he was unfamiliar with the things of the Space-Time Administration. There is only one situation that can explain it!

He has a way to get all the points he needs in a short time!
Holding the middle-aged man's hand, Dumbledore asked in a trembling voice, "How did you make enough? You want to resurrect someone too?"

"Uh... Create several new alloys, optimize the system of the tactical humanoid robot, give a man-made energy structure, reorganize the existing communication network, customize a computing power optimization for Red Queen and VIKI, and provide a Strengthening the potion, and finally adding this nano-biological costume production, I should be enough to revive Maria's points. So is it really difficult?"

Dumbledore asked incredulously, "What kind of monster are you?"

Dumbledore is almost an on-call task machine in the Space-Time Administration, but his contributions over the years are not as good as the middle-aged man in front of him.

"Which sci-fi world are you from?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "What kind of sci-fi world is there? I have also experienced World War II. When I died, it was only 99. I didn't catch up with the legendary World War [-]!"

Dumbledore has the urge to switch to science and technology. His contribution as a master of magic can only be regarded as a clown in front of this middle-aged man.

"What a horrible monster..."

Regarding this title, the middle-aged man began to refute, saying: "If you say a monster, you should say that Rorschach. No, he should be a devil! Who would treat resurrection as a reward?"

"But I have to say, he also gave us hope..."

The expression of the middle-aged man suddenly collapsed, he reluctantly agreed with Dumbledore, and said: "Yeah, I just don't know how that annoying brat in my family is doing now, I asked Rorschach, but he obviously knows Just don't say it!"

Dumbledore stretched out his hand to the middle-aged man and asked, "Don't know your name yet?"

The middle-aged man reached out and took Dumbledore's hand, and said, "Howard Stark. You can call me Howard or Stark..."

"So, Howard, are you interested in doing something big? The performance of magic is not only these..."

Dumbledore began to follow the guidance, Howard glanced at the watch in his hand, and said coldly: "If you can put away your spiritual hints, I might agree, but now, go back to your own post Bar……"

"sorry, I……"

Dumbledore still wanted to explain something, but Howard waved behind him in disgust, motioning him to leave.

"Everyone is responsible for their actions..."

Howard turned around and stopped communicating with Dumbledore, and the tactical humanoid robot on the side also raised his weapon and issued a warning.

Dumbledore sighed and left silently when he was in a hurry to do something wrong.

Howard did not have any real resistance to Dumbledore. In his own world, he has long been used to communicating with various politicians, and that is the bad kind that can really confuse people. Dumbledore's methods are still in magic. It can be said to be inferior.

Howard said without turning his head: "Marvin, let the little raccoon send me the collected information, and perform a comprehensive test on that muscle. I want his scan data."

"The tactical humanoid robot began to transfer the multi-legged turret, taking us out of the battle sequence. I want to test the strength of the ceph mastermind, turn on all protective methods, and prepare for a zero-distance attack."

(End of this chapter)