In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Tch, it's that woman Nero who came to you, saying that the festival is coming soon." Mordred was very aggrieved.

"I will go when I have time, but before that, I will introduce you to a new companion." Rosen pulled a huge robot over and introduced it grandly:

"Charles Babbage, join Chaldea!"

PS: Seek blades, blades, blades! !

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Shocked, Mordred knew how many stones were left in Rosen's hand, and he managed to get a Heroic Spirit out of just that little bit!Non-extreme Zeou, there is no other explanation except this sentence.

Seeing that the brat was too shocked to speak, Rosen smiled.

Pleasure, indeed pleasure!Having been ridiculed countless times, I finally feel proud!

With great satisfaction, he deliberately asked:

"Mordred, do you have anything to say?"

"Say, what are you talking about? He's a useless guy anyway!"

"Hmph, just wait and see."

Rosen didn't bother to explain. After cutting off the connection, he turned his eyes to the behemoth standing in front of him.

White steam filled the air, and the huge armor was more than two meters high. Unlike the handsome and beautiful heroes in the past, this Charles Babbage looked more like a robot.

When no one responded, he was on standby, allowing Jack to slap his body with a 'bang bang' sound.

This is the father of computer and the grandfather of steampunk. He must be very unwilling to lose to Electric, but for Rosen, as long as it is useful, it doesn't matter what kind of punk.

"Babbage, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Master's order is absolute, please give it an order." The red light flashed on his face, it was really a robot.

This is an old gentleman. Although he said so, Rosen will pay attention to his image, and said with a gentle smile:

"Then let's confirm the condition of the body first."

"Received." The red electronic eyes glowed brightly, and the steam almost enveloped the body. After a full minute, the mechanical synthesis sound sounded again.

"The test is complete, the status of the spirit foundation is 85%, and the treasure [Glorious World of Ashes] is suppressed to 50%, and it is in a non-recoverable state."

Gray Heroic Spirit Cards will be suppressed, just like Medea lost the Golden Fleece, this Babbage is even worse, the EX-rank Noble Phantasm may only reach B-rank.

Well, measured by Mordred's ruler, Charles Babbage's strength is not as good as hers.A look of disappointment flashed across Rosen's face. If he attacked in terms of combat power, this 'Gundam' would have to be placed after Jack. After all, Lori could still do some secret operations.

"I see, but your role is not only on the battlefield."

"Everything in this body is just a delusional dream... I can be competent for any position." Babbage is very obedient and will not pick and choose.

Without martial courage, there will be no hegemony, and no glory.Charles Babbage was just a scholar, not an unruly general.

"It's best if you think so." Rosen liked these 'simple' heroic spirits, turned his head and said to Arash, "Help me bring Medea over here, and discuss things with her."

"Yes." The young man was also a 'simple' faction, he nodded and left directly, taking Jack away by the way.

The big hero was extremely efficient, and within a few minutes, a black shadow flew towards this side.After the last decisive battle, Medea recognized Rosen's identity, and she didn't wear a hood on weekdays, showing a beautiful face.

She landed a few meters away, glanced at the 'Mech' with great interest, and then asked Rosen with some discomfort:

"Master, what's the matter? I was just about to paint the new model."

......

After Mordred, did the mythical magician also fall under the modern plaything?But it's good for her to have hobbies, so that this witch won't cause trouble everywhere.

Rosen looked at the problem dialectically. He was a pragmatist, and he was concerned about the degree of contribution, so he cut to the chase and introduced to the two:

"This is Mr. Charles Babbage, the famous inventor. And this is Medea, the princess of Greek mythology and a powerful magician."

The world is so interesting that a nineteenth-century inventor and a mythical witch met here. They both left great names in their respective fields, and as time passed, they stood side by side here.

Gundam's electronic eyes burst out with red light, and he nodded like a gentleman in salute:

"I didn't expect it to be Miss Medea. Your name is still circulating in the nineteenth century."

Not against his will, and never involving notoriety, the inventor who looks like steel has the heart of a British gentleman.

Medea raised her eyebrows, showing no disgust, but just nodded in return.

Babbage is not really famous, she has just heard of the name, not to mention the commercial bragging.

"Okay, now you know each other, let's talk about business." Rosen ended the topic. Anyway, an old gentleman has no reason to fight with the witch, and the chances of harmonious coexistence are very high.

He lit a cigarette, and slowly spoke out the idea in his mind:

"Medea, you are an expert in the production of magic props, and Babbage is very good at machinery and intelligence. I want you to cooperate this time to break through the technology of magic power."

"Hehe, what about modern magic again?" Medea sneered, and the relevant corpses were also sent to her. After dissection, it was discovered that these so-called magicians used their internal 'nerves' to resonate with the world. , transforming life force into magic power.

It's extremely troublesome, and the magic power obtained is so little, it's not as convenient as building a 'life-absorbing enchantment' by yourself.

"The basic theory is similar, but it pays more attention to practicality." Rosen glanced at her, pacing back and forth, "I have seen from the defeat of the Roman legion that limited holy crystals are difficult to fight against monsters because of the human body. Too weak, and once you get close, you become helpless."

"And the number of half-heroes is not only small, but their strength is also uneven. Many times they cannot take on the task of the backbone."

"So?" Medea was a little more serious. She had participated in actual combat, and if these humans could come in handy, she wouldn't have worked so hard.