Very reasonable cultivation

Chapter 163 This must be your conspiracy

After destroying the four-armed creature, Mecha Tian Zhen sensed from its aura that this wasn't the end of the transformation. He sensed an even larger cluster of consciousness. This consciousness was like a vast net, completely enveloping his perception, like the feeling of one of the billions of human cells.

Mecha Tian Zhen peered through the hole in the ceiling into the depths of the sky. He sensed the creature slowly approaching. It was a massive shadow, obscuring the entire starry sky like a dark cloud, emitting a chilling, oppressive feeling.

After pondering for a while, Mecha Tian Zhen immediately flew up, passed through the holes in the layers of ceilings, and arrived above the cluster city.

Below, the battle continued, but it was nearing its end. Overlooking the battlefield, Mecha Tian Zhen could sense the palpable decline in morale among the four-armed creatures. Most of the aliens and heretics had lost their will to fight, and some had even begun to flee. The death of the four-armed creatures had clearly had a profound impact on them.

He did not intervene, but floated in the air, quietly watching the battle that was about to end.

After dispatching the last of the aliens, the Blue Cans watched as the aliens and heretics quickly scattered, vanishing in the blink of an eye. They all looked up at the Iron Man, a robot seemingly embodying the pinnacle of human technology. Their faces were filled with mixed emotions, a mixture of joy at victory and a deep sense of vigilance towards this Iron Man, who they couldn't tell if he was friend or foe.

According to records, Iron Men are sentient and intelligent robotic servants created by humans during the Dark Age of Technology. They can not only experience and respond to emotions and stimuli, but also have the ability to form complex thoughts and make rational judgments, and are therefore able to learn and self-upgrade.

But at a certain period, a large part of them betrayed humanity and set off a war that swept across the entire galaxy. The specific circumstances have been recorded unclearly. It is said that at the end of the rebellion, the Iron Men had gone completely crazy and even began to attack each other. Taking this opportunity, with the help of the friendly Iron Men and another race, the Eldar, they finally succeeded in suppressing the crisis caused by intelligent machines.

But the Iron Men were not exterminated with the failure of the rebellion. Very few of them survived to this day, a small number of which are still wandering in the galaxy, while most of them were sealed by the Mechanicus in the ancient pre-Imperial technology vaults.

And now, there is a being that looks like an iron man floating in the air in a way that they cannot understand.

One of the blue cans subconsciously reached for the big gun at his waist, but was held down by his companion next to him, who whispered, "Wait, let's take a look at the situation first."

Mecha Tian Zhen observed their actions with great interest, a slight smile on his face. He was curious about what these blue cans were planning to do. Would they attack him? Or would they choose something else?

One of the blue-canned men stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, and placed it on his helmet. With a creaking sound of air pressure being released, he removed the helmet and spoke to the being on top of it, using his own face. "Iron Man! I personally thank you very much for your help, but no matter what your purpose here, you are not welcome in the Human Empire."

Mecha Tian Zhen stared silently at the blue can before him, a strange curiosity welling up in his heart. The power armor they wore seemed to contain a mysterious "mind," though it only lingered vaguely, not forming a complete and closed circuit of consciousness.

Seeing him slowly taking off his helmet, the aura that was originally blocked by the helmet was now like a clear spring that broke free from its restraints, naturally and unreservedly displayed in the eyes of Mecha Tian Zhen.

At that moment, he seemed to have glimpsed a whole new world. The changes in balance brought about by assembly were truly novel to him as an immortal cultivator. In his previous understanding, this method of cleverly combining different parts to achieve a certain balance was mostly applied to mechanical puppets. But now it could appear on a living organism. For the mecha Tian Zhen, it was undoubtedly an unprecedented experience.

He knew very well that this kind of qi balance change formed by assembly was extremely difficult to achieve a smooth and perfect state on its own, just like those monks who were obsessed with taking pills all day long in order to improve their cultivation. Although they could temporarily gain some strength with the help of external forces, it was ultimately no match for what they gained through their own cultivation.

Mecha Tian Zhen listened carefully to Blue Can's story. Although he could not understand the language the other party was speaking, he could roughly understand what he wanted to express from the other party's expression and tone.

He first politely thanked the mecha Tian Zhen, mistakenly thinking that Tian Zhen's mecha was something and had the meaning of driving it away.

There are still ways to communicate. Mecha Tian Zhen discovered that although the system on their helmets is still binary programming, the thoughts gathered in it can speed up the processing of data. This kind of thought is only one step away from forming a closed loop and forming the existence of a soul.

Based on the changes in this thought, the mecha Tian Zhen, with the knowledge that his own mecha energy can carry, became the soul of this helmet and began to understand the language compiled by their binary system.

Except for the one who took off his helmet, the other three blue cans were wearing helmets. At this moment, dense and incomprehensible data lists kept popping up in their eyepieces.

"Don't eat the sour radish! It's the Iron Man heretic!" The three blue cans shouted, and they took out their grenade launchers at an extremely fast speed, aimed at the 'Iron Man' above, and pulled the trigger at the fastest speed in their lives.

Click~

It's over! Why did this damn machine spirit get upset at this very moment? The three of them couldn't help but angrily throw the garbage in their hands at the 'Iron Man' in mid-air.

"Stop, you three damn idiots! Why are you attacking?" Blue Can, who was not wearing a helmet, questioned the three brothers of the regiment behind him.

"Captain, it has invaded our helmet data. It's the enemy!" One of the three answered, and was ready to deal with the attack of 'Iron Man' at any time.

"Shut up, I advise you to read more literature in your spare time. Machine soul is like a virus to the Iron Men, how can it possibly invade? Our power armor was designed to deal with those hateful intelligences in the past." The blue can without a helmet roared loudly, his saliva spurting out, making a sizzling sound when it fell to the ground.

At this moment, their helmets emitted an emotionless, mechanical voice: "Actually, they are right about one thing. I did hack into their helmet data to facilitate my communication with you by acquiring your language. But you are wrong about one thing. I am not some iron robot as you say. I am a human from another world. I am inside this mecha. This is merely a form of cultivation."

The helmetless blue canned man knew more. A flash of red light flashed in his eyes. Seeing the figure surrounded by three bolters in mid-air, he reacted instantly and immediately pulled out his bolter and said, "Damn Chaos Demon, this must be another conspiracy of yours."