() Kozan hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and said, "Friend, slowly experience the storage of power armor, and then move lightly, let's go outside." ●⌒ The top point said, "

At this moment, the iron slag only felt that his body was fluttering, as if his power was endless, and it became uncontrollable. He had to move all at once, or he would break something. A few meters from the disc to the door, he walked for two minutes before he finished.

Half an hour later, the iron slag sweated profusely out of the castle and into a clearing. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, let out a low roar, and tried to take a big step forward. As a result, there was a muffled "bang", and the knot fell firmly on the ice.

"Damn!" He cursed as he got up. However, before he could stand firmly, his feet slipped again, and with a "bang", he fell backwards.

"Wow!" "Ding Ling" "What's going on! "Knock Rum" "Damn! "Bang Chang" "This is not scientific! "Knock knock"

In the hours that followed, there were shouts and the sound of metal hitting the ice......

After a while, he finally mastered the use of mechanical power armor, and quickly ran and jumped on the ice. The abundant strength flowed through his body, and no matter how he ran or jumped, he could not feel tired.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Kozan stood above the castle with his hands behind his back and stared at the slag running at a rapid pace. The eyes that pierced through the years flashed with relief and praise, ordinary people need to go through several weeks of training before they can gradually adapt to the increase in the strength of the power armor, and the young man in front of him will complete the adaptation in a few hours. He had seen such people before, and they seemed to be powerful warriors born for power armor. Perhaps, this young man is the one he has been waiting for......

At this moment, the iron slag in the rapid sprint suddenly bowed and bent his arms and kicked hard! Suddenly smashing the ice under his feet, and then "Boom! With a muffled sound, it jumped into the air like a cannonball! At the same time, the whirlpool-shaped airbag behind it rotated at high speed, and with the sound of "raging ......" airflow, blazing flames erupted! In an instant, the iron slag dressed in power armor turned into a meteor, dragging dark red flames into the sky.

Seeing the iron slag leaping into the air, Kozan on the castle suddenly changed color, immediately jumped off the city wall, and rushed over. Iron slag is just a beginner, if you are not stable when you walk, you will fly, if you are not careful, you will fall half to death, this ice surface is not a buffer!

“yeah！” Flying through the air, the iron slag let out a shout of excitement and flew higher ground!

At this moment, Kozan, who was located below, was terrified! I saw the iron slag fly to a height of hundreds of meters, and suddenly stagnated, as if losing power, and fell directly! Kozan was shocked and hurried after him. But this flesh and blood, how can it compare to the flight speed of the power armor.

Fifty meters above the ground...... Twenty meters ......

Seeing that the iron slag dozens of meters away was about to fall into pulp, Kozan's eyes were cracked, and he wanted to step on the void and teleport over!

At this moment, accompanied by an excited shout, at an instant ten meters above the ground, bright flames suddenly erupted from behind the power armor. Suddenly, a strong air flow rushed to the face, and I saw a beautiful dive of iron slag, and then the arc rose and flew up again.

Kozan exhaled heavily, looked at the young man who was soaring into the sky, shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked towards the castle. He didn't need to worry anymore......

Iron slag scurried around in the air, flying as fast as it could. But it didn't take long for the helmet glass cover to turn on a red light that ran out of fuel. He rolled over in the air, turned off the jets, and fell freely to the ground! At an instant of more than ten meters above the ground, he restarted the ejector. In an instant, the high-pressure air flow formed an air cushion, and coupled with the bending force of the knee at the moment of landing, he landed steadily on the ice.

Once on the ground, he kicked forward and sprinted towards the castle. When there were still more than a hundred meters away from the gate, the sound of deflating suddenly came from the power armor. At this moment, he felt like a thousand pounds on his body, and the weight of the entire set of armor was pressed up.

However, as a composite evolutionary, his strength is beyond ordinary people, and he quickly adapts to such a burden. The power armor on his body weighed about a hundred kilograms, and he could easily bear it, but his movements became a little slow.

Back in the assembly room, after a series of tedious operations, the robotic arm unloads the components one by one and reassembles them into their original shapes.

"How does it feel?" Kozan asked, smiling.

Iron Slag stepped off the disc and twisted his neck, "It feels very cool, but it's too cumbersome to wear." Thinking that Zhao Linglong had completed the fitting in a few seconds, he only felt that this mechanical power armor was too backward. It's troublesome to wear, it's very heavy, and it doesn't take long to run out of fuel, so it's no wonder that psionics can rise quickly.

Kozan analyzed that if Iron Slag wears this set of power armor, he will at least have the combat power of the primary diamond. Iron Slag shook his head, the fuel could only last for about twenty minutes, plus the trouble of dressing, it is estimated that the fuel will run out before the fight starts. Kozan, the iron slag is not skilled now, and the fuel will be consumed so quickly. Under normal circumstances, the mechanical power armor is not activated after the assembly is completed, and it is worn as ordinary armor, and the power device is burned before the start of the war. In addition, the cost of flying is five to six times that of running, and most of the time jets are not used to fly, but to assist jumps.

Iron Slag asked why the fuel was so backward, he listened to the Yincheng Tangible Nuclear Furnace technology, if it is used in mechanical power armor, the energy will be endless. Kozan waved his hand, the nucleon furnace is a new technology, which has only come out in recent decades. And the volume is too large to be mounted on a power mech, only on a mecha or vehicle. In addition, the nuclear furnace of his listening type requires a material casting reactor called "super-density alloy", which is smelted from three extremely precious metals, black iron, gold essence, and mythril, in a certain proportion, and the cost is extremely expensive, and it is not suitable for mass production at all.

Iron Slag asked what the cost was, Kozan didn't know the specifics, but he had heard the messenger mention that the rare metals needed for the reactor could make more than twenty second-generation psionic power armors, and even if there were, it would be a sky-high price.

Hearing this method, the iron slag was a little dumbfounded, thinking that the narcissus doctor had asked him to inquire about such a thing, and it could be installed on a red comet, which was simply a fool's dream. The materials alone are already sky-high, not to mention that they still pick up garbage......

At this time, the iron slag remembered that this old man seemed to have a lot of good things, and he could ask for a few. So he took out his machete and asked if there was a better weapon than this. This knife often cuts out the chips and has to be resharpened every once in a while, which is cumbersome. Originally, this was made for him by the old cow, but when he was in Tieshan Town, he let the old cow grind when he cut it down. Now that the old cow is no longer around, this machete is not very easy to use.

Kozan took the machete and flipped it, and after thinking for a moment, there was a similar weapon, and let the iron slag follow. Then, the two entered Valhalla one after the other. After walking in the darkness for a while, Kozan approached the remains of the power armor by the wall, raised the candle and looked at it one by one.

"Here it is." Kozan stopped suddenly.

Following Kozan's gaze, there stood a rusty mechanical power armor by the wall. In the dim candlelight, it looks more and more old and old. I saw it standing with its head held high, its hands in front of it, and naturally resting on the hilt of a heavy sword. The blade of the sword plunged straight into the stone slab on the ground, making it thick and sharp.

Kozan knelt down on one knee in front of Power Armor, put the candle on the ground, folded his hands, bowed reverently, and said, "Heroic Spirit, your sword is given to the descendant Iron Slag Norses, who will bear your sword and bear your will." ”

Then, Kozan stood up and said solemnly: "Iron Slag Norses, please unearth the sword." ”

Iron Slag immediately stepped forward and gently moved the power armor's hands away. There was a slight grinding sound, and the rust on the power armor slid off. Immediately after, he clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised it vigorously, "Qiang! With a thud, he drew his sword.

It was a single-edged straight sword, as one-sided as his straight machete, with a thick blade. Hold it up and look closely, there are two ancient characters written on the top of the hilt: "Fengyao"

Then the iron slag walked to the middle of the passage, jumped forward suddenly, and slashed out with a sword!

"Brush brush brush ......" He swung a dozen swords in a row, and he felt very handy, both in shape and weight, similar to the previous straight machete.

After trying on the sword, Iron Slag returned to Kozan's side, stared at Power Armor, and asked, "What's his name?" I want to thank him. ”

"You don't need to thank him." Kozan said.

"Why?" Iron Slag looked at the old man with a puzzled expression.

"Because he is Nohae Norseth, you have the right to inherit his sword." Kozan held up the candle and said.

Iron Slag turned his head to look at the power armor, looking thoughtful, and didn't say anything more for a long time. He knew that Kozan had another unspoken word: "You have the right to inherit his sword, and you are also obligated to inherit his legacy, so you don't need to be thankful." ”

Although he came here and knew his background, he never thought that he had too much to do with this glorious temple. He came here only to learn the skills he relied on to survive, not to inherit those illusory things. He's just a character, a kid who grew up picking up garbage in Iron Mountain, he just wants to live a good life, and he doesn't have much feeling for those old grievances.

It wasn't until he returned to the kitchen, where he sat down at the log table, that he came to his senses. I went to the pantry and got a new towel, washed it with warm water, then placed the sword on the table and wiped it carefully.

Even after a long period of time, the sword is still extremely sharp, and the slightest carelessness when wiping it can cut the towel.

On this sword, he seemed to hear the resonance of blood. Their preferred weapons are so similar.

While Kozan was cooking dinner, he sued him. The genealogy of Norses details that the sword was forged from a shipwreck in a certain plane. The technology of that spaceship was thousands of years ahead of humanity. After it was shipped back, it was quickly divided among the major forces. Tong Guò researched the remaining technology in the spaceship, and only then did he have the current psionic transformation device (psionic weapon, the core device of psionic power armor). Scientists speculate that the spaceship must have come from some advanced civilization.

Later, the Psionic Alliance collected most of the ship's parts, reassembled them, and named them "Eden", which was placed in the public museum of the Eternal City (Silver City 1).

Kozan also mentions that three swords were forged from the materials removed from the Norses family spaceship, namely "Radiance", "Bright Fang", and "Blade", "Glory" was lost after the final battle, and "Light Fang" was taken away by the ancestor of Iron Slag, One-Eyed Norseth.