As the last stronghold of the Entropy Machina, its firepower deployment and the combat robots it retained were far more formidable than those of other outposts.
One could even see colossal mechanical giants here, but they were only large. Rappa kicked one through the chest.
Honestly, seeing that the difference between this stronghold and the other outposts was only this much, Bai Luan also felt that he had worried too much before.
Although the firepower here did not threaten them, they were not the only three people attacking this place.
Outside the stronghold, the sounds of two units engaging in fierce combat could be heard.
What surprised Bai Luan even more was that all the combat machines in the entire stronghold were under human control.
And in this stronghold, besides them, there was only one organic life form's signal.
In other words, one person was controlling his robot army and fighting against their group of people.
However, because of this, he also exposed his position.
Bai Luan quickly pinpointed his location.
To be able to control so many machines by himself, this person must be the leader of the Entropy Machina.
Is one person an army?
With such ability, why choose the evil path?
Bai Luan shared the Entropy Machina leader's coordinates with Boothill and Rappa. They quickly met in this stronghold and moved together towards the coordinates.
Soon, Bai Luan led Rappa and Boothill to the room where the Entropy Machina leader was located.
Boothill kicked open the door and entered this room, which resembled a command center.
In the spacious room, only one person sat at the long conference table.
Even with someone intruding into the room, he didn't care at all. Data streams constantly flashed in his eyes.
Ordinary people couldn't tell what he was doing, but Bai Luan saw at a glance that the man in front of him was sending out commands in real-time at an astonishing speed, directing the mechanical army to fight against the forces besieging the Entropy Machina.
Bai Luan casually cut off his signal.
The moment the signal was interrupted, the man in front of him paused, then looked at Bai Luan.
Even with Boothill pointing a pistol at him, he showed no sign of panic.
He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled as he looked at Bai Luan and the others.
"Boothill, Rappa, Bai Luan, you arrived much faster than I expected."
"Cut the crap. It won't even take a second for me to kill you with one shot. Tell me honestly, where is the prototype developed by Graeme?"
"That old man is still alive... But then again, someone who didn't die after being shot four times in the head, he's the only one I've ever met in my life."
Boothill didn't waste words and shot him directly in the shoulder.
"I'm asking you a question! Where is the prototype?"
The bullet pierced his arm, and blood gradually soaked his clothes.
He glanced at the wound indifferently and said with a smile:
"The prototype is in this stronghold, and his daughter is inside that prototype. Answer a few of my questions, and I'll tell you where it is."
"You still think you're in a position to negotiate with me?"
Boothill took a few more steps closer and pressed his revolver directly against his forehead.
"Tell me, dammit! Where did you put his daughter!"
"Don't be so fierce. You can still find it if you kill me, but it will take a lot more time, won't it?"
Boothill clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, grabbed his hand, fired a shot, and blew off one of his fingers.
"One sentence, one finger. Anyway, I have plenty of bullets, I don't lack these few rounds. Speak."
"My name is Delmont."
"Who the hell cares."
Boothill inflicted mental damage while firing a second shot, blowing off another of his fingers, inflicting physical damage.
Then Delmont, ignoring his missing fingers, looked at the three and asked:
"I just want to ask, why do you care about this? This matter has nothing to do with you."
The three remained silent, apparently none of them wanted to bother with him.
Seeing this, Delmont raised his hand, missing two fingers:
"Hey, hey, don't not answer. I lost two fingers, you know, it hurts quite a bit."
The moment Delmont spoke, Boothill fired again, taking off a third finger.
"I'm helping Graeme because I was once a father too."
Rappa also replied simply:
"It is the way of the ninja."
Bai Luan, too lazy to think of a reason, said:
"I'm too lazy to say, you're not worthy to hear."
Boothill glanced at Bai Luan and decided that next time he encountered such a 'cute little thing' that couldn't be killed immediately for some reason, he would say the same thing.
Delmont smiled at the words. Although his hand was gushing blood, he showed no trace of panic.
"I have always believed in the law of the jungle. Being forced to this extent by you precisely proves that my theory is correct.
My life is like an ant in your eyes, just like those ants I casually crushed. In this world, indeed, whoever has the biggest fist is right."
Two gunshots rang out in the room. Clearly, Boothill wasn't so rigid; he automatically calculated the number of fingers he would have to pay based on the length of the sentence.
"My patience is also limited. Even if you have ten fingers, it doesn't mean you have ten opportunities to speak."
"Then I won't waste any more words. This stronghold has a massive amount of bombs buried beneath it. Originally, I intended to use them to deter all forces in this world and achieve domination. Now they're being used on you.
Once these bombs explode, they will destroy the entire planet's ecosystem. The entire planet will fall silent, and civilization will perish.
And I've been talking until now not to reveal my life creed like a villain in an old movie; I know that's useless. I'm just stalling for time."
Delmont looked at Bai Luan with a hint of triumph:
"You didn't notice at all, did you? After all, I used all the other strongholds to buy time, barely completing this project. Isn't it spectacular?"
Bai Luan was indeed a little surprised. He had expected the opponent to have a trump card, but he didn't expect him to drag the entire planet down with him.
He calmly began to search for the bombs, while also preparing to stall for time.
"You want to use these bombs to negotiate for a chance to live?"
"Live? Ha, haha! No, no, my friend, you're so humorous..."
Delmont laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Being forced to this point by you only proves one thing... I am, after all, just a bigger ant."
Delmont straightened his clothes, regaining his composure.
"If I die, I die. It doesn't matter. I just want to drag more people down with me. Though ants are lowly, when their numbers grow, it's quite spectacular.
What's more, whether it's you or them, if I'm lucky enough to take one with me, then I've made a profit."
Bai Luan found the location of the bombs.
Actually, it wasn't hard to find; they were buried under this stronghold. The entire underground of the stronghold was filled with bombs.
These bombs... were not simple. They contained the power of Destruction, and there were many of them.
These bombs, taken individually, had limited power, but the problem was that this Delmont, he buried so many of them!
A staggering twenty million!
This number, detonated simultaneously, would be enough to cause devastating damage to the planet's ecosystem.
He needed to find a way to disable all bombs simultaneously... Just as Bai Luan was about to dismantle the bombs, Delmont showed a slight smile:
"Time until explosion: 3, 2..."
Alright, alright, you're giving me an instant explosion, huh?
You beast! Do you recognize this item!?
Delmont suddenly saw Bai Luan pull out a pocket watch.
The moment Bai Luan pressed the pocket watch, seven markers appeared on it, and then the second hand appeared, starting to rewind from the initial marker.
As the markers rewound, everything around Bai Luan began to reverse.
Thirteen seconds. He had a total of thirteen seconds of action time to prevent the bombs from exploding.
Hmm, that's quite a lot of time.
The moment time reversal ended, Bai Luan entered the Little Black Room. In the replicated terrain of the Little Black Room, he dug out an individual bomb, then disassembled it, studied its internal structure, and determined the method to dismantle the bombs.
Finding a way to disable the bombs was not difficult; the problem was how to disable all of them simultaneously.
Ark, It seems I'll be fighting alongside you again.
Bai Luan spent a little time in the Little Black Room, recording the coordinates of all the bombs.
Then, he emerged from the Little Black Room.
"This stronghold has a massive amount of..."
Rappa and Boothill simultaneously turned to look at Bai Luan, and both showed a puzzled expression.
When did he get to that position?
Bai Luan glanced at Delmont.
Although I don't know how you did it, you really buried a lot, kid.
He slowly raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Delmont.
The coordinates of the core components of over twenty million bombs were all transmitted to Ark the moment Bai Luan emerged from the Little Black Room.
And Ark, within one second, used its computing power to melt down the core components of those twenty million bombs.
"The bombs... huh?"
Delmont, who had just finished his lines, discovered that all the bombs had gone offline, not a single one missed.
All of them dismantled in an instant?
Delmont looked at Bai Luan, unable to help but marvel and applaud.
"Is this what a genius is?
Truly impressive. The gift I painstakingly prepared was broken by you in just a few seconds. I really want to know how you did it..."
There was no discouragement on Delmont's face about his plan failing, only pure curiosity.
"Did you see through my trick from the beginning and waited for me to finish this clown show, or... do you have some wondrous item that reverses time?"
Bai Luan smiled at the words:
"Want to know?"
"Please tell."
"I won't tell you, clown."
Delmont froze, then chuckled softly:
"Then goodbye, genius."
The chip in Delmont's brain began to burn his brain. In his dying moments, he said his last words with a smile:
"It's not shameful to die by your hand."
Bai Luan looked at him, first disabling the chip in his brain, then using the power of abundance to heal his somewhat cooked brain.
"You don't have the right to choose your method of death."
Delmont paused slightly, then shrugged helplessly. He truly had no more tricks up his sleeve.
"That's how ants are."
A rush of footsteps approached, and Graeme's figure burst into the room.
His gaze instantly locked onto Delmont.
Delmont looked at Graeme and greeted him with a smile:
"Long time no see, Graeme. I should have fired a fifth shot at your head back then."
"You motherfucker..."
Graeme's face turned ashen. He lunged forward, landing a heavy punch squarely on Delmont's face, knocking him to the ground.
Graeme grabbed Delmont by the collar, forcefully pulling him up from the ground, and roared:
"Where's my daughter!!!"