Chapter 1000: Section 647: Eastern Observations (Part 3)_2
The Elf ambassador crossed his arms and nodded with a smile: "That’s right, I thought the same as you. I even considered that the day Sir Malin mentioned would come soon... but now I’m starting to think that my concept of ’soon’ is the Elves’ version of ’soon,’ while Sir Malin’s ’soon’ aligns with humans’ sense of time."
"Hahaha." The Dwarf burst out laughing and slapped his own leg: "Did you finally realize that your ’soon’ is different from ours?"
"Indeed... My dear friend, you’d better achieve Legendary status sooner rather than later. That way, the two Great Craftsmen can collaborate for a very long time, creating more and finer equipment for Sir Malin and this world, so that Chaos will suffer greatly." Just as the Elf ambassador said this, he suddenly felt vibrations coming from the ground.
"What’s happening?" He looked around but didn’t see any signs of a Half-human maintenance team, nor did it seem like Sir Malin had planned to activate Mecha Seven. "Wait a minute, my dear friend, am I seeing things? Mecha Seven seems to be moving?"
"...Indeed, damn it! It’s moving! What’s going on... Hold up, there’s a messenger coming." The Dwarf Great Craftsman stretched out his hand to catch the message tossed over by the messenger. Upon unfolding it, he found it was sent by Malin. "Sir Malin summoned Mecha Seven over in the Eastern Kingdom. Wait a second—how is he able to summon the mecha? It hasn’t even been equipped with the so-called Machine Soul!"
Just as the Dwarf Great Craftsman finished his sentence, both he and his Elf friend noticed the viewfinder perched atop Mecha Seven’s head turning toward them.
Before the two of them could react, it accelerated and rushed through the activated teleportation portal.
"It really has gone to the Eastern Kingdom! Damn it, I can’t directly establish a teleportation gateway. Sir Malin is too powerful," the Elf ambassador complained. "He must have encountered formidable Chaos over there."
"Or perhaps there are simply too many of them to fend off all at once," the Dwarf Great Craftsman speculated, then sighed with sorrow — so many enemies, yet his hammer and his men couldn’t be there to join the fray.
"What exactly has Sir Malin run into?" Sensing the forces of the Spell Formation and the teleportation portal, the Half-human Great Craftsman hurriedly arrived at the scene.
"Did your people get summoned?" Both the Dwarf Great Craftsman and the Elf ambassador asked in unison.