The setting sun dyed the sky blood-red. A fierce wind sent gravel rattling against the newly installed sentry turret.
Allen finished calibrating the equipment. After watching the Mining Golems bustling at their work for a while, he didn't linger at the mining site.
He left one mass-produced PX-1 and sixteen Spider Slayers to stand guard, issuing the command: "Abandon the mine and preserve the machines if you encounter overwhelming force." Then, taking the Crystal Shell Giant Scorpion's corpse and the first batch of refined black-vein iron ingots, he hurried back to the workshop.
"Jarvis, report on the Jumper production progress."
[Report: The first batch of 200 'Jumper' self-destruct Golems has been completed.]
Two hundred neat, square metal boxes were arranged in dense rows on the open ground. Their crude mechanical legs were curled up, making them resemble a troop of tin frogs awaiting inspection.
They looked crude, even a little comical.
