My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 109 Preparing for Operation!

The sturdy armor enveloped his robust body, and after a period of trial and error, Lin Ying mastered the method of activating the entire suit of armor.

The surrounding temperature suddenly rose, the gears turned, and steam gushed out of the heat dissipation holes, like the first battle cry of a steel warrior, and all the joints began to operate.

Lin Ying took a deep breath, and the ornaments on his armor began to tremble. A terrifying power gradually emerged. Chalasu stared intently at his grandson, his face full of admiration and anticipation. Even the sand badger, who had been arguing with Lin Ying all the way, widened its eyes excitedly, waiting for its brother's wonderful performance.

"Keep it up! Don't let me look down on you!"

Sweat streamed down his forehead, and his face gradually turned a liverish color. He tried his best to take a step, but he just stood there without making any progress.

Even though he had mastered the activation method, he still couldn't control this armor. Simon stroked his chin, pondering the reason. Lin Ying and that fanatic were about the same size, so why couldn't he even take a normal step? Could it be a matter of strength?

As the steam dissipated, the armor slowly opened, and Lin Ying stumbled and knelt on the ground.

"No, it feels like there's a rock pressing on my foot, I can't move an inch," he complained, wiping the sweat from his forehead and panting.

"let me!"

There's still plenty of time, so let her give it a try.

"Be careful, don't get locked inside," Lin Ying warned.

The sturdy armor covered the sand badger's body, and she was making faces at the forest eagle just a second before she put it on.

Steam spewed from the vents, and terrifying power was injected into the armored stomach. The joints of the stomach began to unlock, and the smile on the sand badger's face gradually froze. She took a deep breath and squeezed out a muffled roar from her throat. The gears kept turning, driven by her will.

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The ornaments on his body trembled as he took a heavy step in his armor!

To Simon's great surprise, Lin Ying, who had the advantage in strength, was unable to control the armor, while her sister successfully drove it.

"Well done!" Elder Chalasu exclaimed, delighted with his granddaughter.

"How did you do that?" Lin Ying's face was full of astonishment, followed by frustration and disappointment.

"I'm not quite sure either—"

The badger instinctively wanted to scratch its head, but unexpectedly it lifted the heavy mechanical arm, which was undoubtedly another huge breakthrough.

"I just want to do something, and I tell this armor a second in advance that I'm going to do something, and then the armor starts moving according to my command."

Lin Ying frowned, completely failing to understand what she was saying.

"Perhaps it's some kind of talent," Simon pondered, stroking his chin.

Simply put, it involves breaking down an action into several commands and then using your body to coordinate with the armor to complete them. It is impossible to control this armor by relying solely on your own strength; you must break down the actions and then use the internal core's power supply to complete this series of actions.

"Try walking more now, and try running after you're comfortable with walking," Simon suggested.

The sand badger was probably a natural-born armored warrior; she progressed very quickly, soon evolving from a slow run to a trot, leaving them astonished.

Lin Ying watched his younger sister running through the flower field in her steam armor, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

If she practices for a few more days, she might actually be able to draw that heavy sword and have a head-on confrontation with the other armored warriors.

Unfortunately, they had limited time and were heading to the liberation camp that evening.

The badger remained in place, and with the help of the others, it removed its armor and emerged from its thick stomach.

She was covered in sweat, as if she had just been to a sauna. Sweat dripped down her head, waist, and abdomen, soaking all her clothes.

"Let me briefly outline the tactics—"

Simon's idea was simple: make a commotion near the camp, but whatever he did, he had to get the fanatics' attention to the armor. Once they saw the armor, they would inevitably leave the camp, and then another squad would enter the camp to rescue all the remaining hostages.

"That's easy, just create the illusion that the armored warrior is fighting with others," the badger replied quickly.

"That's right, that's exactly it."

The armored warriors were ready, the tactics had been laid out for them, and all that was left was to wait.

Around noon, Simon arrived at the temporary camp with Charasu, the forest eagle, and the sand badger riding the armor.

Upon seeing the figure of the steam-armored stomach, the nun sitting beside the extinguished campfire coldly snatched the holy hammer.

Her reaction was incredibly quick; if Simon hadn't been in the lead, the heavy holy hammer might have smashed into the sand badger's head in the next second.

"Calm down, Sisi, it's our partner who's controlling this armor now," Simon immediately stopped her.

"Good afternoon, Sister."

The sand badger inside the armor smiled and raised its mechanical arm to wave at her.

The group rested in the camp, which had been improved by Piqué and Professor Loris, who were skilled in wilderness survival. Two wooden frames had been erected in the camp.

The taller wooden racks could be used to dry meat. He would cut the meat of the hunted animals into small pieces, hang them on the racks to dry, and then make jerky, which solved the food problem. Another wooden rack was used to make a filter with various leaves and plants, as well as jars and other containers, which could filter out clean water.

Professor Loris, leaning on his cane, approached the armor and reached out to touch its thick surface.

"I never expected you to know about neural coupling devices." He praised Simon highly, "Scholars from the Closed Library are truly learned."

Simon shook his head; the credit for unlocking the neural coupling device belonged to Brienne.

He couldn't help but glance at the birdcage on his backpack; Brienne was still asleep, as if she would never wake up again.

"Where's Klein?" Flannery asked Simon, concerned for their companion.

"I assigned him to the same squad as the cave raiders," Simon explained. "He's more familiar with the Friendly Camp and will be a great help in liberating it."

Of course, he also had his own ulterior motives. Klein could help him monitor the cave raiders and also help him find out the situation in the camp when it was liberated. What exactly Karl wanted to do and what exactly the things he had gone to so much trouble to move were still unknown to him.

The group rested in the camp, maintained their weapons, and recovered their strength. Before long, it was evening.

"Let's get ready to go." Simon stood up from the ground and pulled the harpoon out of the ground.

With the help of Charasu and the forest eagle, the sand badger entered the armor, and steam gushed out again.

Flannery cocked her twin pistols, and the nun shouldered the heavy holy hammer.

The nun looked at Simon, her eyes beneath her silver bangs filled with a gentle tenderness. She was about to step forward to do something, but then felt embarrassed in front of everyone, so she stood there with a tense expression.

Led by Simon, the squad headed toward the camp.

In this battle, they will rescue all the hostages.