I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1385 1389: I'm Numb

The continuous impacts made it difficult even for the ultimate combat weapon to make an effective counterattack. Although its surface only showed some scorched marks, it didn't suffer any substantial damage, and its internal machinery was almost unharmed.
But these were just Level One combat machines, merely cannon fodder for Zhang Menglong, who wasn't bothered at all. Given enough time, he could infect as many as needed.
However, it was different for others. They didn't share Zhang Menglong's ambitious goals; many just wanted to survive. If they could get their hands on one or two combat machines, life in the Nine-story Tower would become much easier.
If such precious items appeared at the previous Midworld trading places, countless Main Gods would compete to pay a high price for them, as they are lifesavers!
Yet, such valuable things were used by Zhang Menglong as disposable suicide weapons — could he be any more extravagant?
"Stop it, Ah Zu!"
"Second battalion, continue on!"
Zhang Menglong seized the opportunity and unleashed the first batch of Level Two combat machines toward the ultimate combat weapon. As soon as they got close, they immediately hugged its arm, head, or leg and then activated their self-destruction systems without hesitation.
The self-destruction of Level Two combat machines, in that instant, generated explosive power that almost surpassed even high-grade Main Gods. Even the ultimate combat weapon could not completely ignore this; although there were still no obvious wounds, parts of its structure showed varying degrees of looseness.
"Third team, charge!"
Over a hundred Level Three combat machines launched an assault forward, continuing the fearless suicide attacks. This time, the ultimate combat weapon was wounded for the first time!
"You two, go!" Zhang Menglong commanded the final two Level Four combat machines to charge.
One was severed at the legs by a light beam during its approach, but the other one successfully hugged it from behind. With just a slight exertion by the ultimate combat weapon, the Level Four combat machine's body was on the verge of being dismembered — that's the gap between peak Main God and a perfect life form.
However, this was not a typical attack method!
The self-destruction of Level Four combat machines is far more destructive than that of Level One to Level Three combat machines. It didn't have a large impact range; it used a small amount of energy to create an absolutely enclosed space within a 20-meter radius, and then self-destructed in that space.
The Level Four combat machine, whose legs had been severed earlier, took advantage of this moment to charge into the explosion space with its booster, and moments later, a second wave of energy erupted!
This immense energy, compressed into such a small area, had unimaginable destructive power. It was a measure once devised by this civilization to prevent malfunctions of such ultimate combat machines, and Zhang Menglong was the first to employ it.
"Gone, they're all gone!" Nazha and the others watched as the entire army of combat machines turned to fragments. The things they cherished dearly were being wantonly destroyed and trampled upon. Perhaps this is like a sycophant and love... sorry, getting off-topic...
"I don't believe that even such an explosion leaves you unscathed!" Zhang Menglong muttered to himself, staring at the explosion's center.
Sure enough, a series of black lightning arcs emerged from the ultimate combat weapon as it staggered out of the fog. Its body had numerous shattered parts, exposing the internal structure, and even one of its arms was partially blown off.
Nevertheless, its formidable self-recovery ability was visibly restoring the damage to its machine body.
However, in the short term, the combat power of the ultimate combat weapon had been significantly reduced, almost to the point of being half-paralyzed!
[Director, it's now!]
"Got it!" Zhang Menglong had been prepared, immediately rushing to the side of the ultimate combat weapon, while Gou Dan simultaneously emitted a powerful electromagnetic wave.
The camel weakened by starvation is still bigger than a horse; even half-paralyzed, the ultimate combat weapon was stronger than Zhang Menglong. It raised its fist, and just one punch could explode Zhang Menglong's head like a watermelon.
But before that, Gou Dan had already succeeded!
The fist stopped less than 10 centimeters from Zhang Menglong's forehead, the wind from the punch making his hairline seem to shift upward.
The ultimate combat weapon hesitated for a second, then knelt on one knee.
"Master!"
"Master!?" Nazha and the others in the distance nearly had their hearts leap out of their chests. In less than a second, he had actually gained control over this ultimate combat weapon!
That was an ultimate combat weapon, comparable to a perfect life form!
"Recover yourself first," Zhang Menglong commanded.
While the ultimate combat weapon was in standby mode, surrounded by many shattered pieces of ultimate combat weapons, it completed total self-repair in just a few minutes with these spare parts.
" the current status of combat weapons in the city."
"ing to Master, there are currently 26,741,282 intact Level One combat machines, 3,749,837 Level Two combat machines, 562,826 Level Three combat machines, 47,293 Level Four combat machines, and 27 ultimate combat machines!"
"What! That's a lot!" Zhang Menglong was excited by these numbers — isn't this way more thrilling than making money?
"I have a task for you. Start infecting all combat weapons in the city from today, with the 27 ultimate combat machines as the primary target!" 28 combat machines are enough to match a true perfect life form!
"Oh, and I should give you a name, how about Fak40!"
"As you command, my Master!"
The ultimate combat's body revealed a multitude of propellers, instantly diving into the city.
Zhang Menglong was not at all worried about Fak40 encountering any danger. It was just infection, not combat, and even in one night, Zhang Menglong was confident that there would be surprises.
"Let's just sleep here tonight," Zhang Menglong said, returning to Nazha and the others.
"Mr. Zhang, what did it go to do?" Nazha and the others asked.
"It's recruiting for me," Zhang Menglong laughed. "I implanted a virus with powerful infective ability in it, even ultimate combat machines can't resist."
"That's incredible!"
"Just wait," Zhang Menglong smiled, "by tomorrow morning, a stronger army of combat machines should appear before us."
...
Throughout the night, Zhang Menglong could hear the explosions and chaos resounding throughout the city. Clearly, Fak40 had already begun "recruiting" for him in the city.
Zhang Menglong simply put on a headset and switched to sleep mode.
...
"Mr. Zhang! Mr. Zhang!" The next day, Zhang Menglong hadn't slept enough when the excited voices of Nazha and others came from outside the space-collapsing tent.
"What's up, what's up? Can't a person sleep? Are you summoning a spirit?" Zhang Menglong's morning anger hadn't dissipated.
"Mr. Zhang, come out quickly and take a look!"
"What is it?" Zhang Menglong groggily poked his head out.
But at that moment, he admitted that he was stunned, too.
Beneath the cliff, in the vast plain in front of the city, several million combat machines were arranged in an incredibly neat formation, and the 28 ultimate combat machines hovering in mid-air were the most dazzling of all!
Fak40 had, in almost a single night, nearly completed the infection of all combat machines in the city!
"This... Mr. Zhang, I'm almost getting numb from watching all this!"
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