Chapter 229: Brawling Emperor・Tyrannical Punisher

Learning he had a chance at parole, Sizar became extremely excited. No longer drifting lazily through his days, he began actively preparing for the future.

Over the next few days, Sizar crippled Milk about ten times each day. He repeatedly dragged Milk’s body into the Laboratory, stuffed fragments of the mech into his stomach, stitched him up, and hauled him back out. Dissatisfied with one Undead’s low efficiency, Sizar also dragged out the pilot corpse from the crab mech. He modified it into a malformed being with a belly bigger than a pregnant woman’s. Like cheating, it shuttled parts to the outside world.

In just three days, the hardworking Sizar dismantled a giant three meters tall, three meters wide, and three meters thick into a scattering of fragments. Miraculously, Milk and another temporary Zombie worker managed to hide every single piece inside their bodies. Bypassing the Laboratory’s security checks, they smuggled them into the real world.

Among the popular armor suits across the continent, aside from biological parasitic armor, there were generally three types.

The common Steam Armor could be used by ordinary people after minimal training. Like cars on Earth, it was widespread, affordable, simple to operate, and durable, offering many benefits. Its drawback was its low grade; it was only suitable for ordinary folks. It was usually issued to police officers, security guards, or special professions like demolition workers, miners, and construction workers… Equipped with a variety of weapons, however, it could still threaten Ability Users. On a large scale, hundreds of these suits wielding battle axes and Rocket Launchers could gang up on and defeat even a Harm Rank foe.

Beyond the common Steam type was the highly expensive and sophisticated Magic Armor. Powered by magic, its strength was immense. Some could even amplify an Ability User’s Talent. Unlike Steam Armor, which fully encased the wearer, Magic Armor varied greatly in size. The small versions were just a few components, like arm guards, leg guards, or belts. Large ones enveloped the body entirely like Steam Armor. The largest sizes resembled the small mecha of Royal Pineapple.

The last type was Royal Pineapple, powered by special energy.

After smashing the crab mech, Sizar handed all the parts to Old Man G. The football-sized spherical energy core was the most valuable part of the mech. Though a mass-produced item for the Royal Pineapple force, it held precious special energy, making it extremely valuable. This was a military-grade, oversized core with robust energy output, superior even to top-tier commercial models.

As Old Man G explained, this core was too large. Even after modification and shrinking, it wouldn’t fit into Sizar’s armor. It could only serve as the power source for his robot bodyguard. Sizar felt indifferent; as long as it stayed his, he didn’t care.

After significant effort, Old Man G transformed this energy core into four fist-sized square blocks. He also added a function to burn magic crystals, turning them into magical gear. The special energy within primarily enhanced intelligence. With sufficient quantities, machines could gain a soul. With such low levels, however, this core just granted machines low-level intelligence and allowed for some peculiar abilities.

Apart from this high-value energy core, Old Man G finished crafting Sizar’s customized Magic Armor. The materials from this military mech were top-grade, and combined with G’s personal craftsmanship, they created a top-tier suit running on magic.

Initially, Sizar imagined a full-body flying iron suit. As dashing as Iron Man, capable of casting spells; utterly awesome. Old Man G approved wholeheartedly.

But after the prototype was made and tested once, Sizar changed his mind. It wasn’t that G’s skill was lacking, but rather, that the youth felt the metal sheet was too thin, offering no sense of security.

He’d witnessed the crab mecha firsthand – unmoving as boulders against waves of Zombies. Thick metal plates, layered with defense fields, impervious to countless bombs. Their attacks were devastating blows, shattering rock as easily as play.

Now, looking at his armor – just a sheet of metal with a single layer of magical force field. It felt light and completely non-threatening. Defending against standard bullets and shells was fine, but against close-combat beasts like Huasheng or blade-adept martial artists, it would crumple or get pierced. While its advantages were speed and agility, Sizar realized he would be even faster and more agile without armor when using Martial Techniques.

After the test-fitting, under Sizar’s strong insistence, Old Man G thickened the Iron Man suit layer by layer and piled on one magical force field after another. The suit transformed from a normal human outline into a fierce, imposing miniature metal giant. The thin magical shield thickened into solid barriers like AT fields.

In the end, that nimble flying iron suit became a 2.3-meter-tall heavily armored metal knight.

In appearance, the armor was a standard humanoid form. Its top sported a pair of metal bull horns, mostly decorative but also useful for butting enemies. Below the horns was a bizarre metal helmet. Its eyes were large crimson fly-like compound lenses, expanding the visual range. Under the compound eyes sat a metal gas mask with an attached filter. The mouth was stylized into rows of interlocking fangs; opening it triggered a Magic Cannon blast.

Its thick arms and legs bore no extra features. Only its elbows and knees had curved spikes for slicing or impact. The spine featured rows of sharp spines, mainly cosmetic. At the back, a strange bulge offered extra defense and hid the Mana Battery within.

This armor stood massive, sturdy, and imposing – yet not clumsy, with perfectly proportioned features. Though some speed and agility faded, strength and defense multiplied. Its appearance radiated brutal artistry, exuding a terrifying cruelty to chill any soul. This was absolutely a supreme deadly weapon that could crush heads like eggs. Painted in black and red, it ascended into kingly demonic armament.

In Sizar’s view, the look was fierce but too flashy; he preferred stealthier tactics. Removing the showy horns and menacing spikes before repainting it an unobtrusive dung yellow for camouflage would achieve perfection!

As for thickness, Sizar couldn’t be more satisfied. Wearing it felt like crawling into a white dwarf metal coffin – immensely comforting! Even tossed into the Sun, one likely survived whole – safe, relaxing, and utterly reassuring!

Old Man G’s creations were always premium! Previous Iron Man suits featured impressive defenses already, but this youth judged by appearance, stubbornly unimpressed. Grudgingly, the old man added layer upon layer. The heavy armor now matched seven Iron Man suits stacked thickly – detachable to boot. Peel away the outer casings, and you found that swift-flying armor.

Every layer was a sheet of enchanted Magic Runes alloy, unmarked by magic circuitry. The suit retained only the basic systems: magic propulsion, Magic Cannon capabilities, and magical shield defenses. Later, Sizar could engrave any Magic Array desired onto these blanks to grant new powers.

Beyond unstoppable strength and invulnerable defense, the heavy armor offered Magic Cannon fire, magic defenses, and the dynamic vision amplified by special energy. It also came equipped with toxic gas filtration, inner air circulation, food/water supply functions… The one drawback was… inability to relieve oneself inside… of course! Diapers were technically doable, but defecating was trickier.

Once the armor, named “Brawling Emperor・Tyrannical Punisher,” was complete, the old man began crafting weapons from leftover scraps. Skilled in Martial Techniques, Sizar normally attacked barehanded, clueless about weapons.

Thus, Old Man G chose the simplest weapon types – a single, monstrous Spiked Club! Nothing to explain there – just clothe oneself in armor and swing wildly. Such vicious gear: grazed? Major injury. Hit? Dead.

Beyond the club, G also crafted a pair of Damascus scimitars for the youth, carried on his back. Called scimitars, they were truly monstrous weapons. Half-meter hilts met two-meter blades, one palm-span wide and axe-thick along the spine. Their razor edges gleamed coldly.

For the third cold weapon, G prepared a gigantic double-edged battle axe, a true dismembering tool. A chained grapple hung on the armor’s waist – suitable for tangling horses… or opponents.

Dubbed “Iron Knight,” the Tyrannical Punisher lacked any knightly shield. Being nigh invincible anyway, why bother? Moreover, G didn’t assign Sizar any mount – unless one found a dragon, anything ridden would likely perish.

After exhibiting cold weapons, G began showing firearms. Four items, all salvaged from crab mecha.

A specialized shoulder-mounted Rocket Launcher suited any warhead model – though special enhanced warheads required Black Market spending. A three-meter-long sniper cannon – similarly, fancy ammo needed sourcing. A heavy-tank connected flamethrower allegedly saw boosted effects with added fire magic crystal powder. Lastly sat Sizar’s favorite multi-barrel machine cannon – firing 3,000 rounds a second, a true close-combat killer!

After experiencing every weapon on the “Brawling Emperor・Tyrannical Punisher,” Sizar felt his blood boil with excitement, his spirit craving a head-on clash with the Great Demon King.

Proudly, Old Man G declared the Tyrannical Punisher’s defense and force had reached Harm Rank. Once armored, until the Mana Battery emptied, Sizar could threaten any Harm Rank Ability User – excluding those freakish Talented anomalies.

Hearing this, the youth couldn’t resist any longer. Fixing twin blades over his shoulders and hoisting his massive battle axe, he bellowed wildly as he charged toward Huasheng’s cell gate, determined to erase his past humiliation.