NGNL: Can't humans do that

"Isn't there still that magic? It's the magic that saved me in the submarine before," Su'er gestured to Think.

"Ah, that, it's better not to use that kind of magic with a constant effect," Think simply rejected Su'er suggestion, "Although most of the moles have been attracted to the lower level, it's not the time to relax your vigilance. The upper level is the moles' weapons factory... Mr. Monkey can protest, which means he has rested enough, right? So we should continue to set off?"

"Hey? Ah! No, I--Um!"

With a muffled groan, someone's subconscious scream was forcibly suppressed, and he didn't even dare to open his mouth. Su'er was afraid that he would accidentally bite off his tongue. He felt as if he was a sack clamped by Think, and even his bones were about to be shaken apart.

Just symbolically asking Su'er, Think didn't need to hear the answer at all, and didn't even care about the gender barrier. She just carried Su'er and walked quickly on the iron road of the Dwarf while ensuring safety... It was normal. I really didn't hear of anyone hugging a stone to get horny, except when drunk.

It must be said that the Elf holding hostages at the bottom dragged for a long time, and the Dwarf felt a bit afraid of the consequences.

Not long after, Think brought Su'er to the huge robot again, even much closer than the last time the two came.

Stumbling and falling, Su'er staggered to the edge of this platform and grasped the ground to prevent himself from accidentally falling. These Dwarf usually fly in this space, and there is basically no place for him to land.

"Mr. Monkey, why don't you take a closer look at the moles' spiritual outfits? They looked very excited when they saw them before," Think voice came from the side. This high-tech Sen Elf was already carefully examining the spell engraved on the inactivated essence.

"... Consider the retreat first," Su'er opened his eyes wide and was still a little dizzy, and kept observing the Suroundings, "Over there should be the submarines that have been manufactured but not yet put into use."

Su'er pointed at the steel fleets in the distance that obviously needed Think to fly with him. They should be the new flying ships that have been manufactured. In addition to a submarine that obviously seemed to be in the assembly state, there were several submarines fixed next to the flying ship, seemingly waiting for the final loading.

That was the escape route for the two people.

Yes, in this city, in addition to the lowest port with submarines that can allow people to escape, the only place with submarines is the Central Industrial Zone, which is dedicated to manufacturing war weapons.

What Barter said was right. Someone was indeed acting as cannon fodder.

"I'm not lying, am I?" As if sensing some of Su'er thoughts, Think turned her head and said, "I did teach him how to activate the submarine with the elf technique."

Without answering, Su'er also looked up and observed the great creation close at hand. The luster of the metal and the sharp lines created a majestic momentum. The closer you look, the more you will be attracted by the beauty of this steel.

Su'er wanted to touch it up close, but unfortunately he couldn't touch it at all because he couldn't fly.

And he, who knew nothing about Elf, couldn't get anything from these dense techniques like Think did. Although it was a giant robot that would excite you just by looking at it, it only had shoulders and a head. The rest of the robot was just a rough frame. It was a bit boring to look at it for a long time.

Just by turning around a little, you can clearly see the burning pillar of fire that reaches the sky and the earth. Even though the riots in the lower areas are constantly expanding and the entire city of the Dwarf has been mobilized, this God has not made any move, as if it has not discovered anything and has not noticed anything.

But this is obviously impossible.

The God acquiesced to all this, as if the riots and deaths around him did not happen to his closest creations.

"Why didn't the God of Forging stop us?", Su'er asked curiously.

However, Think, who had already fallen into her own world, did not hear it at all, until Su'er repeatedly called her a few times before she reluctantly responded.

"Who knows what those guys are thinking?", Think answered impatiently, and even felt that it was a waste to give a look to the God's Furnace on the other side, "Affected by their own concepts, the way of thinking and behavior of the Gods has never been understood by people other than them. They just need to abide by the rules of their own world."

"They are fighting for the throne of the only God for no reason. I don't understand what they are talking about at all...", Think seemed to be a little excited, and obviously substituted someone who was not here to curse, "If you want to sit on the throne of the only God, just sit there. If you can't sit on it, sit on the toilet!"

"..."

Su'er didn't dare to answer the real words this time. There is no doubt that every sentence of Think emotional output from the Heart is directed to a certain God - the God's Chosen is also easy to guess, and it can only be the God of Forest of the Elf.

He looked at Think tremblingly, and then looked at the divine furnace on the other side tremblingly. Su'er was really afraid that the pillar of fire over there would suddenly transform into a burning flame giant, shouting that the flame would purify everything and then smash it with a hammer.

The Dwarf, who were fighting fiercely in this war, undoubtedly wanted their creator to be promoted to the only god, or to be more straightforward, this was simply an order from the God of Forging.

Think audacious curse directly included the God of Forging.

He held his breath and watched quietly, ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds-nothing happened.

'Is the God of Forging so good-tempered? ! ', Su'er was a little stunned.

Probably he also knew a little bit of measure... Maybe, Think quickly shut up and concentrated on checking this huge Spirit Arms, and even used magic to send himself over, recording the spells that he couldn't see just now due to the limited angle.

For a while, Su'er was the only one left on this small platform.

Nervous and bored, he could hear explosions coming from below the city, but after the sound was transmitted through so many layers, it had become a faint muffled sound like firecrackers being set off outside closed doors and windows.