War Maidens Appear

"Forget it, let's talk about this kind of monumental work that changes the course of human history later."

Zhu Dijun flexed his wrist, and the bones made a crisp cracking sound.

"Now, I need to teach those short, ugly, and poor guys out there a lesson. I need to show them what real technological superiority means."

He turned his head and looked at Li Jiujiang, who was standing ready for battle.

"Jiujiang, hang in there."

Judy patted the bodyguard on the shoulder.

"My reinforcements will arrive soon."

Li Jiujiang turned around and glared at him. What kind of time is this to be joking? As a top-tier bodyguard trained by the military, Li Jiujiang had a clear understanding of the situation. All the passageways around the building were undoubtedly controlled by assassins, the municipal roads were completely blocked by traffic, and even fire trucks were honking their horns three blocks away. Where would reinforcements come from? Even if a helicopter broke through the window, the best outcome would be collecting their bodies.

But as a soldier, he was already prepared to die on the battlefield. It was truly frustrating that he couldn't protect his partner who was revealing the truth of history, and that he perished in the flames along with those unsolved mysteries.

"Stop joking."

Li Jiujiang loaded his gun and kept a close eye on the corner of the corridor. "You go back to the suite at the back. Find some bulletproof cover and hide. I'll hold them off here. Every second counts."

"I need to use the restroom. I can't hold it in any longer."

Zhu Dijun was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"You keep watch for me for ten minutes. After ten minutes, we'll push back out."

"hurry up!"

Li Jiujiang didn't care what he was doing and shouted without turning his head.

"The fire is coming towards us; we need to evacuate to the rooftop at any moment!"

Zhu Dijun turned around and plunged into the luxurious suite behind him.

The door was locked. The gunshots and the crackling of burning objects outside were partially blocked out. Judy looked around, her gaze settling on the toolbox used for repairing pipes in the corner of the room, and the several pieces of solid wood composite board that had been dismantled.

He opened his toolbox. Inside were only a fully charged electric drill, a rusty adjustable wrench, a Phillips screwdriver, and a bag of screws of various sizes. He rummaged through the room for a moment and poured a handful of colored glass marbles from a decorative vase.

Electric drill, wrench, wooden board, screw, glass marbles.

A pile of scrap metal.

Judy rolled up her sleeves and took a deep breath of the air, which smelled of burnt food. "Grey Wolf Template, Activate." Rather than trusting those scheming spies outside, who might be bought off by comprador groups at any moment, or those delicate women who might betray you at crucial moments, the craftsmanship passed down from our ancestors is far more reliable. Brother Cheng's lessons learned in real life, and Stephen Chow's reluctance to marry, all illustrate one truth—only what you build yourself is truly loyal.

"I'll use you guys to make a few wives to cover our expenses." Zhu Dijun picked up the electric drill, pressed the switch, and the drill bit spun wildly, emitting a piercing buzz.

Inside the suite. With the system's support, Zhu Dijun's hands transformed into the world's most sophisticated machine tools.

This is a completely unreasonable and dimensional reduction attack.

He picked up a wooden board and smashed it down with an adjustable wrench. The board, which should have shattered, instead emitted a metallic clang under the influence of some strange physical law, reforming into a high-strength aerospace-grade aluminum alloy frame. Screwdrivers danced between his fingers, each ordinary screw being screwed into the frame, instantly transforming into complex transmission bearings and hydraulic pipes.

The electric drill left a trail of afterimages in the air. Wires were pulled from the toolbox and wound into high-density energy transmission lines. The colored glass marble was forcibly fitted into the core, transforming into a miniature cold nuclear fusion reactor emitting a ghostly blue light.

Ten minutes. It only took ten minutes.

Zhu Dijun put down the scorching electric drill and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

In the suite’s spacious living room, five tall, imposing figures stood out prominently.

They possess the perfect curves of human women, yet their vital areas are covered by cold, mechanical armor. These are the [Mecha Girls] materialized from the system template. They lack the soft, cute loli figures; instead, they are all long-legged, voluptuous, and powerfully imbued with a murderous aura—mature, older-sister-type combat weapons.

Judy Jun examined his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Standing on the far left is the [20-Princess] (the J-20's incarnation), clad in dark silver stealth armor. Her long, straight legs are covered with canard-style aerodynamic leg armor, her chest features a cool, twin-engine vectoring air intake design, and she has short, neat silver hair and a disdainful gaze.

Beside them stand [36-hime] and [50-hime], exuding an overwhelming aura of heavy air superiority. Their thick shoulder armor blends perfectly with their streamlined torsos, and they wield massive ship-slaying swords—modified from wooden clothes hangers but now gleaming with plasma blades.

On the far right are the [22-Princess] and [35-Princess] (the American F-22 and F-35 incarnations) that he casually sculpted from scraps of leftover food. With blond hair and blue eyes, and equipped with extremely flamboyant weapon pods, they look ostentatious, but in their core underlying logic, Judy Jun has inscribed absolute obedience command codes.

Five mecha girls, long legs, towering armored chests, and cold faces. This is the ultimate romance for men, and also the ultimate reaper reaping lives.

"Girls."

Zhu Dijun grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table, took a sip, and pointed to the tightly closed explosion-proof glass window.

"Those people outside want to burn me alive. What should we do?"

Princess 20 stepped forward, her mechanical high heels clicking dully on the wooden floor. She made no further movements, raising her long, slender arm and bringing her fingertips together.

"Clear all obstacles. Defend the Commander."

A cold, mechanical female voice echoed in the room.

"very good."

Zhu Dijun turned to look at the night sky outside the window, shrouded in thick smoke. Flames were already visible on the facades of the buildings outside. He strode to the window and unlocked it. "Go. Choose your own time to enter the battlefield. Show the ancestors of all dynasties what modern-day dimensional reduction attacks are all about."

Without the slightest hesitation, the five figures moved. Princess 22 and Princess 35 struck first, shattering three layers of blast-proof glass with a single punch. A gust of wind, carrying sparks, swept into the room. The five mecha girls leaped into the air, plummeting from the top of the building, dozens of meters high. The miniature vector engines on their backs ignited mid-air, their eerie blue exhaust trails leaving five dazzling streaks of light before disappearing into the thick smoke.

outside the hallway.

Li Jiujiang had retreated to his limit. His pistol magazine was empty. Five meters ahead, a suicide soldier behind a gas mask was changing his assault rifle magazine, while another had drawn his tactical knife, ready for close-quarters combat in CQB. Fire raged behind them; there was nowhere left to retreat.

"Jun-ge! There's no way out!"

Li Jiujiang roared, drew his military dagger from his waist, and prepared for a final, desperate fight.

Suddenly, the ventilation ducts overhead emitted a metallic, strained sound as if they were being overloaded.

The special forces assassins were well-trained and instinctively raised their heads to aim their guns upwards.

late.

The alloy grille on the ceiling was violently ripped off by an overwhelming force. A dark silver figure plummeted down with a deafening sonic boom. 20-hime's long, heavily armored legs slammed into the shoulder of the assassin who was changing magazines, with the force of a battle axe splitting a mountain.

A sickening sound of bones shattering rang out. The heavily armored assassin didn't even have time to scream before he was smashed through the floor slab by the immense kinetic energy, sinking into the concrete and dying instantly.

Li Jiujiang stood frozen in place, his hand holding the military dagger suspended in mid-air.

What the hell is this thing?!

A muscular, armored, and incredibly hot female cyborg descends from the sky?

The remaining two assassins were terrified and blindly opened fire. The bullets struck 20's stealth armor, merely sending up sparks, leaving not even a scratch. 20 looked up, her emotionless mechanical eyes locking onto her target. She flashed, too fast for the naked eye to follow. A slap slammed into her. Her alloy palm struck the assassin's gas mask squarely. The bulletproof mask and skull deformed, and the assassin flew through the flames like a rag doll.

At the same time, the glass curtain wall on the exterior of the building shattered. Princess 36 and Princess 50 burst through the windows, their plasma ship-slaying swords cutting through the corridor like tofu, slicing the two machine gunners blocking the other end of the corridor in half, guns and all. The cuts were instantly carbonized by the ultra-high temperature, without a single drop of blood flowing out.

In the stairwell, Princess 22 and Princess 35, taking advantage of the firepower coverage of their American equipment, extended their miniature Vulcan cannons from their arms. The six-barreled cannons spun wildly, unleashing a storm of metal that blasted the enemy personnel attempting to provide support in the stairwell into unrecognizable piles of minced meat.

The entire battle lasted less than ten seconds. A seemingly hopeless situation was swiftly and decisively swept away by these five mechanical beauties that descended from the sky.

Li Jiujiang swallowed hard. Looking at the tall, voluptuous, and visually striking mecha girls standing atop the corpses, his worldview was utterly shattered.

The suite door opened. Judy Jun walked out slowly, one hand in his pocket, and kicked aside a fallen assault rifle at his feet.

"I already said that."

Zhu Dijun patted Li Jiujiang's stiff shoulder. "My reinforcements have arrived."

In parallel universes across dynasties, all the clamor, all the laughter, and all the worries are collectively silenced at this moment.

Fengtian Hall in the Hongwu reign of a parallel Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di stared wide-eyed at the five incredibly strong, invulnerable metal female generals in the sky. The ancients' understanding completely crumbled. They didn't understand aerodynamics or canard configurations, but they could comprehend the efficiency of their killing prowess.

"A deity... this is a divine general descended from heaven!"

Li Wenzhong gasped.

"If the Ming Dynasty had such a guardian goddess, who in this world could stand against her!"

At the end of a parallel universe in the Northern Song Dynasty

The short knife in Emperor Huizong's hand clattered to the ground. This creation, a fusion of beauty and violence, surpassed all his artistic imagination.

In a modern online livestream, the comprador trolls and academic big-name influencers who were initially stirring up trouble collectively crashed when faced with footage of mecha girls in combat decades ahead of modern technology. The comment section went completely blank for half a minute, before erupting into an ultimate frenzy capable of destroying the server.