Limeng's figure darted back and forth rapidly between the smoke-filled battlefield and the hastily established field maintenance outpost. He was not the sharp edge charging at the very forefront, but rather the indispensable, precision gear that kept the entire operational system running.
Beside a communication repeater that was eroded by the Abyss's black mist and suffering from intermittent signals, he knelt on one knee, his movements so fast they were practically a blur. His fingers, stained with engine oil and dust, rapidly flicked across the complex rune interfaces to run diagnostics, his metal tool kit laid out beside him. A moment later, his gaze sharpened, and he swiftly retrieved a spare alloy-plated bolt from his tool pouch—one boasting extremely high resistance to Abyssal energy erosion. Replace, tighten, the sequence of actions flowed as one. The repeater's core runes flared back to life with a steady glow, and the harsh static in the communication channel vanished instantly.
At another makeshift maintenance outpost, a Favonius Knight anxiously handed over a Pan Yan rifle, its barrel scorching hot and its cooling fins clogged with viscous Abyssal sludge. Limeng took it, pulling out his portable improvised dredging tool without a moment's hesitation. He rapidly flushed out the gaps in the cooling fins using his carried cryogenic fluid, which contained an anti-corrosion additive made from Deeproot sap. Hissing white vapor surged upward, filling the air with a pung…
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