69novels Chapter 109 Alchemy Cannon
Chapter 109 Alchemy Cannon
Chapter 109 Alchemy Cannon
The work of accepting refugees is proceeding in an orderly manner.
The already spacious Frost Tomb was expanded, and its space was large enough to accommodate more than 500 people, with even some extra space.
If the even larger sacred domain is included, the population it can support is even greater.
A larger population leads to greater consumption, most notably clothing and food.
For the former, the amount stored within the demiplane was insufficient, so Mordy proposed another solution from the transcendental level.
In the North, clothing exists primarily for warmth.
Meanwhile, in the Frost family's resettlement area, the demon wizards had already set up a constant-temperature barrier.
The temperature here is pleasant; even wearing just a thin shirt, you won't feel cold at all.
This saved a lot of clothes.
"But this is not a long-term solution. We can only ask the flesh weavers to work overtime. Hopefully, they won't mind clothes made of flesh and blood. The raw materials will arrive soon."
Within the demiplane, Mordy removed some of the pipes connecting to the Stained Grail and replaced them with other new pipes.
These pipes connect to the River Styx, where the Holy Grail's tainted blood is gradually purified.
Purified Holy Grail Blood can be used to accelerate crop growth.
He was not Artoria after all, and did not have her authority. Even with the aid of the Stained Grail to assist in casting the spell, he could only barely keep those five hundred people from starving to death.
I remember among that group of people in Baihe Town, there was a sorcerer's apprentice who possessed a magic ability to ripen crops, supposedly passed down from his teacher.
It's hard to say how capable that apprentice's teacher was, but the series of planting spells he developed alone were enough to earn his respect.
Over the many years of the Third Age, the group of mages has made remarkable achievements in areas such as combat and prophecy, but few have paid attention to matters concerning people's livelihoods.
Even the weakest superhuman mage can help a small town solve its most basic problem of food and clothing for its residents.
However, very few people do this.
In Itnity, magic represented the most advanced form of productivity, but since the ancient civilization of the Second Age disappeared, its successors have stopped developing in this direction.
Modi pondered that he could focus on training that apprentice, and if he could achieve some results, he would give him a leadership position.
In the Shuang family resettlement area, this former underground cemetery is no longer gloomy.
The shimmering flames burned silently in the central magical hub, formless and emitting little heat, yet they effectively illuminated the entire underground space.
The refugees who had poured in from Yaguanling lined up to receive their bowls of rice porridge from the villagers of the former Baihe Town who volunteered to help.
As true Northerners, they had never eaten anything like this before, but that didn't stop them from devouring it.
For refugees who have been wandering for many days, they can eat with relish as long as there is food.
Even if this bowl of porridge is bland and tasteless, and there isn't much rice, it can barely sustain one's basic needs.
Hunger is the best seasoning.
"Brother Gale, who exactly is this Frost Tomb Lord you're talking about?"
The middle-aged man held an empty bowl, licked the last grain of rice, and his complexion seemed much better than before.
Gail pondered for a moment and said:
"Mormontis the Dragon Slayer, the lord of Frosthill, a true warrior."
"Mormontis the Dragon Slayer? I've heard of him."
The middle-aged man stood up, suddenly realizing what had happened.
"Before Ravencrest fell, a squad of extraordinary individuals took the initiative to hold off the pursuers and cover our retreat. We heard this name from the squad leader."
Admiration appeared on his face. "So that dragon hunter is the lord of this place. He is indeed as you said."
Being able to extend a helping hand to so many refugees, providing not only shelter but also food, already surpasses most lords.
"By the way, how come that lord has so much food?"
Amounts of food to feed more than 500 people are no small sum, as the middle-aged man who had managed the territory's provisions knew.
Gail shook her head. "I don't know either."
He wanted to continue the conversation, but out of the corner of his eye he spotted a group of soldiers rushing outside.
Gail frowned, then saw the former residents of Baihe Town, who had already moved outside, rushing back inside.
"What happened?"
Among the crowd, some spies from the Dragon Worship Cult suddenly raised their heads, their eyes flashing with an unreadable meaning.
They sprang into action, moving through the crowds, avoiding the soldiers' sight, and stealthily making their way to various parts of Frost Tomb, searching for magical nodes.
In the Frost Tomb Sanctuary, the officials sat upright, staring intently at a screen in front of them.
On the screen projected by the ether, a massive, dark army was marching toward Frost Tomb.
Based on the data collected by the Eye of Winter, the Styx Law has calculated the approximate number of people in this army.
"About ten thousand people, and based on the ripples spreading across the etheric plane, there are quite a few extraordinary individuals among them."
Modi pointed to the banner of the Dragon Worship Cult in the picture, which was embroidered with a red dragon.
"This is the Dragon Worship Cult army under the demonic red dragon Fianna. She is the only dragon who would associate with the Dragon Worship Cult."
Other dragons either treat the Dragon Worship Cult as a tool, summoning it at will and dismissing it at will, or they simply ignore them completely.
"How strong is she?" Elena frowned slightly.
"At least five seals, but she's definitely not the only dragon to attack."
Modi can easily control a red dragon with five seals, but with her allies, it's a different story.
"Not counting the dragons, the enemy has 10,000 men, while we only have 5,000 available troops. It would be a bad idea to launch an attack rashly."
Having received instructions to speak, Bazett offered his opinion, which was also agreed upon by the other demon executives.
"Therefore I ask you to remain at Winter's Throat and hold your position."
Modi then pulled out another projection, a three-dimensional image of the Throat of Winter.
Five of the locations are marked in red.
Upon zooming in, it can be seen that each point has been hollowed out, and three cannons are placed in each location.
Elena stared wide-eyed at Mordy.
"When did you make all this stuff?"
"Some time ago, when you were digesting the Holy Grail Blood, unfortunately, due to time constraints, you only managed to complete fifteen alchemical cannons."
Modi looked slightly disappointed.
Two years earlier, he had attempted to replicate some technologies through alchemy and magic.
The alchemical cannon was one of the results.
Other achievements from the same period include the Dragon's Breath cannon shell.
"With these added, can you hold Winter's Throat?" He looked at the group of demon officers.
Their last trace of worry vanished, and they nodded firmly.
"No enemy will set foot here before we fall," Bazett solemnly assured.
They can handle those 10,000 enemy soldiers.
But the attacking dragons were no match for them.
"Elena, those dragons are ours to kill."
Elena gripped the hilt of the Dragon Eater sword and nodded seriously.
After being strengthened by the Holy Grail's blood and drinking the blood of the Red Dragon, she is no longer the same as before.
Even if the Five-Seal Dragon were to attack, she would surely be able to defeat it decisively.
Glancing at the red mark on someone's neck, where the outline of lips was faintly visible, Elena's face, hidden under her hood, turned bright red with embarrassment.
If this were in the world of anime, she'd probably be steaming from her head.
Why did I suddenly make this suggestion when we were drinking dragon blood? We're not vampires...
To be fair, the blood of the red dragon tasted really good.
She couldn't help but lick her lips and look at Mordy's lips.
Modi felt a little uneasy under the stare and quickly patted his clothes and stood up.
The cadres also rushed to their respective posts to prepare for the battle.
After the last group of townspeople entered through the main gate of Frost Tomb, the town was taken over by demon soldiers.
The corpse-exploding insects buried themselves in the soil, leaving only a small part of their backs exposed.
If an enemy steps on it, it will cause a corpse to explode.
At the alchemical artillery position, demons and White Walkers were busy moving shells, while the 150mm caliber black cannons silently aimed into the distance.
Some Styx spirits floated along the edge of the rock face, their bodies wreathed in crimson plague energy, a far cry from their predecessors.
Everyone was busy, including the spies who had infiltrated the area.
"This should be a magical node in the Frost Tomb. As long as this place is destroyed, many of the rune traps and mechanisms inside the Frost Tomb will become ineffective." A young man disguised as a refugee grinned and found a place to hide.
"Now is not the time to make a move. I will wait until Lady Fianna gives the order to attack before I take action. These blasphemers will definitely panic."
Ten kilometers away from Frost Tomb, behind the Bailong Cult army.
Fianna remained in human form, sitting calmly and gracefully.
The two earth-dwelling dragons that pulled her carriage were her familiars, created with her own blood.
Also belonging to her retinue were a large group of Dragon Fang soldiers in the army.
These dragon tooth soldiers grew from her fallen teeth; they were not skeletons, but each possessed flesh and blood.
Besides humans and dragon-tooth soldiers, there are other races in the army, the most numerous being kobolds.
"My people have already infiltrated, although he noticed them when they were searching for traces of the Dragonborn using divination."
But with them, and with this army, they should be able to easily capture Frost Tomb.
Fiona felt confident of victory and couldn't help but chuckle.
An army of ten thousand men, plus the Red Eagle rebels who flanked and provided support, and five giant dragons.
She felt that victory was already in her grasp.
"Don't let your guard down, even though we've secured the support of the Red Eagle Lord."
Our enemy, that Dragonborn, is at least a Five-Seal Transcendent, and nobody knows how many trump cards he has up his sleeve.
A green projection stood on the car and spoke calmly.
Greroc's leaden-gray projection chuckled and said:
"If our lineup can't take him down, then only Alduin can probably do it."
"What is our king, Aldurian, doing? I haven't seen him since the time he was resurrected."
"A black projection asked."
The answer he received was an old voice:
"My king has more important things to do."
Once the aged voice appeared, no one spoke again.
Now that Aldurian has disappeared, the owner of this voice holds the highest power in the entire dragon race.
No one dared to defy his will, not even the proud and arrogant dragon.