Crown of Silence

Chapter 572 Learning makes people happy

Three weeks later, the steelworks had swelled to twice its original size.

Scaffolding embedded in the cliff grows densely like weeds. Giant iron nails wedged into the stone pull heavy steel cables, like spider webs, hanging insulation felt layer by layer to form a huge structure. greenhouse.

The heavy rain fell from the sky and fell on the felt cloth, causing thick heat to rise, flying into the sky again, and then falling again in the cold. Cold fog and hot air met in the sky, strangled and blended with each other, forming miserable white clouds.

It was like hundreds of iron furnaces were working at the same time. The lava broke through the earth's crust and flowed on the earth. Terrifying heat spread out from the workshop all the time.

Thick and hot breath spurted out from the door valve, carrying a fishy smell.

Like the breath of a living creature.

"Is it really okay to build a ship like this?"

Igor stood on the top of the cliff, overlooking the covered workshop below. No matter how many times he heard the explanation, he still found it incredible and had never imagined such a production method.

"Our industrial base is not enough to manufacture something that huge, so we have to find another way."

Carroll, who was appointed chief engineer, held an umbrella and looked down at his work: "Now the entire port, including the outer five hundred meters, is within the radiation range of the alchemical reaction.

Such a large alchemical cauldron would require at least half of the national treasury and more than ten years to create. Moreover, it would be destroyed after one use and turned into waste for recycling... The whole process required more than a hundred alchemists. Cooperation consumes countless materials and funds, and we don't have that much capital and time to waste on it.

We only get this unique opportunity once, Captain Igor, and we must keep things simple. "

"Is this easy?"

Igor squatted on the edge of the cliff, lying down and looking at the huge workshop.

Covered by insulating felt, the workshop is like a monster lying on the shelter, gray-black, crawling and rolling in a sticky state, twitching slightly in the rain, seemingly alive, but so ugly.

Horrifyingly ugly.

Five days before, the musicians of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith had torn down the entire shelter and then built a dam at the mouth of the sea, turning the entire harbor into a closed 'bowl'.

The bowl was covered, and only a steady stream of warm and turbid currents spurted out from the dam. The turbid currents carrying alchemical potions and toxic metals exuded a pungent stench, dyeing the black ocean white.

The making of the hull takes place there.

As the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith, which inherited the soul of the Inquisition, it is simply instinctive to exploit the value of monsters. Moreover, many monsters themselves are excellent materials. With such precious resources as Nomadic Mountain in front of us, it is naturally impossible. Let it rot and deteriorate.

What seems to be a budget-conscious development plan at present is simply a waste for those old ghosts who are 'used to poverty'.

If they had a complete industrial system and resource support, they wouldn't go crazy and use such a large piece of good stuff to build such a broken ship.

"In a way, that thing wasn't really a ship at all."

Carroll said: “We just tried our best to use the resources at hand, using the vitality of the flesh and blood of the Nomadic Mountain to make it grow into the shape of a ship.

If we have enough resources and time, we can even make it fly in the sky forever. Just like that group of winged people, occupying the sky... Damn it, those bastards not only monopolized the resources of the star ring, but even blocked the deep space area..."

"A boat is enough for me, Mr. Carroll."

Igor interrupted him. He sniffed the pungent smell wafting from the workshop, looking intoxicated: "I don't care whether it is alive or dead, or whether it is a child of natural disaster. As long as it is a ship, as long as it can Just open it, it would be even better if you can sink a legendary warship with one shot."

Although he wanted to witness all this in the core of the workshop, unfortunately he had no way to get close.

The interior of the workshop has been transformed into a super giant petri dish, in which a large number of fungi that are inaccessible to humans have grown into a forest. There are highly toxic gases and corrosive alchemical materials everywhere.

This is the most suitable environment for the growth of artificial flesh and blood.

Under those gray-black felt cloth covers, the seawater has been transformed into a dark yellow viscous culture fluid, in which countless tender red muscle combs and organs are floating like seaweed, growing slowly...

No ordinary creature could survive that environment, except for the musicians who cultivated them and the engineers wearing three-layer protective suits.

Even from such a long distance, you can still smell the strong smell of blood spreading continuously.

Over the past few days, the smell of blood has attracted a large number of evildoers from the sea.

The demons that kept coming one after another became targets for the organ players to practice their skills, and their corpses were thrown into the factory to make raw materials and culture fluid.

The organists carefully selected by Maxwell are well-deserved elites, and each of them perfectly meets the requirements of the Ministry of Doctrine for newcomers-although their beliefs are not very pure and their origins are not very glorious.

But at this juncture, the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith will naturally no longer follow the past rules and act pedantically. In fact, except for those young people who are full of glory and Eastern expeditions, the old men will see that they can’t turn around. The ability of the wind to control the rudder is better than the last. Shi Dong even packaged the entire old Inquisition and sold it to Ye Qingxuan, so why would he care about this?

They only care about the fundamental purpose, and beyond that, they will do whatever it takes.

As long as the Inquisition can be re-established, the old glory and the long-cherished wish of the Eastern Expedition can be realized, even if they are asked to assassinate the Pope, it will be no problem.

Among the organists brought by Ye Qingxuan, more than half of the members will be trained in the next few months to become the new generation of Witch Hammer.

The rest are "old people" who are already old, their paths have been determined, and there is no way to change. For such people, it is better to continue on their own path than to become Witch Hammer or Purifier. Therefore, after only participating in part of the course, they chose to withdraw.

The short-term training course of the Inquisition has achieved remarkable results.

In just a few days, most of the organists who have had war experience and some members who were originally knights have mastered the main skills and techniques that originally took one to two years to complete. Although there are still some shortcomings, what is needed is only years of accumulation and experience.

For several days, the results of the battle against the evil sons in the sea made the old men who took the time to check the progress smile. The prototype of the new generation of witch hammers has been completed.

Unfortunately, the progress of the musicians is still slow - although there are a large number of purification movements and secret music theory, the musicians who have formed the heart music movement have formed their own system. Although they can still learn and master the techniques of the Inquisition, they are still much less efficient than the purifiers who have been trained since childhood.

The old ghosts do not force this.

Musicians need a long time to train and cannot be accomplished overnight - even the quick-training musicians despised by orthodox musicians need three months of training.

At present, in addition to guiding the dozen musicians who have not yet entered the resonance to revise the purification music theory, the old ghost who looks very "young" in charge of training has set his sights on Ye Qingxuan...

The relationship between Ye Qingxuan and Maxwell is obviously not a secret. After Maxwell's death, Ye Qingxuan, as a prepared sword bearer, will naturally be the first heir to his legacy. I wonder if the Royal Academy of Music in Anglu would mind having an extra branch at that time?

If Maxwell knew that Ye Qingxuan's reinforcements had not yet arrived in Avalon, he would have a very interesting expression, right?

Boom!

Another dull bang came from the depths of the fortress.

Igor and Carol were stunned, turned around and looked at the fortress.

The fortress was shrouded in moonlight that came from nowhere, and it seemed more ethereal and unreal, almost as if it was about to dissipate. In the depths of the fortress, there were constant loud noises and roars, but it seemed to be far away, and only dull echoes could be heard.

"Is there a problem again?"

Igor sighed, "What the hell is your intensive training class doing?"

Carol couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"To be honest, I also want to know."