In the newly born Donglan and Diffindor, there was actually a group of extremely unique existences — the undead of Xiluo.
The newly born Xiluo Empire was an empire with Omar as its ruler. In principle, it also expressed its desire to become a member of the Mist Alliance. In that case, it became one of the allied countries.
But after the reinforcements retreated, I requested a large number of high-level undead to stay in Donglan. In order to prevent unnecessary panic, I arranged for them to stay in the Diffindor inner city of the Guiltless City. At the very least, in this place covered by the Guiltless Barrier, people would feel much more at ease seeing the undead who hadn't committed any crimes.
Since Emperor Omar was lacking in certain aspects, such as being brainless and having muscles in his head, it was basically unrealistic to expect him to truly do what a ruler should do.
With the support of his many brothers and the joint recommendation of the six original Senators, the Spider Duke Lionheart, who was known as the only one with a conscience and a normal person among the Senators, became the First Senator of New Xiluo.
As for Omar himself, did he have any objections? He could go wherever he wanted to play as long as he didn't get in the way of proper business. After all, he only cared about whether or not he was the highest existence.
I had the undead stay in Donglan for two reasons, apart from strengthening the alliance between the two countries and making the people of Donglan more accepting of the undead, as well as for the existence before me.
"The Dragonbone Warship Mizar, internally designated 'Dragon's Mouth,' is 473 meters long and is constructed from specially selected keel bones. It's a hybrid of Ottoman airships and undead magic, and is the sister ship of the Borealis."
"Your Highness, I have some personal objections to your words. I've had enough of perverts who treat ships as women. If possible, please call me brother ship."
I could still hear Marsolit's protest, but I could tell that he was in a good mood.
"Heh heh, it seems that Commander Pierre has been quite active recently. Right, Marsolit, as long as you're willing to give up a portion of your physical body and power, I can help you reconstruct a new physical body. Of course, you can't keep your physical body anymore, but you can still use your undead identity. "
Although taking away this SemiGod level core would affect the Borealis to a certain extent, I now had quite a few high-level undead under my command. It would be possible to make up for this weakness.
"Thank you for your kindness, but this body is the best bond between me and my family. At least before I get rid of my enemies, this body will be very useful. It will constantly remind me not to forget my past."
At this time, Marsolit was still in a half-dead, half-alive state. His body was still like ice and corroded by poison. If he wanted the right to move freely, he obviously couldn't use this body.
At this moment, his declaration undoubtedly showed that he still cherished his physical body. Perhaps the memories of the Dragon Hunter Damus the First killing his daughter and wife were still constantly flashing in his dreams.
Since this was his wish, as well as his personal choice, I didn't waste any more words and focused my attention on this new warship that was completely constructed from dragon bones.
I had already obtained the Ottoman Empire's technicians and technology, but our industrial foundation was far too lacking. If we couldn't even make metal swords, how were we supposed to make warships? It wouldn't even be practical to mass-produce assault airships in a short period of time, not to mention large warships that could be used on the battlefield.
The benefits of floating warships were quite obvious in the previous battles. They could transport injured people, supplies, reinforcements, provide firepower support, and deliver supplies. It was obviously against the rules that only allowed the Borealis to attack the enemy and not allow the enemy to attack the Borealis itself. Just based on the Borealis' outstanding performance, we had already received countless orders to purchase it.
And this was only the advantages of the Borealis on the battlefield. What I truly valued was its advantages in regular civilian use.
In this era of cold weapons, traveling between cities would only be possible with the help of four hooves — horse-drawn carriages. In that case, it would be impossible to travel fast, and the cost of time and manpower would also increase.
Along the way, there would often be dangerous beasts, illegal thieves, legal thieves, and domain lords who set up checkpoints to collect tolls. In that case, many merchant fleets wouldn't even be able to reach their destination. Even if they did reach their destination, all sorts of costs would rapidly increase.
When the cost of tolls, mercenary hiring fees, and battle damage was added to the cost, it would be quite normal for the price to be several hundred times higher than the original cost. This didn't even include war, plague, or other unstable factors that would cause the price of resources to skyrocket.
But if floating warships could become commonplace …
"Stop dreaming. Do you really think that no one has ever thought of using aerial cavalry to transport people? Aerial cavalry that can carry people and goods are all big guys. If you make them do transportation work, they'll definitely earn more than you do. "
Actually, this might be another world's version of the law of conservation of energy. No matter if it was magical creations or flying magical beasts, as long as they could move around, they would have to spend an astronomical amount of money.
Even if I managed to obtain the help of the Ottoman Empire's floating warships to transport people, the money I would earn probably wouldn't even be enough to cover the fuel costs.
However, there was a certain type of existence that broke this law. They were the new generation's perpetual motion machines — undead creations.
Diffindor's popular undead laborers were the best example of this. They didn't know fatigue, didn't need to rest, and didn't need to eat or rest. No matter how hard their work was, they wouldn't complain at all. They were basically the ideal type of labor that capitalists dreamed of. This was also the reason why they were so easily accepted despite their cold appearances.
The Borealis was a top-level undead construction product — the Envy of Seven Deadly Sins. It was basically a warship that didn't consume any energy. Not only that, the mage towers and energy pools on its deck formed their own energy cycle. They could even absorb the overflowing mana of the land and provide energy to other undead creations. It was a relatively perfect long-term combat platform.
"If undead airships and undead airships became common, and all major cities started airship flights, and gargoyle taxis appeared in cities … Fine, I admit that I sometimes have too much imagination, but this seems completely feasible. The current technology is already mature, and there are plenty of undead mages capable of creating these undead creations. All that's needed is the determination to implement them."
And this was only the civilian aspect. It was even more so for the political aspect. If all the major cities of the Mist Alliance established regular air routes, then trade, diplomacy, and civilian interactions between countries would definitely become much more frequent. The countries' alliances would also become much closer … No matter how close a relationship was, if it took three months to travel, then it would naturally become more and more distant. If it only took two or three days to travel, then it wouldn't be much different from a neighboring town.
I couldn't stop my imagination the moment I started thinking about it. This wasn't just limited to the transportation industry. Undead battle bulls could be used in agriculture, and there were already undead laborers being used in industry to do all sorts of manual labor. How could I not be tempted by such tremendous benefits and possibilities?
Of course, I also met with some minor obstacles in my goal, such as the Holy Light, which hated the undead, the Holy Knight who wanted to eradicate evil, and the Holy Church, which was already declaring a Holy War.
Alright then, this was actually quite troublesome. If I openly started an undead industrial revolution right now, the Holy Church would declare me to be the most evil undead mage and heretic in the entire world the very next day. A Holy War was just around the corner, but in my opinion, this wasn't an unresolvable conflict.
First of all, this was Wumianzhe's territory, not under the God of Holy Light's control. This was the most important part of resolving this conflict. The Gods were quite strict about how they divided their territories, and it was quite important for the Holy Church to maintain an appropriate amount of respect for the other Order Gods. After all, if there really was a God War and the Holy Church was in the wrong, then the God of Holy Light in his divine power server form might not necessarily help his believers.
Secondly, the entire human society hated the Holy Church the most in the Northlands. In the recent Holy War, the Holy Church, which should have intervened, didn't. Instead, it was a group of undead that came to help. History and reality intersected, and the Holy Church became public opinion that it was unreliable. This further increased the Northlanders' hatred for the Holy Church.
Most importantly, the Holy War was imminent. The Northlands weren't the Holy Church's traditional core area to begin with, and the Holy Church's higher-ups were all focused on the mega empires. As long as we didn't go too overboard, the Holy Church would be more than happy to pretend they didn't know anything. After all, the Holy Church was currently facing a major enemy, and it would be foolish to break all pretense of cordiality with an old ally and become a new enemy.
Of course, I couldn't count on the Holy Church's rationality and tolerance. After all, every religion had fanatics and extremists. That was why my messengers had already set out with valuable gifts. Let me see how much more honest these cardinals were compared to their predecessors from three hundred years ago.
Considering the impending Holy War and the Gods' protection, as well as the fact that I was throwing out a large amount of gold coins, I was more than 80% confident that the Holy Church would pretend they didn't know anything. In that case, I could give this plan a try.
As for whether or not the Holy Church would take revenge … Of course they would, but I didn't know who would be the one taking revenge.
As the creator of undead construction, I had probably already surpassed the ancient Undead Emperors in terms of undead creation. This new airship was something that I had personally designed.
It was known as the Dragonbone Airship because its main keel and various frames were all real dragon skeletons. Some of these skeletons had been accumulated in the past, some had been recently obtained from the Underground, and some had even been obtained from the little girl Renée in this Holy War.
This was a bone airship that was floating in midair. The pitch-black keel had a faint draconic aura about it. The gigantic airship was covered in black mist, and its ghostly sails were currently accumulating mana. Black lightning flashed in the mist, making it seem like an ultimate weapon that was about to destroy the world.
At the very front of the "dragon's mouth" was a large sawtooth mouth constructed from keel bones. This would be its future main weapon, as well as the reason for its nickname.
Keel bones were precious magical materials that had a price but no supply. If I were to calculate the cost of building this airship … Fine, the cost-performance ratio wasn't important at all. Let's talk about its performance.
Cough — cough — you couldn't blame me for recklessly investing money without planning. Every experimental airship was like this. In order to achieve the best results, I would often disregard the cost. Once the airship was truly completed, there would be a bill that would make anyone's heart skip a beat. The end result would be that the airship would be delayed indefinitely, becoming nothing more than a technological reserve.
However, our situation was slightly different. Our keel bones were all accumulated in the past. If we were to create bone dragons, we wouldn't be able to create a complete set of bones. We wouldn't even be interested in forcefully creating low-level bone dragons of inferior quality. In a way, this counted as recycling.
Of course, as the highest-level magic material, keel bones were indeed slightly more expensive and valuable. However, their effects were excellent. Many areas where the airship's performance and structure weren't up to standard could be overcome with high-quality materials.
Not only that, these precious keel bones also had another use — it seemed quite impressive.
A gigantic airship formed from countless dragon bones would descend from the sky together with a dark cloud. It was as if a demon king of destruction had suddenly crawled out of the abyss. No matter how I looked at it, it had a depraved sense of beauty … Fine, I'll stop with the nonsense. It was true that it looked quite frightening, but this was also what I wanted.
After dealing with the Holy Church's problem, there was another problem that wouldn't be so easy to deal with.
That was the people's traditional view of the undead and undead creations. Although Donglan was already quite favorable in this regard due to the existence of the Red Hunting Hounds Knight squadron and undead labor, it would still take a considerable amount of time for the people to truly accept undead creations as a daily necessity. However, this process could be sped up through the government's guidance.
"This airship will become a heroic airship just like the North Star. It'll become a new legend. When the citizens are proud of it, they'll naturally be less resistant to undead creations."
When considering the troublesome deep-sea hunting missions, a single airship would be far less useful than an entire fleet. Increasing the number of floating airships was absolutely necessary. Not to mention, transporting ores and manpower from the barbarian tribes had already become a daily routine for expeditions.
"Airships need to be of a large scale in order to be effective. Your Highness, floating airships need to form a fleet at the very least in order to be truly intimidating. They'll be able to cover for each other, support each other, and cooperate with each other in battle tactics. It's just like women. One won't be enough. You need to form a — "
"Sexual harassment is forbidden!"
That was what the commander of the Mizar, Pier Papin, said. This pervert who treated his own airship like a woman didn't even get a chance to make his declaration before his second-in-command smacked him in the head with a chair.
* Smack! *
"My apologies, Your Highness. The commander drank too much again this morning."
This second-in-command named Shawel was rather tall and had a handsome and candid appearance. She could be called a mature older sister, but when she saw how I was looking at her in astonishment, she awkwardly put the broken leg of the chair behind her back.
"Relax, Pier is quite sturdy. That attack from this angle is nothing more than a nap for him. He'll be back to normal tomorrow."
I glanced at the broken pieces of the chair in Shawel's hands, the large bump on Pier's head, and the bloodstains on the ground. Since she said so, I didn't intend to pursue the matter any further. After all, Shawel was also known as Pier's "conscience." She had been his second-in-command for many years, so she probably wouldn't kill him.
"I heard that Shawel has liked Pier for a long time, but Pier seems to have always treated airships as his true love. I never expected that the rumors were actually true … Why does their interaction seem so familiar?"
Cough — cough — there were some things that I shouldn't delve too deeply into. Returning to the main topic, having a trustworthy new commander and his crew was truly trustworthy … Let's just take it as the truth.
Since an airship was necessary, and since the industrial infrastructure and energy supply couldn't keep up, an undead airship that was fast and efficient would be the best choice. This plan would affect all aspects of my plans, so I absolutely couldn't afford to fail.
"A hundred years from now, perhaps people will treat me as a wise reformer? Or perhaps the most dangerous undead mage in this millennium? I think it's all possible … Marsolit, is there anything else you need? "
The reason why I called them sister airships was because the internal structure of these two airships was based on the Borealis. Even the supervisors and builders were from the same batch, and Marsolit was the chief engineer of this project.
Even though I asked him that, I expected that he wouldn't have any other requests since all resources were provided to him first and there was an ample amount of manpower.
"Um, I do have a rather embarrassing request that requires Your Highness' approval …"
I was astonished that Marsolit would actually hesitate.
"What is it? Just tell me. As long as it's within my power, I'll do my best to help you. "
"Alright, then I'll tell you … Can you throw that pervert who's drooling over my engine cover and cannon barrel into the cannon's mouth? I'm clearly a majestic man with a Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon, and that bastard dares to treat me like a woman! The engine isn't my butt; I can't feel anything no matter how I touch it. I say, stop touching! I'm talking about you! Pier Papin. "
"Ah, in front of that super engine that's spewing thick smoke, beautiful women's curves are so powerless, while that cannon barrel's curves are so sexy …"
Alright then, Shawel was correct. Gentlemen (perverts) were all cockroaches after all? Yesterday, he was still bleeding profusely, but today, he was completely fine.
Right now, this muscular man was standing in the Borealis' engine room with an expressionless face. He was wearing black tights, making cool bodybuilding poses (as he believed) while singing his own poem (as he believed).
"Just bear with it for a bit. After all, he's going to be the commander of the Mizar … F * ck, that guy's actually going to change into Timlad's cat ears and magical girl sailor attire? Who's going to stop him from polluting this world!"
But this was only the beginning …
With a twist of the waist, a pose, and a flirtatious wink, the sailor attire flew up, along with his hairy thick thighs and faintly discernible white lace, all the spectators collapsed to the ground.
"Meow meow, I'm going to punish you in the name of the moon …"
* Smack! *
This time, it wasn't a stool that flew over, but a table … Only now did I discover that Shawel actually had a talent for brute strength.
But unfortunately, this time, even the panting Shawel was able to achieve victory.
The pervert's pink magical girl attire flashed with a golden glow, and the table was actually ignored.
"Ahhhh, my power is here! Little Dimi's combat attire is so powerful, but this pose and activation incantation are a bit strange. In that case, let's try the next incantation … Although I'm cute (flirtatious wink), I'll summon death (revealing my underwear) …"
Even the undead wouldn't be able to handle such a playstyle. The smiths were already running for their lives, and those who didn't manage to escape all collapsed. Heloise had already vanished without a trace, and I felt like I was going blind.
"I've changed my mind! Marsolit! Throw that bastard into your Armstrong and shoot him to the moon where he wants to go! "
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