The Boulder Heavy Infantry Squadron was the Sala Dukedom's undefeatable shield. They were also the ace heavy infantry squadron with the title of "royalty."
These heavy infantry soldiers were all huge men who were over two meters tall. Many of them had barbarian or beastman bloodlines. They had undergone training and were skilled at using heavy axes, spears, and tower shields. They were especially skilled at forming battle formations to defeat stronger enemies.
During the military reforms several years ago, their alchemists had combined these weapons together. This heavy military uniform known as the Thunder Axe and Shield was known as a lethal weapon on the battlefield.
Yep, this was also a product of magical engineering. When the revolution of the new generation arrived, nobody would be willing to allow themselves to fall behind. Even a certain muddle-headed dynasty had spent a large amount of money to create a modern fleet of ships.
Facing the new generation's changes, the Sala Dukedom's royal family gritted their teeth and opened up their national treasury. The Boulder Heavy Infantry Squadron was one of the first to benefit from this.
If I had to give an evaluation, this Shield of Sala Dukedom would probably be rated as an average level 3 Silver-ranked weapon. Although all aspects of the Shield of Sala Dukedom had improved greatly after the Dawn Era, this was still an excellent evaluation.
With such a group of strong men blocking the mountain path and setting up sentries, it was likely that even thieves would be unable to pass through. Forcefully breaking through would be the equivalent of declaring war against the Sala Dukedom. Thieves would only be waiting to be on the wanted list. It was no wonder that the adventurers had such a headache.
However, for me, breaking through this so-called blockade wouldn't be difficult at all.
There were many of them, and they were quite strong. They could indeed seal off the ground. I could simply fly over.
For ordinary small countries, aerial Knight soldiers were quite expensive and impractical. A single aerial Knight would cost enough to support an entire squadron. Not only that, the young and eggs of various flying magical beasts would often be highly sought after on the black market. However, after the Dawn Era, aerial Knight soldiers became much more approachable.
Not to mention those aerial magical beasts with astonishing appetites, magical engineering products could also be used to create aerial aircrafts and battleships. Of course, the price wouldn't be low, but at least there would be channels to obtain them.
And once other countries had organized aerial knights, no matter how reluctant they were, they would still have to purchase them. From a certain standpoint, this was also another world's military competition.
Of course, some unscrupulous merchants wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity. Due to the participation of some unreliable fellows, a batch of goods that couldn't be evaluated normally flowed into the market.
"The cheapest flying equipment for individual soldiers. It doesn't require any additional equipment slots. It's as comfortable as undergarments. It's small in size, light in weight, and consumes less energy. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and buy Flying Pigeon 2."
Don't be fooled by the advertising slogan. He wasn't lying. It was indeed as comfortable as underwear. He was underwear — Steel Jet Underwear.
The principle was similar to a power backpack. It was convenient to carry it on one's body, and it also consumed less energy. It was perfect … no way!
The high temperature of the jet would make the lower part of the body as comfortable as a volcano. And even if you had to endure this, the Flying Pigeon No.4 indeed solved the problem of high temperature. The scene of your butt spewing colorful flames and smoke into the sky couldn't be more beautiful. It was said that even if some people were tricked into buying a batch of the Flying Pigeon No.4, those first-rate warriors would reject it after trying it out.
Of course, the Flying Pigeon No.5 was the weirdest of the weirdest. There weren't any trial products for promotion at all. But for arms dealers, not only could they recover their research funds, but they could also test the products in actual battles. It wasn't too profitable.
Alright, after saying so much, I roughly knew what was going to happen.
In the fifth year of the Dawn Era, which was two years ago, when Sasa Dukedom learned that its neighboring country had purchased a large number of power backpacks, it dispatched an arms procurement specialist. But it was a pity that the procurement specialist apparently didn't hear the joke of the classic "Flying Underwear". Instead, he purchased them according to the advertising slogan and instruction manual.
The lucky ones were that the Flying Underwear was proven to be an utterly foolish decision at that time. The products were all taken off the shelves. The unlucky ones were the Sasa Dukedom's procurement specialist. He was also tricked by the advertising slogan and gave up on the increasingly mature power backpack system. Instead, he directly bought the replacement for the Flying Underwear — the Flying Skateboarding Shoes.
Alright, it would indeed look cool to fly in a pair of flaming boots. However, the prerequisite was that the boots were controllable. Reality proved that the Flying Skateboarding Shoes were an even more foolish idea than the Flying Underwear. At the very least, the Flying Underwear could be touched by the hands and could be controlled. As for the boots … let's not talk about how one would have to lower one's head to touch the shoes while in midair. It would be possible to change the angle of the Flying Underwear's propellers at will. If one really bent down and changed their center of gravity, they would be able to enjoy a hellish chain of flips in midair.
Outsiders might find this comical and funny, but for warriors, it was impossible to laugh at, especially when several young people directly fell to the ground.
However, this didn't mean that the designer was too foolish. After all, in a certain dimension, there were flying tanks, self-destructing hunting dogs, balloon bombs, airship bombers, and other strange weapons. These weapons were all powerful weapons used to kill one's own people. Most of the time, the design would be correct. However, as long as there was even the slightest flaw in the actual technology or operation, the exquisite design would become utterly foolish.
This was especially the case in this world, where aerodynamics, fluid mechanics, and other theories didn't exist. Designing flying equipment itself was a bit like trying your luck. After all, after a series of ridiculous products, the jetpack that I had drawn the blueprint for was still the most practical. After all, this was also a mature product that had been proven over time in another world.
Mature arms merchants would usually buy and sell classic weapons that had been tested in actual combat, rather than new weapons that looked cool and cheap. Obviously, buying such a thing would be incredibly foolish. However, the market would always mature by constantly being scammed and scammed by others. In the beginning, when the international arms market was still quite chaotic, it was always necessary to pay the tuition.
However, it was said that the person who bought this jetpack was a member of the royal family. How could the royal family allow these weapons to rust in a warehouse after traveling thousands of kilometers? Wouldn't that be proof of the royal family's stupidity? In the end, these weapons were forcefully given to the frontline troops.
Not only that, there were actually people who used them. Someone would always be able to think of a solution. It was just that the posture was rather foolish.
Since it was impossible to control the switch beneath my feet? Wouldn't it be enough for me to use a long pole/thin string to control it from afar?
Alright, they indeed flew upwards. After a long period of training, they were able to control their own direction. However, they were flying in the sky while holding two poles/long strings in their hands to adjust their direction. Their four limbs were all tied up. Apart from scouting, they couldn't even think about doing battle.
By the way, although flying seemed quite foolish, this method of controlling it actually spread far and wide. Many people (unlucky bastards) who also bought the Soaring Boots used this method to control the boots. This could be considered making good use of trash.
And as far as I knew, apart from the gnome delivery companies, only Sasa could fly in the sky with these boots. Even if I didn't summon a bone dragon, they wouldn't be able to stop me if I had a gargoyle carry me in the sky.
"Could it be that this is the reason why those Death Council members went looking for dragon corpses? They need a large bone dragon that can fly over a mountain range? "
All types of flying mounts had their limits. Flying required ten or even a hundred times more energy than walking on the ground. This was determined by the natural laws of gravity in this world. Flying beasts required large amounts of heat, and flying magical machines required additional energy to replenish themselves. Even undead creatures couldn't fly endlessly.
Ordinary gargoyles couldn't fly very high. Not only would their bodies be damaged if they flew for too long, they would also need to replenish mana for their soul cores. This limited the furthest they could fly. Ordinary flying magical beasts also needed to replenish their flesh and blood. Only Legend-ranked undead like bone dragons could easily break through the mountain range's limits.
Bone dragons weren't easy to deal with. Every bone dragon represented the death of a gigantic dragon. Without a dragon corpse, how were they supposed to create bone dragons? It would also be inconvenient to bring bone dragons around in human countries.
Many scattered pieces of information seemed to be connected together. My goal was now clear on paper. No matter who entered the mountain range, I could reluctantly accept it. However, the Death Council couldn't. The moment they entered the ruins and successfully opened the Dimensional Door, it would be the equivalent of starting a new war.
While the Sala Dukedom was forcefully preventing adventurers from entering the mountain range, many adventurers secretly contacted each other. And when I arrived here as a Legend-ranked undead mage, I also received an invitation to a private meeting to discuss how to break through the blockade. It would seem that many people were already eager to make a move.
But just as I was preparing to go to the meeting, I received an unexpected piece of news that gave me a pleasant surprise.
"Timlad is here?"
…
Timlad had been quite arrogant when he arrived. He brought along a small assault airship that streaked across the sky like a meteor and directly landed near our campsite.
Soon, he used those messy things to find me in front of him.
I felt rather complex emotions as I looked at his familiar yet unfamiliar face.
Back when we parted, little Timlad had only been around nine years old. Now that seven years had passed, it would be normal for him to be around sixteen or seventeen years old. The snot-nosed child in my memories had now become a handsome young man, but …
"It's fine if he's taller than me. After all, he's still in puberty. What's the meaning of only wearing underwear and having muscles all over his body!? Did you also join the Wild Bull Sect? Or has that evil cult already spread to the entire country!? "
My angry roar was filled with fear. The little boy who was obsessed with his older sister in my memories had instantly transformed into a muscular bro. This change reminded me of certain bastards, which made me feel even more uneasy. Could it be that Xueti and Eaglestorm had truly succeeded in spreading their way of life? The entire Northlands and the Mist Alliance's higher-ups had all become such strange creatures?
"This?"
His thick and hoarse voice was clearly in the process of changing his voice. There was even a small mustache under his nose that he purposely kept. He lifted the tool belt that was connected to his white underwear, rubbed his firm muscles, and then smiled in a simple and honest manner.
"Big Brother Roland, don't think too much into it. I'm still quite normal. It's just that I've been playing with machines for the past few years and moving heavy things every day, so of course I've trained my muscles. As for my clothes … the temperature gets high with so many machines, and it's quite uncomfortable to work in such a hot place all the time. It's better to work like this. I rushed over as soon as I received your letter, and I didn't even have time to change my clothes … "
I heaved a sigh of relief, but the next instant, I became nervous again.
"… Look, since I'm already full of muscles, the correct training methods and scientific fitness equipment have created my perfect muscle ratio. I was the runner-up in last year's bodybuilding competition. Plus, I'm quite skilled in engineering, so I'm quite popular with girls!"
He puffed out his chest muscles and showed off his biceps. All of these were standard bodybuilding movements. What was with bodybuilding competitions? It would seem that the bastards left behind by Omar were still harming the Mist Alliance's youths.
"When I get back, I'm going to throw those bastards into a frying pan …"
I shook my head and tossed all these useless thoughts to the back of my mind. Perhaps Timlad's great transformation was actually a good thing.
"Little brat, put on your clothes and get ready to go. It's probably impossible for anyone to connect you to the genius engineer. Come, accompany me to a meeting. Let's meet the adventurers' leaders. "
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