[First update, today's fourth update]
Metatlin City had been restoring the construction of the fleet. When Salin left, the Winged Skeletons weren't there, but there were still many mages in Metatlin, especially with more than thirty Magic Shooters guarding the city.
Although the number of warships brought from Seriger Island wasn't many, the most important thing was that they brought a lot of sailors. These sailors were genuine humans who fought at sea all year round.
After Jason arrived, he had these sailors train the soldiers of Metatlin City, using the only warships in Metatlin City to train them. Now, Metatlin City didn't lack sailors.
This time, Salin brought back blueprints of the Mana Furnace and detailed magic notes. Among them, there were a few types of Mana Furnaces that could be made by 9th Rank Magic Shooters. Moreover, there were ready-made products on the warships that Salin brought back. After the Magic Shooters boarded the warships and personally inspected them, they were confident in making low-level Mana Furnaces.
Salin wanted to wait for ten days to modify some of the warships' propulsion systems.
The alchemy factory had been making warship parts. After Salin brought back the blueprints, some Magic Shooters redesigned smaller warships according to the blueprints of the Desolate Fleet.
The smallest warship in the Desolate Fleet was around two to three hundred meters long, equivalent to the main warships of the current era.
The mages of Seriger Island redesigned the various warships of the fleet. They even dismantled the warships brought from Seriger Island and reassembled them. There was no shortage of materials. Almost all the work was done by the alchemy factory. The assembly in the shipyard was also done by mechanical marionettes. Brand new warships were launched one after another at an astonishing speed.
In fact, the most difficult part of a magic warship was the design and component manufacturing stage. Assembly was actually the easiest. Humans weren't strong enough, but mechanical marionettes could easily lift something over ten thousand kilograms. The large magic installation in the shipyard made everything as smooth as flowing water in a river.
Salin said they would leave in ten days. On the ninth day, his fleet was completely assembled. The mages of Seriger Island had completely changed Metatlin City. The huge alchemy factory gave Salin's productivity a qualitative leap. Originally, his speed of producing war equipment was already fast enough. Now, it was a hundred times faster than before.
Of course, this was also because Salin had brought back a large number of monster cores. Even the mineral veins in the Evil Demon City had begun to produce crystals.
The crystals produced by the Demon City's mineral veins were equivalent to the energy of a mid-level magic core. Salin had too many mages under his command. Fortunately, the mages on Seriger Island did not need him to distribute any magic cores. Otherwise, they would not even have enough magic cores for their annual hunting trips to the Frozen Ocean.
Sarlin's fleet was still using the Dragon Skeleton Warship as its flagship. The Primordial Warship was named Phantom Tooth, and it was Sarlin's main attack ship. Apart from that, Salin's warships were all 180 meter long high-speed warships.
More than a dozen White Bone Warships became the vassals of the fleet. After Salin confirmed the list of people to follow him into battle, the Demon Sailors were also in place. This time, Salin no longer relied on the undead to fight. It felt very different from before.
Each of the eighteen battleships powered by magic furnaces had two thousand demons as sailors and warriors. The twelve bone battleships were mostly undead. Only these eighteen battleships had human soldiers and mages.
The Dragon Skeleton Warship was Salin's flagship. Salin and his subordinates were all on this ship.
The Primordial Warship followed the fleet from afar. It released a large amount of fog to hide itself inside. The mechanical undead was very obedient now. It no longer tried to play any tricks in front of Salin. It understood that Salin could make it wish it was dead at any time.
The Primordial Warship was also a logistical supply base. The newly built warship did not have any magic storage. Salin did not bring a large number of Magic Shooters with him. All of them were great mages. If they wanted to bring enough supplies, they could only think of a way on the Primordial Warship.
Salin already controlled more than a dozen islands south of Metatlin City as supply points. Now, most of them had fallen into the hands of the Iron Blood Grand Dukes.
The fleet set off. Below the fleet, six jade skeletons started the brand new Coiled Turtle Alchemy Ship. They led the twenty-four submerged battleships to follow the fleet. These submerged battleships made of pure metal were now equipped with low-level magic furnaces. Their speed had increased, and most of their energy could be used for defense. Their diving depth had also increased to about a hundred meters.
After all, it was up to the Winged Skeleton to command the undead. Salin could not rely on the Winged Skeleton for the entire navy in the future. This expedition was just training for him. The real battle depended on him, Zola, and Nicholas.
On the Dragon Skeleton Warship, Salin was working hard to create the Fragment of Control of Eternity. He handed the twenty-four Primordial Warriors to Nelis. His combat power had decreased a lot. The combat power of the twenty-four Primordial Warriors was even stronger than his hundred or so elemental stone soldiers. Without a human to command them, elemental creatures could only rely on their level to suppress their opponents. Once they encountered humans of the same level, they were obviously no match for them.
Salin's soul was now stronger than before. His understanding of the Fragment of Control of Eternity had also deepened. He knew that it was not too difficult to control the level-nine Primordial Warriors. Therefore, he did not waste his Unicorn White Whale horn. Instead, he replaced it with the bones of other high-level magic beasts.
Salin's mental strength had advanced, and the number of Primordial Warriors he could control had also increased. However, other than the positions for signing contracts, the number of Primordial Warriors he could control was still limited to thirty-six.
Salin knew that if his magic advanced, he would be able to break through this limitation immediately. However, the advancement of magic required opportunities, and he had used all his previous accumulations to advance to the ninth rank of magic. If he wanted his magic strings to evolve again, he would have to accumulate them again. This included accumulating new knowledge and constantly comprehending the elements.
Zola stood at the bow of the ship, a little bored. He had come on this Dragon Skeleton Warship before, but it was just for a tour. This time, he was personally on the warship, and it was not attractive at all. There were no beauties on the ship, so Zola could only fish at the bow.
The speed of the Dragon Skeleton Battleship was over fifty kilometers per hour, and ordinary fishing was not suitable for it. Zola was holding a short fishing rod in his hand, and there was no bait attached to the hook on the fishing line. He just stood there and cast the hook into the seawater. Every time he cast the hook, he would pull up a fish in the water.
Occasionally, some low-level magic beasts would take the bait. Those without magic cores would be thrown back by Zola. Behind him stood a dozen or so bodyguards, looking at their commanding officer awkwardly. A Gold Sword Saint hunting magic beasts below level-three. It could not be said that it was not extremely boring.
Nicholas was also bored in the cabin. His divine arts were not like those of mages, which required meditation and experimentation. Instead, he constantly stimulated the souls in the Soul Pearl, making these souls worship his Soul Brand. This would slowly increase his power. Salin was refining equipment. He simply walked out of the room and came to the deck to watch Zola fishing.
"Old man, what are you doing here instead of accompanying the Lord?" Zola asked as he put away his fishing rod when he sensed Nicholas approaching.
"Hehe, Zola, call me Nicholas." Nicholas' beard fluttered in the sea breeze. It was somewhat comical.
"I know you're called Nicholas." Zola threw away his fishing rod in boredom and sat on the deck. He was wearing a set of soft magic armor and had the longsword Tear Stain on his waist.
"Zola, why didn't your equipment increase? The Lord … "
"I'm a swordsman. One sword is enough." Zola interrupted Nicholas. How could he not know that this old man had roped in Salin's subordinates and wanted to form his own gang?
"Hehe, Zola, I'm a mage. My attack power may not be as good as yours, but in terms of protecting the Lord, I'm better than you. I'm just here to discuss how to cooperate with you to complete this mission." Nicholas was not angry at all. Even if the power of the entire plane had advanced, the Gold Sword Saint was still a high and mighty existence.
For example, right now, he was only a few meters away from Zola. If Zola wanted him dead, even if he used Minor Prophecy, he would not be able to stop it.
"The Lord's power is much higher than mine now. Nicholas, the Lord only wants to strengthen his fleet quickly. He can't possibly follow the fleet on every expedition. There are many things on the mainland that he has to deal with. This mission is not difficult at all. If that Iron Blood Grand Duke is here, he's dead. "
"You shouldn't underestimate your enemy," Nicholas said earnestly.
"The Iron Blood Grand Duke is not an enemy, but a dead man." Zola turned around and faced forward, leaving the back of his head for Nicholas.
"Zola, why isn't the Lord worried about Lone Star City?" Nicholas could only change the topic.
"I came back from there. If there's really danger, the Lord will, of course, do his best to rescue. I can't even be bothered to stay there. Tell me, is Lone Star City really dangerous?"
Nicholas was speechless. He also found this strange. Zola was a Gold Sword Saint. There was no need for him to break out of the encirclement and ask for help. In Lone Star City, there were Magic Shooters and Elven Wings. It seemed more reasonable to leave a Gold Sword Saint behind. Could it be that Salin was hiding something?
Nicholas felt a little awkward. He had already decided to follow Salin wholeheartedly, but he suddenly realized that there were still some things that Salin did not let him participate in.
Zola seemed to sense Nicholas's mood. He laughed and said, "Old man, are you thinking why the Lord didn't explain this to you?"
"The Lord doesn't need to explain things to us," Nicholas answered quickly. Zola's words had alerted him. He was a follower, and there was no need for Salin to explain everything clearly unless it was related to the mission.
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