In mid-air, Lin Qian nodded his head. The group of Scribes and craftsmen turned around and flew toward the Sword Peak, ready to get down to business.
What they needed to do was to build the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon.
The Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon could not be taken out and used directly. Naturally, they had to cast the various parts in advance and build it on the spot.
This place was chosen because in an hour, Planet Cyan would be the location of the two planets occupied by the Ghost King Army.
This Sword Peak was chosen because when the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon fired, the recoil force was too terrifying. It needed the entire Planet Cyan as a base.
The remodeling of the Sword Peak was to use the ground as a base to bear the weight of the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon.
One should know that the craftsmen and Scribes of the Hua Xia Empire also had a cultivation base. It was just that they were not good at fighting.
After Lin Qian summoned them, they quickly flew to the Sword Peak and began their mission.
The Scribes continuously took out small Soul Crystals and started to set up formations.
These formations were used to stabilize the ground around the Sword Peak. This was to prevent the terrifying recoil force from the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon from causing the ground to collapse. This would cause the cannon's firing range to change.
The movements of the Scribes of the Hua Xia Empire in setting up the formations amazed the onlookers.
Many formations appeared and chains appeared. In the blink of an eye, the structures of the formations had been constructed. It was pleasing to the eye. After seeing it, the onlookers could not bear to look away. They stared at the scene in front of them.
Among the onlookers, Liu Shimin was the one who understood formations. Naturally, he knew how amazing the abilities of the Scribes were.
"Are these the subordinates of the Prime Minister? Impressive!" Liu Shimin exclaimed as he looked at the formation in front of him. He took a deep breath and his hands trembled. He did not know what to say.
Originally, after following Zhuge Ming and learning formations for a long time, Liu Shimin was a little proud. He thought that he was talented and learned very quickly.
However, compared to the Scribes in the Qi Cultivation Realm, he realized that he was still far behind. The attainments of the Scribes in formations were far beyond his.
At the very least, it wasn't a realm that he could match up to now.
Upon seeing this scene, Liu Shiming suppressed the originally prideful thoughts in his heart. He no longer felt as impatient as before.
Staring at the movements of the formation in front of him, the scenes of him learning formations in the past flashed before his eyes. After a long time, he seemed to have comprehended something.
Some of the things that he did not understand in the past also surfaced in his mind. It was as if he had been enlightened and suddenly came to a realization.
Liu Shimin came back to his senses with a smile on his face. Only now did he realize that he had gained a lot.
After that, he couldn't help but sigh. Following by Lin Qian's side, it was true that anything could happen. This kind of epiphany in the field of formations was something that could only be discovered by luck. To think that he would be able to encounter it.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Following that, sounds of hammering could be heard coming from the Sword Peak. The blacksmiths were modifying the Sword Peak.
Not only were they digging, but they were also constantly tempering the entire mountain with their refining techniques.
Both Yan Jiu and Lei Yun were dumbstruck by the scene.
What kind of joke was this? This was just an ordinary mountain. How could they use refining techniques to temper it?
They could even see that the blacksmiths had actually integrated all kinds of Soul Ores into the Sword Peak, making the entire mountain stronger and more powerful.
Following that, the blacksmiths took out the components of the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon from their storage space and began to assemble it.
Everyone's movements were extremely fast. The prototype of the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon had gradually emerged.
Two metal pipes that shot up into the sky appeared on both sides of the Sword Peak. At the same time, there were constantly pedestal-like buildings that began to form on the Sword Peak, emitting a deep metallic luster.
On the other side, Scribes also felt that the group of blacksmiths were helping to assemble the components one by one. The components were constantly being assembled, and the shape of the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon was becoming stronger.
While Scribes was helping, he constantly condensed the formation in his hands and integrated the components into the assembly of the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon.
Although the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon had not been completed, and there was not even a trace of aura, it was like a dead object.
However, for some unknown reason, Liu Shimin, Yan Jiu, and Lei Yun only felt fear and trepidation.
The three of them had extraordinary attainments in the formation and refining techniques. They were deeply aware of how incredible the formation and refining techniques were during the assembly of the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon. It was incomparably complicated.
Just looking at it from afar, they felt a headache.
At this time, they thought that once the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon was successfully assembled, it would not be a problem to blow up the planet occupied by the Ghost King Army.
Just as the Destructive Bombardment Soul Cannon was being assembled, in the depths of the Verdant Planet occupied by the Ghost King Army.
A city that originally belonged to the Verdant Tribe had been completely occupied by the Evil Spirit Tribe.
In the original City Lord's Mansion of the city, a member of the Evil Spirit Tribe was sitting boldly on the main seat, resting his head with one hand.
In front of him, there was a huge black iron pot with boiling hot soup that constantly bubbled and emitted a fragrant aroma.
However, the corpse of the Verdant Tribe was floating in the iron pot. It had already been cooked by the hot soup.
It was obvious that the Verdant Tribe was the food that the Evil Spirit Tribe had cooked.
"General, something bad has happened." Just then, a member of the Evil Spirit Tribe suddenly rushed in from outside the tent in a panic.
When he entered the tent, he immediately knelt on the ground and lowered his head in fear.
The member of the Evil Spirit Tribe on the main seat did not open his eyes. He only said indifferently, "What's the matter?"
"We have occupied the frontlines, but other races appeared out of nowhere and attacked us. After the Verdant Tribe received help, we were defeated." The words of the messenger made the true leader of the Ghost King Army open his eyes. He was displeased and confused at the same time. "Other races?"
"That's right. There's one more thing." The messenger's breathing stopped. He did not dare to speak.
Seeing the messenger's expression, the General of the Ghost King Army frowned. He slowly got up and walked toward the messenger.
Every step he took was like a mountain trembling. The messenger felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar as his entire body trembled.
"Speak!"
"The Young Master is dead. All the clansmen who followed him were slaughtered."
As soon as the messenger finished speaking, the General grabbed the messenger and shoved him into the iron pot. At the same time, he broke the messenger's neck.
The General's eyes darkened. Even though his entire hand was in the iron pot, he did not seem to be able to feel the temperature of the boiling hot soup.
"How dare you kill my son! You must have a death wish!"
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