After the maneuver, Phyllis, accompanied by Agatha, went to the lord's castle again.
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Walking into the office, Roland Wimbledon's expression was the same as last time. He did not show any complacency, as if it was just a trivial matter.
However, this time, she felt that the common person sitting behind the mahogany desk was much more important, and she unconsciously addressed him with an honorific. "Your Majesty, before contacting the Taquila witches, I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"Go ahead." Roland nodded.
"Can the defensive weapon you demonstrated be mass-produced?"
If the plan to find the Chosen One did not go well, the war with the demons would undoubtedly last for many years. If this weapon really needed nearly 10,000 common people to produce and the production rate could not increase, Neverwinter would still be faced with a bitter battle.
By then, she could also fight for more status for the Taquila survivors.
After all, the God's Punishment Army controlled by the witches was definitely a force to be reckoned with. When the Longsong Cannons could not kill the Siege Beasts coming from all directions, they would have to rely on the witches to fight their way out.
The king smiled. "First of all, I have to point out that the Longsong Cannons are not purely defensive weapons. Although it looks very heavy and difficult to be carried by manpower or livestock, it's not a problem for some vehicles. In fact, with a little improvement, it can be completely turned into a weapon that can be used both for offense and defense. "
"Carry... vehicles?" Phyllis repeated. Before she came to the castle, she had heard from Agatha that when she talked to His Majesty, she often used some awkward words, most of which were very straightforward. If she did not understand, she could directly ask and His Majesty would usually be happy to answer.
As expected, Roland rubbed his hands and said, "As long as it can carry it, for example, the simplest... three-masted sailboat can be regarded as a vehicle."
"But this kind of big boat can only sail in the Swirling Sea."
"I'm just giving an example. Neverwinter, which will have vehicles that can travel freely on land in the future, has already started to develop such a thing, although carrying the Longsong Cannons is probably just a sideline."
A war machine that can travel freely on the road and carry such a heavy load? However, from what the King had said, it did not seem like it was specially prepared for cannons. Just when she wanted to ask a few more questions, Roland had already continued, "As for the problem of production, when the new generation of processing tools is popularized, I believe it will cover the entire border wall within a year or two."
This answer made Phyllis inwardly gasp. Covering the city wall in a year or two? Even if it were catapults and ballistae, it was impossible to build so many of them in such a short period of time, right?
If that was the case, the surviving witches of Taquila would not be of much use.
This was a mixed answer. Perhaps their status would be lower than the other witch organizations, but … it was always better to have fewer casualties.
However, based on her previous experience, she decided not to raise any doubts and changed the topic.
"I understand, Your Majesty. The second question is, I noticed in the artillery drill that the last explosion did not seem to be caused by the Longsong Cannons. Is it the most lethal means that you have mastered so far? "
When she asked this question, Phyllis noticed a strange smile on Roland's face. "According to the technology that I have mastered, it can only be regarded as the lowest grade."
"The lowest … grade?" She said in surprise, "Can you make an explosion more violent than it?"
"Explosions are endless." Roland shook his head. "The second grade is the level of weapons that Neverwinter actually has at present, and the third grade is above it … At that level, it is not impossible to raze a city to the ground in one go."
Phyllis was completely stunned. She instinctively wanted to think that this statement was nonsense. Raze a city in one go? That was not a power that could be possessed by mortals or witches. Only God could do that. However, when she saw the strange gleam in Roland's eyes, she found that she could not easily deny this statement.
In the end, she could only lower her voice and ask, "What kind of weapon is it?"
Roland did not answer directly. Instead, he took a sip of tea and slowly said, "What do you think the scene of the last round of explosion looked like?"
"Does this have anything to do with my doubts?" She closed her eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "A new sun."
If the smoke and dust were seen as clouds, the rising orange fireball was undoubtedly the morning sun at dawn.
"That's right. It's just a red morning light. The third grade weapon is the real sun." Roland raised the corner of his mouth as if he was talking about a God-made item. "You can't look at it directly because it will burn your eyes. If you get too close to it, just the radiance will set you on fire. The temperature of its core can turn stones into gas, and the airwaves produced are strong enough to collapse a house. "
This description made Phyllis shudder. She could no longer tell whether the man was exaggerating or telling the truth. "Then how can we make it?"
"We have to complete two epic-level tasks. One is called Resplendent Radiation, and the other is called The Distance of the Sun, and …"
"Your Majesty!" Agatha interrupted him with a frown.
"Please don't talk in your sleep at this time." Nightingale's voice also came into Phyllis's ears.
Epic-Level task? Resplendent Radiation? She found that she did not understand a word. She looked at Agatha, who spread out her hands helplessly.
"Ahem, anyway, it's very complicated, so I need more witches to advance the research and accelerate the technological development of Neverwinter." Roland coughed twice. "Of course, the things you found in the ruins may be helpful, so I hope to have a deeper discussion as soon as possible."
Phyllis looked at the king with mixed feelings and then took off the ring in her hand. "As promised, I'll contact Pasha and other survivors for you. When I crush this five-colored stone, they will be able to sense my location. However, I'm afraid it will take one or two days for them to talk to me directly … Because I don't know when Pasha will be able to prepare the magic core. "
"Can we talk anywhere?"
"Yes, but if conditions permit, it's better to talk in a spacious place."
"Well... then crush the Magic Stone in the reception hall, so it'll be more formal," Roland said to Agatha. "Take her there."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After leaving the office, Phyllis took a deep breath.
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