From the very beginning, there was no reason for hesitation in the operation against Tanzania Town.
All signs indicated that the minions of the All-End Society had indeed entered the town, and Gwen, who had long understood the dark cult, did not have the naive idea that he could rest easy because the fire did not reach here. He understood the philosophy of the dark cult — all things will eventually perish, no matter what race or thing, and the so-called vitality and vitality were only the path to destruction and the light. They used twisted theories to explain the original Druil philosophy of nature, and regarded death as the ultimate goal of life. In this regard, they were even more extreme and crazy than the infamous school of necromancy.
They believed that the undead were also "alive", and that even the undead should "die". Even the gods of death worshipped by the school of necromancy should "die". Their thoughts were so extreme that they could scare other cultists.
No one knew why the Druil cult, which originally worshipped life and nature, would split and degenerate into such a dark organization, but there was no doubt that once the All-End Society was active, it would inevitably cause unimaginable panic and death.
Tanzania Town was too close to the new Cecil territory. If the lunatics really intended to create a plague in the town, and use Tanzania Town as a "magic material" to hold an evil ritual, then the new Cecil territory downstream of the Whitewater River would become the second victim.
But now the Cecil territory did not have the ability to directly send an army to Tanzania Town to solve the problem. In fact, Gwen did not intend to do so himself. Since the situation was not clear, he decided to lead two or three of his best men to explore the situation first.
It was not a wise decision for the lord to personally go into the danger zone, but there was no other way. Gwen had too few high-end forces at his disposal, and under the situation that there might be middle-grade cultists in Tanzania Town, he had to go himself.
The explosion at the docks was blocked by Gwen in time, and did not spread throughout the camp. Everything in the territory was operating as usual. The steel factory was smelting ingots, the brick kiln was firing bricks, and the furnace area was producing explosive crystals. The new serfs and slave workers were relieving the fatigue of the journey in their new tents, and with surprise and confusion, they learned about the new law and order of the land.
Gwen had already made preparations to go to Tanzania Town.
He brought along Knight Philip and Amber, as well as Pitman, who was more familiar with Druil's spells. The territory was left to Heti and Rebecca to look after. Although the territory had expanded a lot, and now there was a large increase in the population, a level-three mage and a level-three fireball launcher, plus a hundred combat soldiers were enough to control and protect the rear. Even if there was an emergency, there was still an iron ball to help.
Although Nicholas was a bit of a coward, his actual combat ability was strong. As long as there was enough metal around, he could perform a Ten Thousand Swords on the spot. If there was no other way, he could fly up and give the invaders a Justice from Heaven. So Gwen was very assured of his hometown.
At the bank of the White Water, Gwen and the rest were checking their belongings and the condition of their horses. They were going to ride to Tanzania Town, which was faster than going upstream by boat, and they could use the forest along the way as cover to avoid alerting the cultists.
Heti saw them off at the bank of the river. She looked a little worried. "Ancestor, please be sure to be safe. The cultists are strange and ruthless. You must not be harmed by their tricks."
Knight Philip, who was beside Gwen, suddenly patted his breastplate, his whole body was brimming with fighting spirit. "Please be assured! I will swear on the honour of the Knight to protect the safety of the Duke! "
"Don't be ridiculous. You can't beat me." Gwen looked at the young man who was easily hot-blooded. "And when dealing with the cultists, I'm afraid of your one-track mind. Honest people are the easiest to fool, you know?"
Knight Philip thought for a moment. "My lord is right. I still have some shortcomings. I still need to practice."
Gwen felt that the young man did not understand at all …
At this time, Heti frowned and turned to look in the direction of the camp. "Why isn't Rebecca here yet?"
Amber, who was fiddling with her dagger in boredom, looked up. "She said she had prepared something for us and asked us to wait. But if we wait any longer, I'm afraid the cultists will have settled down in Tanzania Town."
Her tone was full of resentment, but the main resentment was because she was dragged to face the cultists head-on, which made the half-elf, who was usually timid and full of nonsense, very unhappy.
Although Gwen had said several times that the task was left to himself, Amber and the rest only needed support …
Not long after Amber's voice trailed off, Rebecca's voice rang from the distance. "Ancestor! Ancestor! I'm here! I'm here! "
Gwen looked in the direction of the voice and saw a Level 3 Fireball Launcher running all the way from the distance. Rebecca was holding her iron staff in one hand and a heavy bag in the other. She was running and jumping all the way.
She ran to Gwen in one breath and gasped for breath. "I'm … I'm sorry … I've made you wait …"
"If you wait any longer, the cultists will have babies in Tanzania Town!" Amber glared with her hands on her waist. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I've prepared something that you may need." Rebecca managed to catch her breath and opened the big bag in her hand. She took out the things inside. "I was going to report the results to the ancestor, but I didn't expect this to happen. It's a good opportunity to test it in battle …"
When the bag was opened, several curious eyes fell on the things that Rebecca took out. It was a neat metal box of the same size.
They were made of the most common cast iron, and the shape was particularly neat. The size was slightly bigger than Gwen's impression of a cigarette box. There was a protruding metal on the side of the box, which seemed to be an iron bar inserted into the box. At the top of the box, there was a protruding structure that seemed to be able to be pressed down.
Gwen seemed to have thought of something, but he was still not sure. "This is …"
"Didn't you ask me to think of a way to delay the detonation of the rune trigger?" Rebecca rambled. "Actually, I've already designed it, but the structure is very delicate and not easy to process. It can't be mass produced, but now I have a helper …"
Gwen did not wait for her to finish before he realized what she was going to say. "Is this done by Egg Nicholas?"
"Yes, it's done by Egg Nicholas!" Rebecca nodded vigorously. "I gave him the design, and he processed it in a short while. In fact, if he had more time, he could have made a lot of them. "
Design … a lot of them …
Gwen looked at the metal box in his hand. It was so perfect, so neat, the neat lines and the flat surface even had the unique beauty of industrial products on Earth. Every shape and size was exactly the same. If an ordinary blacksmith or rune craftsman were to do it, how long would it take for them to process these things?
The Iron Ball Man was indeed a cheater.
Their race was indeed a bunch of cheaters.
As long as the basic design was completed and the basic raw materials were supplied, the original design could be turned into a product at the speed of light. If he was given 200 Iron Balls, he would not be able to build an industrial base. He would just jump straight into the space age.
But Gwen quickly suppressed the urge to complain. He curiously asked Rebecca, "How did you do the delay?"
"Gears, springs, and connecting rods." Rebecca seemed to have expected Gwen to ask, so she had specially prepared an uninstalled delay device. "Look, this is it. It's very simple."
Gawain lowered his head and was dumbfounded. 'A stable and reliable reduction gear and escapement …'
So this dumb roe deer was actually a transmigrator!
Heti's face was very strange. "How … how did you get these things in your head?"
"The mechanical structure of the magic engine designed by the ancestor, and when he explained the various mechanical principles to me, I studied them carefully!" Rebecca blinked innocently. "And I used to like these mechanical structures very much. Auntie, you know that."
Yes, because she could not learn other spells, she worked hard to study all kinds of magic gears, trying to use machinery to make up for her lack of magic. Heti still remembered clearly how Rebecca drew a wall of levers and transmission wheels on her bedroom wall when her peers were busy drawing castles, flowers, Knight, and the prince on paper. And how she was chased all over the castle after that.
Gwen did not have time to study the dumb roe deer's brain. Instead, he asked the most important question. "How's the reliability?"
"I've tested it several times. In all kinds of environments, including high temperature, immersion in water, and falling to the ground, it doesn't affect it. At least, it won't explode prematurely. The iron bar next to it is a safety lock. It can only be used after pulling it out. Then, you press the little bump on the top and the inside will start to spin. In five seconds, it will explode. If you don't pull the safety lock, unless you throw it from a height of dozens of meters and the angle of the fall is just right, it will never explode. Because the rune trigger is stuck in the safety lock, it can't touch the detonation circle inside the shell at all. "
Facing such a Rebecca, Gwen could only twitch the corner of his mouth. "… I'll praise you when we come back."
Gwen and the other three left the White River with the newly completed trial weapon, the 'Crystal Grenade', which had not yet been tested on the battlefield. They rode fast and disappeared from Heti and Rebecca's sight.
After they disappeared, Rebecca looked at Heti cautiously. "Auntie, what the ancestors said just now was not sarcastic, right?"
"Why was it sarcastic?" Heti did not understand at first.
Rebecca scratched her hair. "Didn't they say 'I'll teach you a lesson when we get home'?"
Heti was stunned. She could not help but rub Rebecca's hair with a smile. "Of course it's not sarcastic. We were too narrow-minded to see your talent."
"… It's not sarcastic?"
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