Chapter 450
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From a certain standpoint, Rorschach was unlucky.
His life had been split apart. The first half of his life was a science and technology civilization on Earth. His way of thinking, knowledge system, and professional skills were all technology-oriented. His social views, values, and worldview were all "idiots in a peaceful world."
For the second half of his life, ever since he was 16 years old, in the magical world of Aishi, he was a pure newbie … There was no need to repeat the process. He could throw away all his previous knowledge, ideas, and theories and start all over again.
From a certain standpoint, Rorschach was lucky.
He had two completely different lives and two completely different knowledge systems. This meant that he could sometimes think beyond the scope of his two lives. This meant that he could take out things that no one else could think of from his two separate knowledge systems.
"… When it comes to mass-producing war machines, it's still all about science and technology."
It was the same formula and the same thought process. A gigantic body was a solid physical force. When pure mass was raised to a certain height and then slammed back down, seemingly soft plants would be no different from rocks.
The top students of Starknight Academy were utterly defeated by the simplest, most primitive, ugliest, and most ancient war machine — the catapult.
This attack was like a child shooting a bird with a slingshot. It seemed childish and joyful, but it was far too cruel for the pitiful birds.
Rorschach didn't choose to use rocks. Instead, he chose to use the fragile melons as ammunition. However, this wasn't because Rorschach still felt pity for his fellow students.
Instead, it was because the melon seeds and juice that exploded from the melon seeds actually increased the damage area.
When a melon seed was larger than a person, the melon seeds with enough force would be able to pierce through walls and hills at high speed. This was no different from a mortar.
To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that every participant was wearing a safety shield that was said to be able to block a sixth-step attack after activation, Rorschach wouldn't have dared to use such a weapon.
The malicious designer had even added highly sticky fruit pulp and fruit juice into the swamp. The unlucky ones who were caught in the swamp would not only have to consider whether they were out of the game, but they would also have to struggle to get out of the sticky swamp.
There was probably no hope for the Alliance's ground forces. Rorschach's long-range heavy artillery's priority targets were not themselves.
The slope on which they stood, and the road along which they continued their charge, had first become a swamp of slime.
The most tragic thing was that if they stopped in their tracks, they would probably become stationary targets.
That's right, the lack of control was Rorschach's weakness. The new Nature Legion couldn't be precisely controlled, but as long as the attack range was large enough, there wouldn't be any need for fine control.
"The effect is better than expected."
Rorschach nodded silently, then put away the newly formed seeds of war machines and ammunition fruits.
With the wood spirit's natural gene bank as the foundation, and the giant treants as the breeding ground, it wouldn't be difficult to make custom-made fruits with some slight adjustments.
Just like the blueprint of the Steel Legion, with these custom-made and modular seeds, Rorschach would be able to create these war machines in a relatively short time.
Compared to the Steel Legion, which had to be explored by himself, the Nature Legion, which had wood spirit technology and ranger divine spells as the foundation, was actually more convenient and useful.
"Now, the real show is about to begin. The assault of the elites."
Narrowing his eyes, Rorschach looked at a small dot in the sky that had become even more conspicuous and nodded silently.
It was basically unrealistic to expect a wave of bombardment to destroy the enemy's core. The most suitable place for large war machines was to clear the cannon fodder and immobile city walls.
When the cannon fodder attracted the enemy's attention, the real main force would appear. Robins' performance so far seemed to be not bad. At least, Rorschach gave him a passing grade in his heart.
Canoes, hot air balloons, aerial battle demonic armor, flying air elementals — at least the abilities displayed by Robins were worthy of the title of an outstanding graduate of Starknight Academy.
"His weakness of lacking precise control doesn't seem to be fatal, but this means that as long as we're able to sneak up on him, he won't be able to save us in time. His other two weaknesses are fatal."
"That's right. Without a powerful personal guard, how will he be able to defend against our attacks?"
"… As for Rorschach, he's a wood spirit mixed-blood. His final and greatest weakness is his weak physical body, as well as his weak melee combat abilities."
"All army type job class members have this weakness. They don't have much time to strengthen themselves. But compared to mature army type job class members, Rorschach's weakness of not having any powerful personal guards and lack of control is even more fatal."
The situation on the ground didn't discourage the assault team. It was the opposite. The heavy catapults and primitive cannons lacked precision no matter how you looked at it. It was impossible for them to be used against the air.
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