I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Chapter 268: Dawn Wings (9600 words) Chapter 266: Chapter 268: Dawn Wings (9600 words) “Alchemy Bomb manufacturing is finished?”

Lide's eyes sparkled with surprise.

From the beginning until now, the goblins had been in Dawn City for half a month, and finally, they had produced results.

At present, the Alchemy Factory was still under construction, but the temporary settlement assigned to the goblins had not been idle; the Alchemy Bombs were being produced amidst tension.

Just because they lacked so many tools and raw materials, and everything had to be started from scratch, the goblins, despite being extremely familiar with Alchemy Bombs, still couldn't produce them so quickly.

Receiving this good news now made Lide's mood greatly improve.

After the King's Blade was formed, he had sufficient manpower; he just waited for the Alchemy Bombs to be ready so that he could start assembling the magic version of the air force that he had planned.

This was going to be an epoch-making milestone for Dawn City.

Moreover, Alchemy Bombs weren't just for military use; they could be used in civilian life for mining ores, building bridges, and road construction… and so on, with diverse applications that could greatly promote productivity.

“Take me there immediately.”

Lide couldn't contain his excitement, standing up and heading to the goblins' temporary settlement with Harrison.

“Yes, Clan Leader.”

Harrison looked at Lide, who was in high spirits, and felt very pleased himself; as the head of City Hall, he was more than clear on the use of Alchemy Bombs.

Because the Alchemy Factory was not yet finished, in order not to delay the research progress, Lide divided a small area on the edge of the South City District as the goblin's research location.

For safety, he even cleared out the surrounding residents, turning this area into a no-entry zone.

Transforming into a bat, Lide flitted through the city, taking less than a minute to arrive at the goblin settlement with Harrison.

Surrounded by temporarily built high walls, the guarded figures of the patrol were seen from time to time, making the place resemble a prison more than a site for Alchemy Bomb production.

Upon seeing Lide, the patrol at the entrance of the high wall saluted in unison and hurriedly opened the tightly closed gates for Lide and Harrison to enter.

Behind the high walls were more than a dozen three-story buildings with bluestone floors; this area was previously a residential area but was temporarily repurposed for the goblins' research facility because it was uninhabited.

At this moment, hundreds of green-skinned goblins were bustling in and out of the corridors.

Just after stepping through the gate, Lide had yet to take a good look around when an excited voice rang out.

“Your Highness, the Grey Mountain Tribe welcomes your arrival; we have made the Alchemy Bomb!!”

Lide looked up to see over a hundred small green-skinned creatures standing in the cleared space behind the wall, obviously waiting for his arrival.

Among them, an old goblin with a green staff and a face full of scars was particularly noticeable, because the goblin was holding an Alchemy Bomb the size of a basketball minus two sizes.

The bomb's shell, resembling a tortoise shell, with green inscriptions twisting all over, and pointed ears for the handle, all these distinctive marks undeniably declared it a goblin masterpiece.

Lide approached with curiosity but suddenly, as if remembering something, waved his hand, and a faint Dragon Scale Shield appeared around him.

He hadn't forgotten Moer's words–the Second Circle Alchemy Bombs were unstable and prone to explode.

Although this time the production was for a First Circle Alchemy Bomb, this was the first production, and safety was not guaranteed.

He definitely didn't want to be blown into an idiot by this thing.

“Is this just newly produced?”

Lide examined the Alchemy Bomb, about the same size as Moer's head, with great interest.

“Yes, Your Highness, this is the first Alchemy Bomb we produced!!”

Moer was dancing with excitement.

He had been under a lot of pressure recently; the smart goblin knew his value, and if they couldn't produce Alchemy Bombs quickly, their importance in Lide's eyes could plummet.

That was something Moer simply couldn't tolerate.

“Can we test its power now?” Lide was eager to try.

“Of course, as long as you wish.” Moer patted his chest proudly, the old goblin radiating self-confidence and arrogance.

Lide nodded, a bit curious, and checked the attributes of the Alchemy Bomb.

Alchemy Bomb
Quality: First Circle
Introduction: Goblin-made, with decent power, the shell causes significant damage after the explosion.

The introduction is simple and reveals no issues, nor can we discern the specific power without conducting an explosive test firsthand for a more direct understanding.

He gestured to the Bloodline guard following behind him.

“Go, take it outside to the plains and test it.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

After receiving the Alchemy Bomb, the Bloodline guard and their group headed straight to the plains outside the courtyard.

This was the edge of the South City District, and right outside the gate was an open space, eliminating the need to find another location for the experiment.

Lide was excited but with a hint of anticipation.

Although he had previously tested an Alchemy Bomb, that one was brought from Green City by Grot, this time was different.

This Alchemy Bomb was produced within Dawn City.

The implications were significant.

If the explosive test was successful, it would mean that Dawn City now officially possessed the capability to produce Alchemy Bombs, a powerful weapon in his arsenal.

Moer sensed the excitement on Lide's face and felt thrilled inside. The more Lide valued the Alchemy Bombs, the better life would be for them goblins.

Over the past half month, Moer had experienced the exhilarating sensation of being supported unconditionally.

Any materials the goblins needed were delivered to him right away, without him having to worry about anything; his only task was to focus on studying Alchemy Bombs.

Compared to the destitute life in the Grey Mountain Tribe where they lacked even food, living in Dawn City was simply paradise.

He even felt a strange sentiment: if he had to make the choice between returning to the Grey Mountain Tribe or staying in Dawn City, his heart's scales tipped towards Dawn City at this moment.

The city was attracting him with a unique charm, irresistible.

“We can start now!”

Lide waved his hand at the Bloodline guard flying with the Alchemy Bomb above, eyes full of expectation.

Harrison, standing behind, was also excitedly watching the scene. If this experiment succeeded, from today on, Dawn City would reach a new level.

This was a moment that would be etched in the history books of Dawn City.

Upon receiving the order, the Bloodline guard no longer hesitated, pulled the pointed ear-like pull ring on the Alchemy Bomb, and dropped it from a low altitude of a hundred blades.

As everyone watched, the black speck plummeted rapidly and then–
Boom–
Flames erupted and thick smoke rose from the grass, with clods of dirt and grass shooting up tens of blades high.

The roaring of the explosion, like thunder overhead, made their ears buzz even from a distance of hundreds of blades.

The ground shuddered intensely, and a goblin was so startled that he trembled and fell, ending up with a mouthful of grass.

Then an air wave blasted from the center of the explosion,
Boom–
Crackle–
Gale-force winds surged, bending the surrounding grass like wheat in autumn.

Lide had experience and raised his Dragon Scale Shield, unaffected by the massive air wave.

The goblins around, on the other hand, grimaced as they were pelted by the pebble-laden gusts.

“Hahaha…”

Seeing the thick smoke rising from the center of the explosion, Lide couldn't contain his joy and laughed heartily.

“Good, well done!”

As the smoke began to clear, Lide immediately led everyone forward.

Arriving at the explosion site, the center had been turned into a large bowl-shaped pit, seven or eight blade-widths across and three blade-lengths deep.

The surrounding soil was blasted away, and the ignited roots were hissing, emitting thick smoke.

The smell of the mud and grass combined with the odor of the gunpowder, creating a peculiar and pungent aroma in the air.

“Not bad, quite good,” said Lide, greatly satisfied by the scene before him. The alchemy bomb hastily put together by the goblins hadn't lost any of its power.

It fully met his expectations.

Turning to the Goblin Chief whose face had been disfigured by Dragon Breath, Lide asked impatiently.

“Moer, can we mass produce alchemy bombs on a large scale now?”

A wry smile crossed Moer's face.

“Your Majesty, to mass-produce alchemy bombs, we need a stable production environment. Our current location is too small; at present, we can only produce a maximum of 100 alchemy bombs per day…”

100 bombs?

Lide nodded, acknowledging that although the figure was far from his initial expectation, it was barely enough for now.

After all, his air force had not yet fully formed and was still in the preparatory stage.

As he was considering this, Lide realized he had overlooked a critical issue, “Moer, what is the cost of a First Circle alchemy bomb?”

He had been eager to see the finished product but had forgotten to ask this key point.

The cost of mass-produced goods is always crucial. If the cost is too high, the alchemy bombs might not be as effective as he imagined.

Upon hearing this question, Moer's face displayed a hint of embarrassment.

“Your Majesty, due to the high energy density magic crystal stones required for alchemy bombs, the price is slightly more expensive.

A First Circle alchemy bomb costs 25 Gold Pucks…”

25 Gold Pucks?

Lide's brow furrowed slightly; the cost was indeed higher than he had anticipated.

Looking back at the large pit, he immediately felt reassured.

However, the price to create an alchemy bomb, which had the power to surpass Second Circle spells and could barely match Three Circle spells, was completely worth it.

But this meant he would have to work harder to earn more money in the future.

“Why does it seem that no matter how much money I earn, it's never enough?” Lide couldn't help feeling a bit helpless.

Half a month ago, he had completed a trade with the Centaur Tribe, acquiring 13,000 pieces of Wilderness Rhinoceros Skin and made a hefty profit.

Each piece of Wilderness Rhinoceros Skin could be used to create at least five magic scrolls, which equates to 65,000 magic scrolls.

Excluding the cost, each magic scroll could bring a profit of 9 to 6 Gold Pucks, depending on whether it's retail or wholesale.

Even taking a median value of 7 Gold Pucks, once the Crimson Mage Tower had produced them, he would earn at least 455,000 Gold Pucks in profit.

Of course, it might take the Crimson Mage Tower one to two months to process this batch of magic materials.

Compared to this, producing an alchemy bomb costs 25 Gold Pucks, and the profit from this venture would not even total 20,000 bombs… It seemed he wasn't earning as much as he had thought.

Although his ability to earn money had greatly increased, Lide always felt there were pits everywhere draining his funds.

As his estate grew bigger and his income increased, the monthly expenses also surged wildly.

The magic material consumption at Dawn Mage Tower, the urban development of Dawn City, the salaries of the military and City Hall employees, the monthly logistical supplies for the Lion Tribe, the routine expenses of the Crimson Mage Tower, the construction of the Ancient Alchemy Magic Array…

After briefly contemplating, Lide felt overwhelmed. It was only thanks to the invincible earning power of the Magic Factory that he could sustain these gold-devouring behemoths.

If the power wanted to develop healthily, it would have to rely on economic strength.

Seeing Lide's brow knit tightly, Moer spoke nervously.

“Your Majesty, if we scale up production, we can slightly reduce the costs. Perhaps later it could go down to 24, no, 23 Gold Pucks each…”

Lide gestured dismissively, “Don't worry, you just need to quickly restore our large-scale production capacity. I'll take care of the rest.”

The power of Alchemy Bombs was more than a dozen times stronger than that of First Circle Magic Scrolls of the same level, and so, while costly, the price of Alchemy Bombs wasn't unacceptable.

Hearing Lide's calm words, Moer heaved a huge sigh of relief. The cost had indeed been restricting the widespread use of Alchemy Bombs.

In fact, it wasn't just Alchemy Bombs; everything related to Alchemy was incredibly expensive, which was why the art of Alchemy was increasingly in decline.

Those without money couldn't afford research, and the wealthy Nobles would rather learn Magic, which was no less potent and had higher social standing. Who would bother with Alchemy, which had barely any presence?

Moreover, this thing was unstable. Trying to research Alchemy Bombs was no less risky than improving Magic; one could be sent sky-high at any moment.

Thus, despite its potent output, this high-risk profession was rarely valued due to its low cost-effectiveness.

“When you are making First Circle Alchemy Bombs, you also have to research Second Circle and Three Circle Alchemy Bombs, especially the Second Circle Alchemy Bombs. It's imperative to eliminate the critical flaw of instability.”

Lide didn't give Moer time to catch his breath, issuing another command.

“Additionally, this batch of Alchemy Bombs will ultimately be mounted on Magic Language Bats, which you have seen. I need a harness that can carry Alchemy Bombs.

I will have the Dwarves work with you on this project.”

Although the manufacturing of Alchemy Bombs had been successful, the formation of the Air Force was far from accomplished.

The first issue was how to mount these Alchemy Bombs on the Magic Language Bats.

This was the most central and critical issue.

They couldn't just use a basket to carry ten or so Alchemy Bombs and have someone throw them down from a basket on their back, could they?

That would be too absurd.

They would be like sitting ducks for the enemy's aerial units.

Therefore, it was essential to develop equipment that could carry Alchemy Bombs without affecting the flight of Magic Language Bats.

And this process required Goblins and Dwarves' cooperation.

“Yes, Your Highness. We will certainly work hard to cooperate with the Dwarves.”

Moer, the smart old Goblin, was not vague. He knew Lide's plan and dared not drag his feet at this time.

“Harrison, make a detailed record of this matter, and also get me all the data on the Magic Language Bats, as well as the Alchemy Bomb data after coordinating with Moer, and hand it over to me. I need to go into seclusion.”

Harrison, standing behind, immediately nodded and responded.

Two Sunshine Hours later, Lide announced a brief seclusion after receiving the data he wanted. He then went to his estate and returned to Earth.

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Earth.

Lide opened his eyes, and the snowy white ceiling of his room made him a bit dizzy.

He casually grabbed his phone and shook his head helplessly at several missed calls.

He had things to deal with on both sides, and he couldn't be in two places at once.

He called back.

“Mr. Li, aren't you being too easy-going? How long has it been since you last came to Crimson Moon…”

Zhao Yue couldn't help but complain to her boss upon receiving Lide's call.

Now she really understood; Lide hardly cared for Crimson Moon at all.

He always came and went in a hurry, at most issuing a few tasks. The rest of the time, he didn't care about Crimson Moon at all.

This made her, the deputy head, both happy and frustrated–happy because she had great power and could develop Crimson Moon according to her expectations,
But frustrated because she was so devoted, yet the owner of the company didn't care at all, giving her a sense of defeat.

If it weren't for Lide's generous salary, she really wondered whether she would still be so enthusiastic.

This is your company, boss!

“The company has Mr. Zhao, right? What's up, is there something you need from me this time?”

“Didn't you ask me last time to help you look for an assistant…”

Lide nodded in realization, “That's right, do you have a suitable candidate?”

“Yes, I have a friend's daughter. She is a genuine graduate from Beijing University with a degree in Human Resource Management, very capable in her professional skills, and has a positive and earnest work attitude…”

“Good, I'll head to the club right away, and I also have a new task for you.”

Lide, not one to dawdle, hung up the phone, took out his notebook, and drew a few diagrams with a signing pen. Afterward, he took a shower, changed clothes, and took a taxi to the former Sword and Shield Club, now called Crimson Moon.

Dressed in a black hip-hugging suit and high heels, Zhao Yue, ripe like a juicy peach, was already waiting at the entrance of Crimson Moon.

Following close by was a girl with an average figure and a round, plump face.

Upon getting out of the car, Lide saw the two of them, the corners of his mouth curving up into a habitual smile as he greeted Zhao Yue.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Zhao.”

His gaze fleetingly sized up the girl next to Zhao Yue. She had an academic air about her, her figure and appearance only slightly better than average, nowhere near as remarkable as his own little maid.

This must be the assistant Zhao Yue found.

A strange feeling arose in Lide's heart, the saying goes a secretary for work, and for no work…

But obviously, that was not going to happen now. Indeed, I'm a decent man.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Li,” Zhao Yue greeted, her eyes flickering with admiration at the elegantly posed figure in front of her, handsome and noble as if descended from a thousand-year-old royal lineage.

Although she had seen Lide countless times, the noble aura he exuded never ceased to amaze her.

Could this be the scion of some major financial group or family? His demeanor was too perfect.

The girl beside Zhao Yue greeted Lide in a composed manner.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Li, my name is Cheng Lu, and I am here to apply for the position of your assistant.”

Lide nodded slightly, “Good, let's go inside and talk.”

The three of them arrived at Lide's office, which was spotlessly clean and tidy even though its owner was hardly there.

They sat down, and tea was served.

Observing Lide, who sat back relaxed on the sofa across from her, Zhao Yue couldn't help but feel the urge to make a comment.

“Mr. Li, shouldn't you take some time to manage the company as well?”

Lide looked at his mature, ripe female deputy with a slight smile, “Isn't this good? I've entrusted all the power to you, and now Crimson Moon can be built according to your wishes.”

Zhao Yue felt somewhat irritated, “You've already set the direction, what else is there for me to build?”

Although Lide wasn't hands-on, he had already clarified the development direction of Crimson Moon.

So even though Zhao Yue was managing the company, she could only follow the path Lide had set, unable to deviate. He held the real control of the situation in his hands.

Lide laughed, “This is the time to test your capabilities.

How is my trident shaping up? Any issues that need resolving?”

The Professional Player Department, Data Analysis Department, and a Game Chamber of Commerce constituted the trident he had initially created.

It might not look impressive yet, because the game wasn't officially open for service, and there was no need for such a massive department structure at the moment.

Just setting the framework for now, and it wouldn't be too late to expand once the game launched.

As the conversation turned to serious matters, Zhao Yue's expression became grave.

“Everything is progressing smoothly. We've recruited a large number of professional players from the esports school, and the number of professional players has now exceeded 400.”

Due to the rapid development of the gaming industry, being a professional player was no longer seen as a sign of irresponsibility in the eyes of parents; it had become a legitimate profession.

Most professional players earned a salary comparable to office workers or white-collar workers. Only star gamers could command hundreds of thousands or even millions, much like a company's senior executives, but those were few and far between.

So, maintaining a roster of 400 professional players wasn't too much of a burden for Crimson Moon.

“As for the Data Analysis Center, thanks to your generous financial injection, one-third of it has already been completed, and it is expected to be operational before 'Glory' launches.

However, in terms of personnel, the Data Analysis Center has already reached 300 people. If necessary, we can double that number within two months.”

“The Game Commodity Trading Center currently has a workforce of 100. Since 'Glory' hasn't been launched yet, they're mostly operating in a few previous games, but we can quickly increase our manpower if needed.”

Lide nodded. These were reserves of talent for the initial phase. Once the game server goes live, he planned to recruit a large number of employees to conquer 'Glory'.

The so-called game was not as simple as just a game.

“Have we found any experienced executives to manage player guilds?”

Zhao Yue smiled confidently, “We have five candidates, and we are currently negotiating with three of them.”

“Very good, we need to prioritize this. After the launch of 'Glory,' we'll inevitably establish large guilds, and that will require professionals to manage them.”

Lide was pleased with Zhao Yue's work. Afterwards, he and the mature deputy director talked for over an hour about company affairs, going through everything that had happened during the Crimson Moon period.

He felt more confident about this rarely managed force and had a clearer direction for future development.

Crimson Moon's position in Lide's strategy was to integrate Earth's resources to provide information and player support within 'Glory,' a role that would become increasingly important in the future.

After discussing some administrative matters, Lide called over Liu Fei, the head of the Data Analysis Department.

Liu Fei, a balding man in his thirties who looked to be in his early forties, was a leading figure in the Data Analysis Department with extremely strong working capabilities, greatly admired by Lide.

“Mr. Li, Mr. Zhao.”

Liu Fei dressed sharply, wearing a checkered shirt with a suit, and his pair of black leather shoes shone brightly.

His programmer's attire brought a knowing smile to Lide's face as he pulled out several blueprints, which not only included diagrams but detailed data as well, including that of Magic Language Bats, Alchemy Bombs, and steel parameters.

“This is a significant task I received in 'Glory,' requiring the design of equipment for a Demon Beast NPC to carry Alchemy Bombs…”

Then Lide detailed what requirements the Magic Language Bats had for carrying Alchemy Bombs.

“You and the Data Analysis Department will need to create models for this research. Make sure you design a perfect ammunition-carrying equipment.

If you can't find a solution or encounter insolvable problems, feel free to contact external experts, even consult professors who specialize in aerodynamics or those with similar design experience to join the research.

I'll approve ten million in funding for you, and if that's not enough, we can add more…”

Although the goblins and dwarves were designing the ammo carrier armor, Lide didn't intend to just sit back and wait for them; he decided to utilize Earth's resources for the development.

This time was different from previous designs. Both the Magic Language Bats and the Alchemy Bombs had very detailed data, and when it came to bomb-throwing research, Earth's technology reserves were certainly superior to those of Glory.

After all, on that side was a Magic World, where thinking leans towards magic, while Earth is a world of science, where more problems are solved through technology.

The difference between the two is that one needs to make sense, while the other does not.

The mindset in Glory is to keep trying–if something doesn't work, bring in a higher-level Forging Master, apply higher-level magic, and force something impossible to become possible. If it truly doesn't work, it's not because it defies law but because the level of magic isn't high enough.

Earth, on the other hand, relies on science for design. If something doesn't work, it's because our approach is wrong, and we need to find another way.

Both ways of thinking have their strengths and weaknesses, but he can take the best of both worlds and integrate their technologies.

In the end, it would only cost some money, and money was precisely what he had in abundance at the moment, despite his extensive expenses.

Investing in the Air Force of Dawn City was of paramount importance, so any additional investment was undoubtedly justified and well worth it.

“Also, since 'Glory' is a world of magic, if you encounter unavoidable and insolvable problems during your research, discuss them with me first.

What Earth can't solve, perhaps 'Glory' can with magic.”

Liu Fei nodded, seriously reviewing the several clear portraits of the Magic Language Bats and various data that lay on the table.

A moment later, the head of the technical department was confident.

“Mr. Li, designing an equipment capable of dropping bombs should not be difficult. However, if you can provide us with detailed data feedback as soon as the design is complete, we can refine it to be even more perfect.”

“That's fine. During this time, my assistant Cheng Lu will coordinate with you,” Lide looked at Cheng Lu, who had been following the conversation respectfully, beside Zhao Yue.

He had just had a chat with this plump-faced girl, and he was fairly impressed by her. She was straightforward with broad insights, and since she came recommended by Zhao Yue, he decided to confirm her as his assistant.

“Cheng Lu, you'll follow up on this. Report to me on your progress every day at noon.

Mr. Zhao, from now on, unless it's a major issue, you can reach out to me between noon and one o'clock.”

Lide thought it best to set a fixed time to communicate with Earth.

During this period, the Crimson Moon has played no small role in both the process of refining magic and in guiding players to participate in the battles of Risier City. As a result, its status in his heart had gradually risen several ranks.

Every day, he reserved one hour on Earth, which meant Glory had to emerge once every three days–a frequency he could entirely accept.

Before his body was affected, he actually needed to return to Earth every day to deal with physiological needs.

“Very well, Mr. Li.”

After a brief meeting, Lide stayed a few more hours within the Crimson Moon and finally left work along with his employees at the end of the business day.

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In Dawn City, seven to eight hours had passed on Earth, and it was already the second day for Glory.

December 17, drawing ever closer to Frost Month, the weather began to dip into a trough, and the construction efficiency of various projects had slightly decreased.

Nonetheless, everything was still moving in the right direction.

In a residential area adjacent to the City Hall in the South City District, inside a three-story building,
“Lord Oli, can my son participate in the King's Blade?

Please, beg the interviewer on our behalf, we all hail from Eric Town, right? With the high esteem in which you're held by Kachar City Lord, you must have a way, right?”

Lide's only fanatic believer, Oli, looked somewhat troubled at the black-clothed aunt before him.

“Aunt Gina, the King's Blade is a department personally commanded by Kachar himself, and this time the selection is also managed by himself.

No one can deceive him… You better not think of taking any shortcuts, and besides, your son might not even be rejected…”

Hearing this, the robustly built aunt showed a hint of disappointment on her face, but she also knew that the recruitment of the army for the King's Blade was an order directly issued by Kachar City Lord.

The people at the City Hall had said that this time Kachar City Lord was going to form a Sky Cavalry unit that would engage in combat riding Magic Language Bats–hence the selection would be exceptionally strict.

Sky Cavalry.

What an honorable name that was. Out in the wider world, she had heard of Green City's Pegasus Knight Order–each knight in it was a noble lord with a knight's title.

If her son could join this newly formed Sky Knight Order, perhaps he too could receive a reward from Kachar City Lord.

Alas… it was too difficult. The competition was so fierce it was indescribable.

After Aunt Gina left, full of disappointment, Oli let out a slight sigh of relief.

Even after becoming a Holy Light Bloodline, Oli, who was originally a resident of Eric Town, always cared deeply for his former friends.

In the past, when the residents of Eric had asked for his help, he would do whatever he could to assist.

But in this matter, he was powerless because the selection was personally managed by Kachar himself.

And even if he could help, he would have refused. Anything that wasn't beneficial to Dawn City and Kachar himself, Oli would staunchly prevent.

“Lord Oli, Kachar City Lord summons you…”

Just then, an excited young patrol team member ran into the house from outside, shouting with eager anticipation.

A flicker of barely concealed surprise crossed Oli's eyes.

“Really?”

“Of course, Chairman Harrison himself told me!” the young man was quite excited, “Lord Oli, do you think this summons from Kachar City Lord has something to do with the Sky Cavalry?

Maybe you can lead a newly formed Sky Cavalry unit!

As a hero who emerged victorious from the Hero Selection Contest, you're sure to be granted this precious opportunity!”

Oli's eyes blazed with fervor, filled with longing.

Lord Kachar, have you acknowledged me?

As a fanatic believer of Lide, Oli had been receiving focused training since he became a Bloodline, and throughout the year, not only had he been studying magic intensely every day, he had also participated in several great battles and performed exceptionally on the battlefield.

In the battle of Dwarf Valley, he single-handedly slew 112 Beastmen, ranking first among all Fourth Generation Bloodline members, surpassing the second by 30, and was awarded the Silver Glory Medal.

Lide divided the medals of honor in Dawn City into the Iron Medal, Silver Medal, Gold Medal, and Dawn Medal.

The requirement for awarding the Silver Medal was valor in battle, killing numerous enemies, and making significant contributions.

Clearly, as a Fourth Generation Bloodline who could kill hundreds of beastmen alone, Oli was more than qualified for the honor.

At this point, Oli had become a leading figure among the Fourth Generation Bloodline, commanding a Hundred-man Squad in the King's Blade.

When Lide saw his own fanatic believer, his expression was one of satisfaction.

He had witnessed Oli's growth, during which he had not intervened directly too much, only providing a lot of resources for his training.

As for whether the other party could succeed, he did not go out of his way to correct.

But this fanatical City Lord had indeed given him a pleasant surprise and was a talent worth investing more in nurturing.

The second and third generation Bloodlines, being all too familiar with him, could almost never come to worship him.

As for Oli still worshipping him after becoming a Bloodline, that was a refutation.

Although the second and third generation Bloodline were loyal to him, because they were familiar with all his past, they did not have that sense of mystery that outsiders have when looking at him, and thus they could not worship him.

The new Fourth Generation Bloodline were all his believers because they had little contact with him; they were the residents who later became Bloodline through the initial embrace.

In their eyes, Lide still maintained his mystery and dignity, which then inspired their worship.

A divine being is divine not just because of their might but also due to the vast distance and inscrutable mystery. Once the aura of mystery is lost, it's tough to regain that faith.

“Your Highness, your most loyal believer offers you the humblest of greetings.”

Oli bowed deeply to Lide with a fervent expression, his eyes filled with devotion, as if worshipping his own god.

It was this great being that had changed Eric Town, allowing them to live a dreamlike life.

It was this great being who had redeemed him, giving him a purpose to live.

It was this great being that showed him hope and dazzling glory.

Lide nodded slightly, “Oli, I've seen your performance during this period.

Through your sweat and effort, you've proven your capabilities to me.”

He paused for a moment, then continued as he looked at Oli, who was incredibly excited to receive his approval, “I am about to establish Dawn City's Air Cavalry Corps.

And you will become the first commander of this cavalry corps.”

Lide's eyes were profound, with a touch of a father's kindness. This was, after all, his only fanatical believer. Since he had shown promising potential, Lide was prepared to generously increase his support.

“As you wish, my lord, I will defend your glory with my life and soul.

All for the Dawn!”

Oli's gaze was resolute, his tone filled with unwavering determination.

For the Dawn.

It was for hope as well as for the Dawn Sect, and even more, for Dawn City.

“Very well, I hereby name the Sky Knight Order the Dawn Wings.

The first batch will be 1,000 in number, with 3,000 Magic Language Bats. We will first allocate 500 Magic Language Bats, and after the Frost Month, I will provide you with up to 2,000, reaching 3,000 by next summer.

The Dawn Wings will be our most critical military force in the future, Oli. I have high expectations for you, work hard. The future will be filled with hope and light.”

Oli bowed deeply again.

“Your Highness, Oli will endeavor to fulfill all your commands.”

From this moment on, Dawn City's Air Force was officially established under Lide's orders.

The banner of the Dawn Wings began to flutter behind the Magic Language Bats, and the Air Force formally stepped onto the stage of Dawn City.

In the future, this military force, still seemingly weak now, would become a nightmare for all enemies.

They would be the scythe of the Death God, the spokesperson of destruction, the bloodthirsty tusks, the rulers of the skies.

Chapter end