I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Chapter 372: Assigning Tasks, Mass Production Chapter 370: Chapter 372: Assigning Tasks, Mass Production The goose-feather snow outside the window fell gently, enveloping the scene in a manner that seemed to herald the grand scale of the impending war.

“Harrison, come with me to the weapons factory. For the next three months, the weapons factory will be the protagonist of Dawn City.”

Lide, dressed in a woven robe, possessed a charm that could make anyone of the opposite sex quake. He turned his head to look at Harrison standing behind him, his gaze profound.

“The outcome of the war in three months may very well lie in the hands of our dwarf craftsmen.”

The war of Glory was fought over the economy, technology, and even magical abilities. As long as the gap in strength between armies was not insurmountable, good equipment would become a decisive factor in the direction of the war.

Fortunately, his munitions factory was outstanding enough to make any noble or lord envious.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Harrison slightly turned, respectfully gesturing towards the door with his hand.

Lide nodded, stepping out the door, and even without trying, his elegant demeanor was still captivating.

Ancient nobility.

Creak~
Creak~
The carriage, unique to the City Lord of Dawn City, started again, its wheels crunching on ice chips, sounding like twigs being snapped.

Lide, looking out the window at the residents walking through the snow, suddenly seemed to think of something, his thoughts stirring as he looked towards Harrison by his side.

“Harrison, after the war in Risier City is over, we can develop a magical track car, powered by magic arrays and life mages.

The track car could travel throughout the city, establishing a station every 1000 blades' distance for scheduled stops.

This way, as the city continues to grow, we can greatly save our travel time.

Time is efficiency, and saving time is tantamount to improving the entire city's work efficiency, which would be a significant advancement for Dawn City.”

“Magic track car?” Harrison was a bit baffled by this new term.

“Yes, the magic track car,” Lide explained, spreading his hands slightly to illustrate the form of the tracks, “We'll create a fixed track, then place a carriage-like vehicle on top, make wheels that are not prone to derailing,
and then just like a magic elevator, use magic to drive the wheels, and the track car would be set into motion.”

There was also an alternative method using steam engines, but he hadn't adopted that route because, in his view, magic was far more powerful than the primitive and ancient steam engine.

This was a force that was not inferior to technology, and even more powerful in many aspects.

Why cling to old-fashioned steam engines when advanced technology was at hand?

Although the idea of a magic track car might be challenging, it wasn't impossible for Dawn City at its current stage.

Given some time, Lide believed that the Magic Industry Research Institute could make it happen.

The Magic Industry Research Institute gathered all the scientific researchers of Dawn City, goblins, dwarves, humans, and now half-elves, boasting the brightest minds.

The combination of magic and technology might unleash power beyond everyone's imagination.

Though Lide made it sound simple, Harrison instantly understood his intentions, and his eyes lit up.

“Your Highness, if this project can be realized, it would be an accomplishment no less legendary than greenhouse cultivation!

A truly genius idea, your wisdom is incomprehensibly grand…”

Lide couldn't help but smile; this guy seemed to want to compare everything to greenhouse cultivation.

As if greenhouse cultivation were the pinnacle of alchemy.

“Harrison, this is technology from the Lost Plane, not my original creation.

Track technology is already very mature in the Lost Plane, and I will give you the relevant materials later.

However, although the technology exists, the rules of the Lost Plane and Dawn City are different. Therefore, merging, absorbing, and improving don't require imitation; we need to create something that belongs to us.”

He paused, “You can note down this project for now, and start to develop it after the war in Risier City has ended.

Currently, the main theme is still war preparation.”

There is a development trajectory for every period, and Dawn City had progressed from initially plundering the population to building new districts, reaching out to the magic crystal vein, and now engaging in external warfare.

Lide had always firmly controlled the development direction of Dawn City; his will determined the fate of over 100,000 people in the city.

During their conversation, the carriage slowly left the new district, taking the spacious bluestone avenue to the weapon factory located on the western side of the Moonlight Plain, far from town.

Through the window, from a great distance, one could see the towering steel refining furnace under the towering mountain peaks, which belched thick smoke and bore the Dwarf's distinct patterns on their strange high structures.

Like the breeding farm, the weapon factory was also located downwind, so that the emissions from the steel furnaces never blew back into the city.

When the carriage stopped at the gate of the weapon factory, constantly buzzing with people transporting steel and raw ores, Lide immediately saw the present factory manager–Dwarf Forging Master Valen.

Though in the biting winds of Frost Month, the forging master was dressed only in thin clothing, his muscle, cast like iron, stretched the fabric as if it were stuffed with cotton.

He exuded a sense of power.

“Good day, your Majesty!

By the Forge God, I swear today is my lucky day to have you come inspect the factory!”

Valen appeared very excited, his large beard plaited into small braids dancing in the cold wind.

Indeed, as he said, Lide used to visit the weapon factory every so often to check on its progress when the Dwarves first moved into Dawn City.

But nearly a year had passed without a visit from him as the weapon factory had entered regular operation.

This had left the Dwarves happy yet somewhat disappointed. They were pleased because Lide not coming meant he trusted them, a sign they had always met his expectations, otherwise, they would have been held accountable by now.

However, their disappointment stemmed from wondering whether their decreasing interaction with Lide meant their importance in his eyes was diminishing–a concerning sign.

Lide, however, wasn't overly concerned and looked quite pleased with the stout Dwarf Forging Master in front of him.

The Dwarves had now truly integrated into Dawn City, with the former Barbaric Hammer Tribe vanished into the wind.

The weapon factory had become Dawn City's trump card, inseparable from these naturally gifted craftsmen's efforts.

“Valen, I have always seen your hard work.

Very good, I am very satisfied with the weapon factory during this period.

The reason I haven't inspected for so long is because you've given me peace of mind.”

As he spoke, he noticed many Dwarves stealthily watching them. Lide smiled slightly, sweeping his gaze around and amplifying his voice.

“The Dwarves are residents of Dawn City, our family members. The contributions you make to Dawn City will not be forgotten by the residents, and I will certainly not forget.”

These words deeply moved the surrounding Dwarves; it was their city ruler's acknowledgment, their moment of glory.

At this time, many Dwarves lifted their heads proudly.

“Our people, it is you who make the weapons in the hands of those fighting for Dawn City sharper! The armor on their bodies more solid!!

It is your blood and sweat that allow our warriors to fight with assurance!!

Every piece of high-level equipment you forge saves the life of a soldier fighting for Dawn City.

My people, the Dwarves of Dawn City are great, and all craftsmen in the weapon factory are great.

You deserve the respect and admiration of all soldiers!

Today, here, I represent all residents of Dawn City in expressing our gratitude to you.”

His stirring speech paused there, and Lide bowed deeply to the Dwarves in front of him.

At that moment, many Dwarves' eyes reddened, feeling their efforts were not in vain, that their sacrifices had garnered a substantial return.

After Lide bowed and then straightened up, his tone became lofty and struck a chord.

“Tomorrow, I will personally issue a reward order to the weapon factory, bestowing the Black Iron Medal of Honor upon every employee working there.”

“Everything, for the Dawn!”

The brief words acted like a shot of adrenaline, instantly whipping the surrounding dwarves and human craftsmen into excitement.

While the Black Iron Medal is the lowest level of medal, in Dawn City only those who have established military merit are eligible to receive it. Now, those who possessed the Black Iron Medal were mainly warriors who fought on the frontlines. Unexpectedly, these logistics personnel would also have the opportunity to receive one.

Praise the crown!

Lide's stance undoubtedly acknowledged and affirmed the long-standing contributions of the weapon factory. For many, this honor was far more exciting than receiving another large bonus.

As the treatment at the weapon factory was generous, but the times they were personally commended by Lide were far too few.

Upon hearing the final slogan, everyone instinctively puffed out their chests and looked straight ahead.

“For the Dawn!”

“For the Dawn…”

The resounding slogan, accompanied by excited shouts, lingered above the weapon factory for a long time.

Lide nodded in satisfaction at this sight; he had established the medal system to commend these well-off fellows.

Honor, at times, satisfies people more than money.

He considered his grasp of human nature to be passable.

The slogan carried the same principle; a slogan full of meaning and hope could greatly unite people's hearts.

Especially when all people accepted it, the majority's beliefs would be influenced by the slogan, intentionally or not.

The Dawn signifies breaking through difficulties, hope, as well as the Dawn Sect, the Dawn City.

A phrase loaded with many meanings.

In front of Lide, Valen took a deep look at this extraordinary figure, sighed inwardly amidst the excited shouts nearby, and thought that the Barbaric Hammer Tribe had really become a thing of the past… Now, the dwarves belonged to Dawn City.

Composing himself with a smile.

“Your Majesty, please, inside. I think you will be quite surprised by the weapon factory now.”

Lide gave a radiant smile, “I am indeed looking forward to it.”

He then walked into the weapon factory with Harrison under the watchful eyes of everyone.

As the weapon factory's importance within Dawn City kept increasing, the current workshop had undergone several expansions, making the entire area incredibly spacious.

“Your Majesty, let me introduce you. Now, the weapon factory has 32 steel refining furnaces, 7 weapon forging workshops, among them 3 high-level forging rooms for rare and higher-quality equipment…”

“It employs 2 master blacksmiths, 17 expert blacksmiths, 325 advanced blacksmiths, 1567 intermediate blacksmiths, 2112 basic blacksmiths, nearly 4000 people in total.”

Lide nodded slightly.

Whether for external exports or internal equipment production, the weapon factory's role was increasingly significant. Hence, its current scale was considerable but still within reason.

Notably, the weapon factory initially centered around dwarves, but with its expansion, the dwarves had become insufficient, and human craftsmen were playing an increasingly significant role.

The workshop was very clean, although slightly lacking in greenery like flower gardens.

Since it was working hours, apart from a small number of staff transporting materials, there weren't many people moving around.

Upon reaching the central workshop, Lide showed a hint of interest.

The workshop in front was not a typical building but resembled a large shed structure, single-storied but covering a vast area and remarkably high, reaching 6 blades.

Stepping into the workshop, a wave of heat hit them.

The clinking sounds of hundreds of people forging were even more discomforting than the noise of trains moving or planes taking off.

The weapon factory's forging process was entirely assembly line-based, but through continuous improvements to the production process and technology, it had developed a magical yet scientific forging method.

For example, adding Magic Crystal Powder into the furnace can increase the temperature to thousands of degrees within a short period, allowing the steel in hand to be heated and softened more quickly.

This process carries the unique scent of Glory, different from the purely mechanical production on Earth.

Starting from the initial steel material, each blacksmith is responsible for one step, and through continuous improvement, the process that originally required one person has been divided into more than ten steps, so a weapon from steel to final sharpening needs to pass through the hands of dozens of people.

A standard assembly line product, of course, the benefits of the assembly line are very clear, the production efficiency has increased countless times.

Lide had no real interest in smithing; after watching for a while, he couldn't stand the clanging sounds and turned to leave with Valen.

Professional matters should be handled by professionals. As a Power Holder, he didn't need to know everything, just how to use people to control the entire force.

“Valen, I have come this time to assign you an important task.”

Inside Valen's office, Lide sat next to a table that was one size smaller than a human round table, slightly sipping the freshly brewed black tea before he spoke.

“This time, we will wage war on Risier City!”

Although the residents of Dawn City cannot go out, the propaganda department reports on the major events outside every few days.

News like the Beastmen occupying Risier City and not leaving for a long time is already well-known by the residents.

As the head of the weapon factory, Valen's status is not low, and he is eligible for some general intelligence.

Lide has always instructed the intelligence command center to provide intelligence to the high-level officials of Dawn City daily, of course, the level of each varies, and the intelligence they receive is also different.

His purpose in doing so is to keep these leaders up to par with the outside world, to know the current situation of Dawn City, and to enhance their broader vision.

Not to be isolated and create in a bubble daily.

“Your Majesty, I dare bet that you want us to manufacture equipment to deal with the Beastmen!

Hahaha, by the Forge God above, the weapon factory will develop weapons specifically for hunting Beastmen at the fastest speed…”

Valen had no fondness for the Beastmen, the Barbarian Hammer Tribe which once occupied Dwarf Valley had fallen to those damned Beastmen's attacks.

Though eventually, the Lion Tribe also became a subordinate force of Dawn City, this Forging Master still harbored no good feelings towards the Beastmen. This even made Valen reluctant to talk with the Beastman King Kapp when he saw him.

Lide shook his head, “No, Valen, this time it's not specifically against the Beastmen.”

“Ah? Then what is it?” A confused look appeared in Valen's eyes. Besides the Beastmen, what else was there in Risier City? Recent intelligence has not mentioned the Beastmen leaving Risier City.

“Divine Relics…”

“Divine Relics?” Valen's pupils contracted sharply, his tone filled with surprise.

The Divine Relics were already well known outside, and there was naturally no need for Lide to hide it from his own people.

“Yes, it's like this…” After Lide had recounted the matter about the Divine Relics to Valen, the expression on this Dwarf Forging Master's face was very solemn.

“Humans, Beastmen, and countless Sects, Your Majesty, this war will be particularly fierce, no one can remain indifferent to the Divine Relics…”

“That's why I need you to forge high-level armor for the Centaurs.

There is nothing that can increase combat power faster than upgrading weapons and equipment.”

Lide took a deep breath, his eyes blazing as he gave a direct order.

“In the next three months, I need the weapon factory to forge 100,000 sets of equipment, not less than the rare high-level.

The current number of Centaur troops is 70,000, including 40,000 Heavy Knights and 30,000 Archers, and it is expected to expand to a scale of 100,000 in three months.

During these three months, stop the production of low-level weapons, all focus must be placed on forging equipment for the Centaurs.”

Valen stood up solemnly, his right hand pounding his chest, “Your Majesty, the weapon factory will complete the task in two and a half months, not three.

In this war of Risier City, though Dwarves cannot participate directly, we will show those Beastmen and humans that Dwarves are the greatest Forging Masters of Glory!!

The warriors of Dawn City, too, will become everyone's nightmare!!

For Dawn!”

Looking at the excitedly howling Valen, Lide was quite pleased.

“Good, this war is crucial for the future development of Dawn City, and we must give it our all.

Moreover, I need you to design and forge weapons and armor for Double-headed Ogres and One-eyed Giants, as these massive creatures will be our secret weapon!

You've seen the combat prowess of Koso before among the dwarves.”

Valen's eyes lit up, “An army of giants clad in dwarf armor would definitely be a slaughter machine that our enemies would dread encountering.”

After saying this, the forging master started to calculate, but a moment later, his expression turned somewhat awkward.

“Your Majesty, if we forge all the equipment of high-level, we won't have enough iron reserves or high-level ores…”

“I've said it before, we're going all out this time.

You're free to use all the mithril and fine gold stored in the city hall's warehouse, I only require one result–to forge the best equipment!”

Valen nearly jumped up in excitement upon receiving Lide's affirmative response.

All the mithril and fine gold?

These were strategic materials, with mithril production still less than 80 pounds a month, the result of thousands of Beastmen's relentless labor.

Fine gold was somewhat better, but it was largely consumed and difficult to find.

Lide had always stored a portion of these strategic materials and used some, but opening up the warehouse now meant that Valen could freely use the existing mithril reserves that had already exceeded 500 pounds.

This was data that made the forging master's heart race, not to mention the countless fine gold and other precious ores in the warehouse…

Now it was all his.

This was an irresistible temptation for any forging master.

“Your Majesty, rest assured, we will forge a batch of the most perfect equipment, and we'll let Dawn City's enemies taste the might of the dwarven hammer.”

Valen thumped his chest loudly.

Seeing this, Lide turned his head and exchanged smiles with Harrison who was standing behind him.

When coming here, both had anticipated Valen's reaction upon hearing that he could use all the materials from the city hall warehouse.

This was like a seasoned client encountering the best courtesan on Jasmine Street… it was a fiery combination.

After issuing the production orders, Lide didn't linger too long at the weapons factory.

The weapons factory had developed so rapidly already, forming an effective management system, where he only needed to issue commands and oversee the progress.

What type of armor and weapons to produce, how to produce them, how to deliver them, etc., he left them to sort out on their own.

After leaving the weapons factory, the carriage slowly headed towards the alchemy factory.

If the weapons factory was the protagonist of this Risier City battle campaign, then the alchemy factory was undoubtedly an indispensable secondary protagonist.

Alchemy bombs were absolutely a major weapon that no one could ignore.

Although the Dawn Bats couldn't join this battle, the use of alchemy bombs wasn't hindered.

The inability to air-raid didn't mean they couldn't be utilized.

Upon seeing Lide, the goblin chief Moer, whose face was disfigured by dragon breath, was even more excited than Valen.

Exaggerated tones and piercing sounds came from this green-skinned being.

“Your Majesty, this is truly exhilarating, I swear, this is the most exciting moment of my life!

Your arrival fills me with great honor! This is the glory of the goblins!”

The short green-skinned goblin, barely 1.3 blades tall, danced and twisted his body, paired with his disfigured visage, the view was both bizarre and humorous.

Lide's face turned stern; when he first met this old goblin, the impression he got was quite stable, but as time passed and the goblin settled in Dawn City without external threats, his true nature became apparent.

No matter the age, personalities remain extravagantly over the top…

“All right, let's go inside and talk.”

“Yes, please, Your Greatness…”

Compared to the simplicity of the dwarf weapon factory, the goblin Alchemy Factory was much more flashy.

Inside the factory area, various statues shimmered with gold, the garden housed expensive flowers, and even the blank outer walls of the factory were carved with goblin slaying dragons reliefs; yes, goblins slaying dragons…

While everything was lavish, it evoked a peculiar sense of amusement.

Dressed garishly like a finer monkey.

This flamboyant style did indeed suit the extreme character of the goblins–arrogant, yet timid and cowardly.

Since it was the goblins spending their own money, Lide had no interest in managing so much detail.

The production process for Alchemy Bombs was much more complicated compared to the dwarves forging weapons.

The purification and merging of various materials, followed by filtering, purifying, and merging again–the chaotic steps were numerous, running into the dozens or hundreds. Just looking a few times made Lide lose interest.

Alchemy was a discipline even more complex than Magic Arrays, requiring significant talent and a vast amount of time to master–if not, it was basically a free gift.

Alchemy resembled the chemistry on Earth, requiring a large number of experiments to obtain the desired materials or a certain alchemical formula.

Unfortunately, the rules of “Glory” differed from Earth's, and many principles that worked on Earth were ineffective here.

Lide had even given a chemistry book to the goblins, but due to the difference in rules, many things were unusable, shattering his hopes of taking shortcuts.

Moreover, Alchemy Bombs differed entirely from Earth's gunpowder, with very little relevance between the two systems.

Big Ivan's idea of cleansing had to be switched to using a Forbidden Curse instead…

He could only let these green-skinned, small beings with strong talent in alchemy conduct their own research and development.

“Moer, how far has the development of the Three Circle Alchemy Bomb progressed?”

Lide sat in Moer's office, on an armchair inlaid with dozens of gemstones, and set his feet on a golden-shimmering silk carpet, seriously regarding the old goblin.

“How far are we from mass production?”

“Your Greatness, the research and development of the Three Circle Alchemy Bomb is 90% complete. The last one that we presented to you was one of its results.

But based on the production of the last Alchemy Bomb, the cost is very high, beyond our capacity. So we are still researching how to reduce the costs…”

The last Three Circle Alchemy Bomb? Lide frowned.

That Alchemy Bomb had been shoved into the back of a Three-headed Flying Dragon Lord in the Mud Swamp.

Only at that time, its power was too weak, failing to eliminate the heavily injured Extraordinary creature, ultimately allowing it to escape.

Reminded of this, he suddenly recollected that a part of the body of the foul, filthy creature that had attacked the Three-headed Flying Dragon Lord was still in his System Space, and it was still alive.

“This thing, later take it to the Magic Industry Research Institute for research. Such a disgusting object, but being able to evolve from a low-level to a level 21 Extraordinary Three-headed Flying Dragon Lord, it's definitely valuable.”

Shaking his head, he dismissed his wandering thoughts and refocused his gaze on the old goblin.

“Moer, what is the production cost for a Three Circle Alchemy Bomb?”

“Your Greatness, if you give us some time to improve it, we can lower the cost even further…” Moer's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, seemingly reluctant to discuss production costs.

“Speak,” Lide didn't bother to beat around the bush.

“Yes,” Moer hesitated for a moment, “the current production cost is about 20 High-level Magic Crystal Stones…”

A High-level Magic Crystal Stone bought from the outside cost about 20 Gold Pucks each, meaning the production cost would be–400 Gold Pucks?

Lide's brow twisted, no wonder the guy said the manufacturing technology was still not mature, if he dared to present him with such data, he might have risked getting his head bashed.

Not even the wealthiest could afford such frivolity.

“Are you sure this is the final version?”

Moer's face showed some stiffness, “Your Majesty, we can still improve…”

Lide shook his head; improvement would take more time than he could afford.

He turned to look at Harrison behind him, “How many high-level magic crystals do we currently have?”

“Your Majesty, about 100,000 pieces…”

Lide's eyes widened, somewhat incredulous as he stared at Harrison, “100,000 pieces? Why so many??”

Two months ago, their stock had been exhausted, and in just two months they had accumulated so much?

“Yes, Your Majesty, the magic crystal vein mainly produces intermediate and high-level crystals, which are of great quality.

Besides the high-level ones, we have also stored 200,000 intermediate ones, all left over after daily consumption.”

Lide, who had not been well acquainted with the vein's output, was now pleasantly surprised.

The magic crystal vein had been under construction before, and due to its deep location and complex terrain, he had assumed that it would take more time to increase production.

But it had happened at an astonishing rate.

“Have we now fully surveyed the extent of the magic crystal vein?”

“Your Majesty, not yet, our prospectors' skills are not high, and the underground passages are very complicated, with as many as seven veins; only a master-level prospector could estimate the total…

However, although we can't estimate the reserves, we currently produce 60,000 high-level and 150,000 intermediate magic crystals each month…

Based on the production rate, this is an unprecedentedly rich vein; if it were on the surface, it would be enough for the Human Empire to deploy hundreds of thousands of troops to guard the area.

For a long while in the future, we won't need to worry about magic crystals.”

Looking at Harrison's excited expression, Lide also felt pleased.

This vein, which had cost them half a year and his own life once to secure, indeed did not disappoint.

“Moer, I'm allocating 80,000 high-level magic crystals to you; I need you to produce 4,000 three-circle alchemy bombs as fast as possible.”

After confirming his inventory, Lide was pained but decided to continue upping the stakes.

These resources, although precious, needed to be put to use at critical moments.

Otherwise, they were just a pile of stones; transforming them into combat power was the correct approach.

“The improvement of production technology to reduce costs must also be carried out simultaneously, considering such high costs, even owning a crystal vein might be hard to sustain.

Magic crystals have many uses, we can't put all into alchemy bombs.

Moer, this important task is given to you…”

“Yes, Your Majesty, the goblins will not disappoint you…”

Moer immediately became excited, “We will create the best alchemy bombs and let the enemies of Dawn City taste the power of goblins!”

Lide slightly narrowed his eyes.

“While producing three-circle alchemy bombs, halt the production of one-circle alchemy bombs.

Shift all the remaining production capacity to two-circle alchemy bombs.

I need you to produce at least 100,000 two-circle alchemy bombs within three months!”

These words made the excited Moer gasp.

100,000 two-circle alchemy bombs??

Since their development, the total production had not exceeded 50,000, and now it was to be doubled.

This made Moer feel the urgency in Lide's heart.

“Your Majesty, are we to go to war?”

Lide nodded and gestured toward Harrison, who immediately began to explain the ins and outs of Risier City to the old goblin.

“Your Majesty, we will spare no effort to seize the Divine Status for you!”

After listening, Moer shouted excitedly, as if he could hardly wait to go and have a showdown to the death with the beastmen of Risier City.

Lide glared at him irritably.

“We cannot reveal the existence of the Bloodline in this war, cannot use the Magic Language Bats, and therefore, the practice of dropping alchemy bombs in air raids must be canceled.

I need the alchemy factory to develop a new type of alchemy bomb, small enough to be held in the hand, even as small as a fist, but without any loss of power.”

Currently, the alchemy bombs were the size of a human head, basically precluding any concept of hand-thrown explosives; they were too large.

Of course, if used by a One-eyed Giant, it might be suitable, but those ill-tempered creatures, carrying alchemy bombs, might not be safe at all. In battle, they might even blow themselves up.

“Are you saying to make the alchemy bombs smaller, so they can be carried like a magic scroll?”

Moer's eyes lit up.

“That's right, have the goblins experimented in this area?”

“Yes, but not extensively. Making the alchemy bombs smaller while maintaining a certain level of power poses a significant challenge…”

“No matter, it's precisely because it's challenging that I've tasked you with this.

Apart from the smaller version of the alchemy bombs, the sappers' performance using bomb carts in Grey Stone Castle against the Cave Spiders was also commendable. I need you to improve on it so it can be used for long-range raids in the wilderness.

If these few development tasks cannot be completed independently, go to the Magic Industry Research Institute to assign personnel. I will give the orders; within these next three months, you can use any available personnel without current assignments to help develop the alchemy bombs.”

That's practically a divine command, isn't it? Could he just orchestrate anything he wanted? Moer was suddenly exhilarated.

“Your Majesty, rest assured, I swear to you, the goblins will dedicate their lives to fulfilling your command.”

Lide nodded, “That would be best.”

After assigning the tasks, he declined the old goblin's invitation to stay for dinner and headed straight back to City Hall.

Time was tight, and the tasks were heavy.

To maximize the combat effectiveness of his troops within three months, there was still much to do.

“Your Majesty, you need not worry too much; we can complete these tasks well. The current forces of Dawn City are more than capable of executing your orders.”

Harrison sat beside him in the carriage, trying to comfort Lide, whose brows were furrowed.

“Having faced many external wars, Dawn City has never tasted defeat. I believe, under your leadership this time, victory will still be ours!”

Lide shook his head.

“Harrison, what I worry about is not us, but Risier City…”

He could control the happenings in Dawn City, but the changes in Risier City were beyond his control.

The Eye of Death and that chaos constantly lingered in his mind, keeping him ever vigilant.

The unknown was the most terrifying.

“Your Majesty, we can't control the status of our enemies; we just need to perfect our strength to the best state possible.”

Lide smiled and said no more, for without experiencing that moment, one couldn't truly comprehend the terror of facing a divine being.

But just as the carriage was about to arrive at City Hall, Lide suddenly had a thought.

“Harrison, turn towards Dawn Church.”

“Yes…”

Chapter end