By three weeks, the mill had swelled to twice its original size. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The scaffolding embedded in the cliff grows out like weeds, and the giant iron nails wedged into the stone pull the heavy steel cables, like spiders' webs, and hang the insulating felt cloth layer by layer, forming a huge greenhouse.

The majestic rain fell from the sky, fell on the felt cloth, and then rose a thick heat, flew into the sky again, and fell again in the cold. Cold fog and hot air met in the air, strangled each other, and blended together, forming a bleak white cloud.

It was as if hundreds of iron furnaces were working at the same time, and the lava broke through the earth's crust and rushed over the earth, and the terrifying heat spread out of the workshop all the time.

A viscous and fiery breath erupted from the door valve, carrying a fishy smell.

Like the breath of a living creature.

"Is it really okay to build a ship like this?"

Igor stood at the top of the cliff, overlooking the covered workshop below. No matter how many times he heard the explanation, he still thought it was incredible, and he had never imagined such a way of making it.

"Our industrial base is not big enough to make something that big, so we have to do it another way. ”

Carol, who was appointed chief engineer, held an umbrella and looked down at his work: "Now the entire port, including the outer five hundred meters, is in the radiation range of the alchemy reaction.

It would take at least half of the national treasury and more than ten years to make such a large alchemy cauldron, and after one use, it will be destroyed and turned into scrap recycling...... The whole process requires the cooperation of more than a hundred alchemists, and the materials and funds consumed are innumerable, and we don't have so much capital and time to waste on it.

There is only one chance for this, Captain Igor, and we must keep it simple. ”

"Is this easy?"

Igor crouched on the edge of the cliff and knelt down to look at the huge workshop.

Covered with insulated felt cloth, the workshop was like a monster lying on a sheltered harbor, gray-black, viscous crawling, rolling, twitching slightly in the rain, as if alive, but so ugly.

It's frighteningly ugly.

Five days ago, the musicians of the Congregation of the Faith and Doctrine demolished the entire haven and then built a dam at the mouth of the sea, turning the entire harbor into a closed 'bowl'.

The bowl was covered, and only a steady stream of warm turbidity erupted from the dam, carrying alchemical potions and toxic metals with a pungent stench that stained the black sea white.

The fabrication of the hull took place in it.

As for the Doctrine of Faith that has inherited the soul of the Inquisition, it is instinctive to develop the use value of demons, and besides, many demons themselves are excellent materials, and with such a precious resource in front of the Nomadic Mountain, it is naturally impossible to let it rot and deteriorate.

What seems like a budget-conscious development plan at the moment is a waste for those who are 'used to it'.

If there is a complete industrial system and resource support, they will not go crazy and take such a big piece of good things to build that broken ship.

"In a way, that thing wasn't a ship at all. ”

"We're just trying to make the most of the resources we have, using the vitality of the flesh of the Nomad Mountain, to make it look like a ship," Carol said.

With enough resources and time, we can even make it fly forever. Like the winged people, occupy the sky...... Damn, those bastards not only monopolized the resources of the Star Ring, but even blocked the Deep Space Zone......"

"It's enough for me to have a boat, Mr. Carroll. ”

Igor interrupted him, he sniffed the pungent smell wafting from the workshop, and looked intoxicated: "I don't care if it's alive or dead, if it's a child of the scourge or not. As long as it's a ship, as long as it can be driven, it's even better if it can sink a legendary battleship with one shot. ”

Although he would have preferred to witness all of this in the core of the workshop, he had no way to get close.

The interior of the workshop has been transformed into a giant petri dish, in which a large number of fungi that cannot be touched by humans have grown into a forest, filled with highly toxic gases and aggressive alchemical materials.

This is the most suitable environment for artificial flesh to grow.

Beneath the gray-black felt cloth lids, the sea water has been transformed into a dark yellow viscous cultivation fluid, in which countless tender red muscle combs and organs float like seaweed, growing slowly......

Aside from the musicians who nurtured them and the engineers in the three-layer hazmat suits, no ordinary creature could survive from that environment.

From such a distance, you can still smell it, and the rich smell of blood spreads continuously.

These days, the smell of blood has attracted a large number of the sons of the sea.

The demons that came in one after another became targets for the organists to practice, and the corpses were thrown into the workshop to be used as raw materials and cultivation fluids.

The organists, who were handpicked by Maxwell, were worthy of the elite, and each one perfectly met the requirements of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith - though the faith was not very pure and the origin was not very glamorous.

But at this juncture, the Confession will no longer follow the rules of the past and act in a pedantic manner - in fact, except for those young people who are full of glory and crusades, their brains will be a little unable to turn, and the old men are more and more powerful in their ability to steer the rudder when they see the wind. Stone even packaged and sold the entire old Inquisition to Ye Qingxuan, where would he care about this.

They only care about the fundamental ends, and other than that, they do whatever it takes.

As long as the Inquisition can be re-established, the old glory and long-cherished wishes of the Crusades can be realized, even if they are allowed to assassinate the Pope.

More than half of the organists brought by Ye Qingxuan will be trained in the coming months to become a new generation of witches' hammers.

The rest are 'old men' who are already old, whose path has been determined, and who have no way to reverse them, and for such people, it is better to barely become a witch's hammer or purifier than to continue on their own path, so after only participating in a part of the course, they choose to quit.

The results of the Inquisition's short-term training courses were remarkable.

In just a few days, most of the members had experience in war, and even the organists, who were originally knights, were able to master the main techniques and skills that would have taken one to two years to complete.

For several days, the results of the battle against the sons of the sea made the old men who had taken the time to check the progress laugh from ear to ear. The prototype of a new generation of witches' hammers seems to have been completed.

It's a pity that the progress of the musicians is still slow - although there are a large number of purification movements and secret music theory, the musicians who have formed the heart music chapter have become their own system, although they can still learn to master the techniques of the Inquisition, but they are still much inferior in efficiency compared to the purifiers who have really been trained since childhood.

In this regard, the old ghosts do not force it.

Musicians take a long time to train, and they can't be achieved overnight – even a crash musician, who is despised by orthodox musicians, takes three months of training.

At present, in addition to guiding the dozen or so musicians who have not yet stepped into the resonance to renovate and purify music theory, the 'young' looking old ghost in charge of training has already hit Ye Qingxuan with his idea......

The relationship between Ye Qingxuan and Maxwell is obviously not a secret, and after Maxwell's death, Ye Qingxuan, as the reserve sword bearer, is naturally the first heir to his inheritance, I wonder if the Royal Conservatory of Music in Anglo will mind having an extra branch at that time?

If Maxwell knew that the rescuer Ye Qingxuan found had not yet arrived in Avalon and hoped that he had hung up, his expression would be very exciting, right?

Rumble!

Another dull loud bang came from the depths of the fortress.

Igor and Carol were stunned for a moment, then turned their heads and looked at the fortress.

The fortress was shrouded in moonlight from nowhere, and it seemed more and more ethereal and illusory, almost as if it were about to dissipate. In the depths of the fortress, there were constant loud noises and roars, but they seemed to be far away, and only dull echoes could be heard.

"What's wrong again?"

Igor sighed, "What the hell are you doing with that intensive training course?"

Carol couldn't help but smile wryly.

"To be honest, I'd love to know. (To be continued.) )