Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1881 - 569: Golden Divine Pattern_3

Chapter 1881: Chapter 569: Golden Divine Pattern_3

After Leonard Churchill perused various materials, he basically confirmed that the spatio-temporal line ought to be some civilization from the Chaotic Era.

The relics produced by that ancient civilization largely came from the hands of the God Tier, which mere mortals simply couldn’t replicate.

Theoretically, what can be manufactured now are tier down items.

Nevertheless, Seven Brown’s eyes sparkled with an uncontainable surprise: "In the previous spoils of war, there were two half-finished Golden Orbs... doesn’t this mean that, in a short period, we can manufacture two Golden Orbs?"

She was all too aware of the terrifying impact of the Golden Orbs.

Leonard Churchill nodded: "Yes."

The fragments of Godhood are currently only used to modify the bloodline for the Demon Beast Lord, with no other discovered uses.

Manufacturing Golden Orbs to bring out their effects is good too.

In his deductions, hastening the formation of the Titan Mechanical Team to respond to the situation is the best use for these materials.

Upon sharing his plans, Seven Brown’s face showed an increasingly difficult-to-conceal shock: "Ah... you mean... you mean, theoretically, you have the materials to manufacture over a hundred Titan Energy Cores?"

Leonard Churchill replied nonchalantly: "Yes."

The light in Seven Brown’s eyes seemed to visualize over a hundred Titan Battle Armors simultaneously appearing on the battlefield; even her breathing grew heavy.

She knew more than anyone the current technological capabilities of the East Wilderness, and she calculated further: "Because Miss Carter previously discovered some Titan component blueprints in the relics, the New World has been researching it... There’s no shortage of materials and equipment. If this drags on for a few more months, we should be able to manufacture two or three. Given more time, the New World’s workshop should achieve a monthly output of a few units... In the future... we’ll have a large number of truly top-tier mechanical battle armors!"

"Yes."

Leonard Churchill nodded in agreement, though a hint of contemplation crossed his eyes.

The only lacking factor is time.

Currently, the two Dragon Gods of the Southern Continent are embroiled in infighting, with the Crimson Corruption and the Lord of Soldier Calamity, the two Outer Gods, busy amassing Divine Power... It means that they haven’t spared a moment; otherwise, those beings would never allow the East Wilderness’s mechanical technology to develop.

Seven Brown was aware, of course.

Yet machinery had become the most significant pursuit in her life, and she would never give up, no matter how difficult the path ahead.

She thought of something and asked: "Can more fragments of Godhood still be found?"

Although the matter between her and Leonard Churchill wouldn’t care about gain or loss, it would be ideal for such supreme treasures to have a stable source.

Leonard Churchill shook his head: "It’s basically impossible now."

He continued: "That place is extremely dangerous. Even at the Ninth Tier, there’s no guarantee of survival. It’s near impossible to revisit."

The risks within the Death Domain are vast, concealing many secrets.

For instance, no one yet knows what Emperor Lanlingster encountered at the bottom of that pit that left him severely wounded.

Leonard Churchill dared not guarantee that entering once more would assure his survival.

"Ah... that’s a pity."

Upon hearing Leonard Churchill say this, Seven Brown abandoned this notion.

Unexpected good news had already lifted Miss Rita’s spirits; she was perfectly satisfied, laughter echoing through the tent: "Haha, this time the Orlan Royal Court really suffered a silent defeat. They probably thought seizing those blueprints and equipment was useless, which is why they didn’t deploy heavy forces. Little did they know, it handed us a great advantage..."

The laughter seemed to clear a day’s worth of unease.

On this topic, Leonard Churchill’s mind flashed another thought: "Not necessarily entirely unprepared. If I were in the enemy’s shoes, at a place highly likely to be seen as a strategic strike target, an important base, I’d certainly set up some measures... Even if unable to stop them, even if what the opponents seize is ineffective, I’d at least try to disrupt."

Seven Brown didn’t think so broadly, but being by Leonard Churchill’s side had accustomed her to not being all-knowing: "Ah... did they arrange something?"

Leonard Churchill shrugged: "I don’t know."

Seven Brown: "Ah? You don’t know?"

She thought Leonard Churchill had discreetly resolved some hidden crisis.

Unexpectedly, she heard this unexpected response.

Leonard Churchill looked at Miss Rita, who expected the mystery to be solved, and self-deprecatingly laughed: "I’m not omniscient. It seemed in the deductions that something should’ve been arranged."

Seven Brown acknowledged with an "Oh."

In truth, the plan had been perfectly executed, making further considerations meaningless.

Leonard Churchill felt the same.

....

On the other side.

Several hours earlier, the Orlan Royal Court’s logistics regiment that had been attacked had already departed.

The battlefield was left in a state of desolation, with shell craters and the idle 66 Machinery City.

The New World Squad’s attack was highly precise, focusing mainly on this Machinery City, leading to the near-total destruction of the entire Machinery City.

Not only was the overall structure severed into several parts, but the equipment and cannons inside the Machinery City, which could be dismantled, had been taken away by others.

Only a pile of nearly worthless scrap remained.

The living had been taken away, but no one noticed that at the bottom boiler room of Machinery City 66, there was a small compartment remade from an abandoned pressure ball.

When Little Danny heard the sound of cannon fire, his grandfather stuffed him into the storage compartment.

After waiting a long time without his grandfather opening the door, the little guy unknowingly fell asleep.

Slept for long, and with his stomach growling, Little Danny then started fumbling around the dark compartment, recalling his grandfather’s words to wait until the cannons ceased before leaving.

He cautiously placed his ear against the heavy iron door of the cabin, paused for a while, and then excitedly cheered: "Oh, no more cannon fire!"