Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 236 Radio Waves Calling for the Gods

Since he started building the underwater aquaculture farm, Lin Bo has always returned from the [Mechanical Factory] instance with an extra stack of steel that has been transformed into white paper.

He would pack these blank sheets of paper along with other supplies into an iron shuttle, fly it to the offshore work platform, and deliver it to the hardworking phantom.

Although it was called an illusion, it was actually Lin Bo who did the work. Every night, the Lighthouse Mage would sit in meditation on the third floor, projecting his mind to the distant ocean, using mantras to control building materials, and gradually building a transport pipeline to the Mid-Ocean Ridge volcanic belt.

The thick alloy steel cast pipe walls are pieced together section by section. The precision of the manufacturing process is so tight that not a single drop of liquid will leak even under the immense water pressure of the deep sea.

Linbo will also take several extra safety measures to prevent accidental breaches in the pipe wall that could cause seawater to spill out.

Building such an elevator shaft that extends more than two thousand meters down is a massive project and a test for even a monk. The lighthouse itself, located far away on the cape, requires maintaining a balance of mind and body, ensuring both mental and physical stamina are at their peak.

With the mushroom oil potion with low side effects, combined with the Heart Stone Amulet, the body and mind can maintain peak condition for a longer period of time. Even when casting Mantra Magic for a long time, the effect of the Sleeping Serpent's Gift will not be affected.

As the year draws to a close, about a third of Lin Bo's winter rest and recuperation period has passed. He can clearly feel the increase in his mental strength and has gradually entered the realm of multitasking.

Although my body is always listless and I can't muster any strength, my heartbeat has become slower and stronger, and the blood pumped to my limbs and bones is rich in oxygen, like a calm and abundant river.

In the process of building the underwater aquaculture farm, the most frequently used technique is the Life Control Technique. Every night from dusk till dawn, in addition to construction work, they also help remove barnacles from the skin of whales that have come from afar. The Life Control Technique is basically the key to all of this.

With prolonged and frequent practice, I feel increasingly at ease, and the structure of the object I want to create is clearly and distinctly reflected in my mental field. When I use the Art of Life to shape a steel form, it is as natural as pouring molten iron into a mold.

Occasionally, a spark of inspiration will ignite during the work, triggering a proficiency assessment.

If this progress continues, it will take about ten days to upgrade the Life Control Technique to Lv3, and we should be able to succeed in January of next year.

The two divination arts are the fastest to upgrade. The Fire Divination Ritual is not far from Lv4, and the Mech Soul Destiny Calculation Scripture is about to break through to Lv3. Soon, they will be able to comprehend the mystical (true) type of knowledge fragments again.

As time went by, Lin Bo could no longer be seen on the iron raft floating on the sea. Following the well in the center of the raft downwards, he had reached the bottom of the deep sea and was sitting in a submersible continuing the construction project.

The main structure of the elevator shaft has been completed. Next, he plans to build multiple seawater aquaculture tanks on the mid-ocean ridge, as well as a waterless processing tank directly connected to the transport shaft.

In his design drawings, the aquaculture tank is a hemispherical glass greenhouse built on the seabed hydrothermal vent, which will not come into direct contact with the lava river area to avoid melting and burning. The interior is filled with seawater.

The processing chamber is a disc-shaped platform connected to the end of the shaft. It is connected to each glass greenhouse by a conveyor pipe. The magical mushrooms made by the sea anemone mycelium can float up through the conveyor pipe and flow into the processing chamber.

The breeding area of ​​a single glass greenhouse exceeds that of the entire East Cliff Grottoes. Under ideal model calculations, the magical energy produced in one week is comparable to the total magical energy contained in the whales hunted by the Kening Empire throughout the year.

Moreover, given the current industrial system of the Kening Empire, only the fat portion of the whale's body is harvested and utilized, and some magical energy is lost during the whale oil refining process, resulting in a high overall waste rate.

Based on this calculation, the weekly output of a single underwater greenhouse is probably more than the total magical energy consumption of the Empire for five or six years.

Kening's industry thrived on whale oil, but it was also hampered by it. The dwindling whale population meant that whale oil resources could only be concentrated in a few prosperous cities, and even in Hongdu, electricity was not available in every neighborhood. The country's total power generation has consistently ranked in the middle among the world's leading powers.

Lin Bo was busy with construction, building the first underwater aquaculture cabin. At the same time, he also placed an order with a netizen named [Picking up trash makes me happy], commissioning her to build some drones suitable for underwater operations, which would be used for simple tasks such as patrolling the underwater greenhouse, detecting defects in the building, cleaning up trash, and transporting materials.

He also placed an order for a batch of waterproof modified mechanical guards. These mechanical units do not require an operating system, and Lin Bo plans to set up a local area network so that Iron Guard can control them.

Since the offshore platform is idle anyway, we can take some time to build a wireless signal station to facilitate communication with the lighthouse. However, the network communication latency between the two sides will definitely be relatively high, which is unavoidable unless we lay another submarine fiber optic cable.

Throughout the year, the whaling industry in the Sail Islands was in a very bad state. The great migration caused the near-shore fish to disappear, while the whales in the open ocean moved in groups, leaving almost no opportunity to hunt alone, resulting in very little catch.

The radio was filled with the sighs and complaints of the crew and the shrill urging of the ship owners. The imperial futures market was also about to experience turmoil due to the failure to meet whaling targets.

The Lighthouse Master was paying attention to these reports. The rapid demise of the whaling industry was destined to be a resounding crash, followed by a sigh, just like the countless sighs of countless people throughout history.

Under the moonlight, at the edge of a swirling pod of whales, a whaling ship facing bankruptcy and despair sprinted at full speed toward a lone gray whale, its bow harpoon cannon aimed and fired.

The whale cried out in pain, and its companions swarmed together at an unexpected speed, charging towards the unfriendly, large iron fish.

A majestic blue whale crashed into the ship, raising the deck high like a cliff before crashing back down. Sailors were thrown about, two masts snapped, a large hole was torn in the hull, and the propulsion system was damaged. Faced with a pod of whales, the ironclad ship was as fragile as a piece of waterlogged paper. The devastated sailors screamed, raised their pistols and fired, clung to the deck to hold themselves together, and huddled in their cabins, weeping bitterly.

The captain personally operated the radio to send a final, desperate message to the investors, explaining their failure and impending doom, and hoping that their compensation and insurance money could be sent to their families.

Radio waves surge into the sky, refract in the atmosphere, and are projected onto the planet's horizon.

The first mate asked what to do next.

“We’re doomed,” he replied.

In the dry silence, only noise came from the radio.

After making his final arrangements, the captain went up to the deck, took out his pistol, and stood with the dozen or so surviving crew members.

At this moment, the whales circled the ironclad ship like birds of prey in the sky, forming a circular vortex like deathly eyes leading to the abyss.

They communicated using low-frequency sounds indistinguishable to the human ear, expressing their extreme anger and dissatisfaction with the iron fish.

The harpoon cannons were reloaded, and the human sailors prepared for their final, desperate struggle.

At that very moment, the moon and stars shone like silver frost, illuminating the sea with a brilliant light. The backs of the whales seemed cast in iron, and the sailors' faces were ashen. They squinted to shield their eyes from the light, their minds filled with trepidation and doubt at this strange astronomical phenomenon.

After the silver light dimmed, a three-eyed skull wearing a trench coat floated on the bow of the ship, suddenly appearing in view.

"what is that?"

The sailors, prepared to fight to the death, stood frozen in place. The deck beneath their feet had somehow become as stable as the ground, and the waves had ceased their fury.

The three-eyed skull pointed towards the water, and several columns of water rose up, pulling the sailors who had fallen into the sea from the whale pod, tossing them high into the air, and gently dropping them back onto the deck, where they lay soaking wet, panting and crying.

The ship's captain dropped his pistol and knelt down in fear. The sailors also threw down their weapons and clung to the deck in terror.

The sailor operating the harpoon cannon was so frightened by the three-eyed skull so close that he fell to his knees, kicked and crawled away, and knelt in a corner far away.

The sorcerer stepped onto the deck in his illusory form, the sound of wind emanating from beneath his mask. The broken mast was lifted and pieced back together as if nothing had happened, and the damaged hull was repaired and mended.

He walked up to the wounded. The impact of the whale had sent people flying like marbles. Those with minor injuries had broken bones and ruptured organs, while the seriously injured had broken necks and were only a few dozen seconds away from brain death.

The wounded wailed, their eyes fixed on the terrifying thing approaching.

The figure crouched down, gently pressing down on the corpse with its severed neck. Immediately, the bones reset, nerves reconnected, and muscles repaired. The corpse let out a violent gasp and suddenly came back to life.

"God..." those who witnessed this scene cried out unconsciously, then suddenly fell silent.

Silence enveloped the deck, no longer in despair, but in a choked-up happiness.

One after another, the three-eyed skull gently helped up the wounded, its warm palms brushing over their wounds and wiping away the tears streaming down their faces.

When he stood up again, the sailors knelt down around him, forming a small whirlpool.

"Go home. Change your profession, live patiently, and wait for a new life to begin," the monk whispered to the crowd.

"God, please tell us your name!"

The three-eyed skeleton did not answer. He walked away with his hands behind his back, heading towards the gray whale that had been injured by the harpoon cannon. A moment later, he stepped onto the whale's back and led the pod of whales away, disappearing into the depths of the shimmering waves under the moon and stars.

(End of this chapter)