Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 306 Statue
In the afternoon, Su Ming activated "Summoning of All Things" again, teleporting some materials and equipment that needed to be added during the installation process.

The power area in the lower deck had been completely transformed, no longer cluttered and disorganized. Under Angie's leadership, a group of trainees who had acquired basic mechanical engineering knowledge had completed the connection of the various pipelines.

The massive boiler system was successfully ignited and started up. With a deep rumble, steam was released in an orderly manner, driving the huge steam turbine to rotate slowly.

As expected, problems arose – hissing sounds came from multiple pipe connections and valve locations, spewing out scalding white steam, instantly enveloping the entire lower deck in a thick white mist.

Fortunately, the personnel on site had all been equipped with protective spells and shields, preventing them from being burned by the high-temperature steam.

If this kind of untested, unloaded operation were to occur in an engineering project on Earth, the person in charge would likely be fired immediately.

But in this other world, it's just a way to increase efficiency.

Connecting high-pressure pipelines inherently requires multiple steps. But what happened next left Su Ming speechless.

These otherworldly mages each displayed their unique abilities. Some took out alchemical potions that shimmered with strange light and applied them to the leaking cracks; others cast shaping magic directly, attempting to withstand the internal pressure, which was dozens of times that of atmospheric pressure; still others used animating spells to deform and twist the metal pipes in certain areas.

Some people have even created "holy bone beetles" and thrown them into pipes, where they automatically crawl over and plug any leaks.

Su Ming was dazzled by the sights, and his eyes twitched involuntarily. But considering the time constraints, he could only grit his teeth and let these people use their "specialties."

The bottom deck was filled with pipes and valves, which looked rather strange, as if they were covered with various alchemical patches and magical seals, but at least they were indeed working properly.

“Now we can connect the generator.” Beanie wiped the oil stains from her forehead, looking at the steam turbine system that was starting to run. Her tone was relaxed, but also mixed with a little resentment. “These new devices are very well designed. As long as they are connected, they can be started and run directly. I feel like I haven’t played much of a role.”

“You guys are really impressive,” Su Ming said, looking around at the massive power core. “Getting such a large unit running is already incredibly difficult.” He paused, then pointed to the trainees who had participated in the installation and were now covered in oil but with excited eyes. “The next step is to provide them with systematic training. The daily operation and maintenance of this power system will all depend on them.”

“Yes, there’s still a lot of work to be done once it’s up and running,” Beanie remarked. “For example, the magical auxiliary technologies used will need to be standardized, just like your technology side does.” Suddenly, she thought of something, and her eyes flashed with excitement. “If we can use magic arrays to reinforce the key parts of the equipment, its potential can be further explored!”

Su Ming recalled the scene when the small steam engine of the "Zhiyuan" was powered by a magic array during its maiden voyage, reaching 150% of its output. He nodded in agreement, "You compile some magic enhancement plans, and I'll have the engineers back home perform simulations and data verification."

“Yes!” Beianqi nodded vigorously, full of enthusiasm.

The condensate recovery system has also begun testing.

Su Ming also summoned the supporting greywater treatment equipment to its location. The condensate and collected wastewater were purified by the equipment and then reinjected into the circulation system.

As various equipment gradually came into place, the framing team in the lower compartment also got busy. They began to close the temporary hatches and passages reserved for the installation of large equipment and rebuild the bulkheads.

In contrast to Su Ming's rough and simple style, these professional necromancers displayed meticulousness and craftsmanship.

At every structural connection, they meticulously crafted smooth, curved transitions, greatly reducing stress concentration points. Many critical support components were carefully constructed with various ribs.

This significantly enhances the impact resistance of the new hull structure. Compared to the White Triangle, the Pansy represents a qualitative leap in structural strength.

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After completing the main structure, these necromancers began enthusiastically carving patterns and hanging various decorations whose meanings Su Ming couldn't decipher.

Faced with the scene that had instantly turned into an art workshop, Su Ming frowned. "It's just a ship's structure. As long as it's sturdy, that's enough. Why make it so complicated?"

"Lord Su, what's this!" A student who was engrossed in carving vine patterns looked up and reported, "Over in the living area, they're all carving narrative murals!"

"Murals?!" Su Ming immediately rushed to the living area. Sure enough, a series of relief sculptures under construction came into view in the corridor of the living area.

The first series' theme is none other than "Su Ming and Violet: The Legendary Battle Between the Radiant Chanter and the Fate Master!" In the center of the image, a towering, imposing figure of Su Ming, standing eight feet tall, exudes heroic spirit and overwhelming power, majestically trampling the Radiant Chanter under his feet...

"Stop! Stop right now!" Su Ming shouted urgently. "We don't need this stuff! Keep the walls clean and smooth! That's an order!"

“But sir—” one of the students said.

"There are no 'buts'!" Su Ming said firmly. "The uneven surface of the wall will affect passage and maritime safety!"

“Uh… sir,” the academy member continued, “what I really wanted to say was… the bow crew is currently sculpting a full-body statue of you…”

Su Ming was speechless for a moment, then immediately turned around and scrambled up the deck in three quick steps, rushing towards the bow. The sight before him stunned him: a large number of shattered stone statue fragments were scattered on the deck. Judging from the size of the wreckage, the statue was obviously quite large, and it seemed to be a double statue.

On a nearby communications mast, five or six sculptors were hanging upside down, their faces contorted with grievance and their bodies twisting in agony. Violet stood to the side with her hands behind her back, staring at them with an unfriendly expression.

Su Ming stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the ground. A fragment seemed to be carved into two hands, one large and one small, clasping together in an extremely gentle manner.

Before he could see the details clearly, with a "thud," Zijin stepped over and crushed the fragment to pieces.

Su Ming looked up and saw the girl's expressionless face. She subtly shuffled her toes.

"What did they carve that made you so angry?" Su Ming asked curiously.

Zijin glanced quickly at Su Ming, a barely perceptible blush crossing her cheeks. She coughed a few times and uttered a few words, "The carving is... too ugly."

Su Ming couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Then he definitely deserves to be punished!"

The head sculptor, hanging upside down, clearly refused to accept this false accusation. He struggled desperately to speak in his defense, "Innocent! Those exquisite statues of the Divine Grace Sea were all made by us! They were clearly—"

Before she could finish speaking, Zijin had already grabbed a bone club from the deck and struck the chief sculptor on the back of the head with a "thud." The man didn't even utter a sound before passing out.

"That's enough, that's enough!" Su Ming quickly advised. "A small punishment is enough to show the message. Don't really break their heads; they still have to keep working."

Zijin snorted, her sharp gaze sweeping over the other sculptors hanging upside down as if it were a physical object. The sculptors instantly fell silent, ceasing all wriggling and hanging obediently.

"Do we... have too many people?" Su Ming sighed as he looked at the scene.

“The power area in the lower deck can only accommodate so many people working at the same time.” Violet put down the bone club and clapped her hands. “So the construction team is overcrowded right now.”

Su Ming thought for a moment and called Rupert over: "Get a damage control team out here right now and stuff all those troublemakers into it."

"Yes, boss!" Rupert replied immediately, but then asked somewhat blankly, "But... what exactly is the work of this damage control team?"

“Damage control is the team that rushes to the scene to handle damage when it occurs on the ship,” Su Ming explained. “Emergency response speed is crucial, and they must also be familiar with the ship's structure. So—” he smirked, “have them practice running laps on and off the ship!”

"..."

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On the somewhat gloomy sea of ​​Beihai, the cargo ship "Pious Widow" is sailing through the gray waves.

Suddenly, several figures dressed in the pure white robes of priests from the Temple of Light descended from the sky and landed on the rocking deck. A tense atmosphere instantly enveloped the cargo ship.

"The Devout Widow?" The leading priest captain glanced at the ship's name on the hull and let out a disdainful snort.

The dark-skinned ship owner immediately put on a smile, rubbed his hands together, and hurried forward. "Your Excellency! Please forgive us! We poor folks who make a living at sea give ourselves humble names just so that evil spirits will stay away and we can live in peace!"

The priest captain did not pursue the matter. Choosing a ship name with religious connotations and an ominous connotation was said to be taboo for pirates, and was quite common at sea.

"This is not the main shipping route," the priest captain said coldly. "What is your purpose in appearing here?"

The captain quickly explained, speaking rapidly, "Reporting to you, sir! I've taken on a mission to transport a batch of purple-veined ironwood to the fiefdom of a lord in the north! Look, this is the shipping contract, and this is the port record—everything is complete!"

He respectfully handed over several parchment scrolls stamped with a seal.

The captain of the priests took the document expressionlessly, checked it, and found no problems. He waved his hand, and several priests accompanying him immediately entered the cabin.

A moment later, the priest who had inspected the cabin returned and nodded to the captain—the cargo inside matched the contract perfectly, with nothing unusual.

The ship owner skillfully slipped a few gold coins into the priest captain's hand.

The priest captain's icy expression softened slightly, but his tone remained resolute, "Alright. Turn around and leave immediately! This sea area will be sealed off for the next five days, prohibiting any ships from passing through!"

(End of this chapter)