Slime Immortal.

Chapter 143 The Monster Cannon Concept
As dawn dispelled the mist, golden light bathed the swamp fortress, heralding another vibrant day.

The shadow of the demonic tide has completely dissipated, and castle construction is back on track.

On the spacious open space to the east, three groups of civil slimes were diligently building a slime academy, while the surrounding area was crowded with slimes who came to learn how to build.

They were currently helping to brush off the dust with a "splattering" sound, getting their bodies covered in it, just like they were playing in the mud.

Despite their antics, these creatures are actually the most imaginative slimes chosen by this land, and the slime engineers responsible for building wonders in the future.

In the treehouse next to the castle, a different kind of tranquil scene unfolds.

The scholar slimes gathered around Little Flower, intently learning the techniques of handprinting.

Although they can only produce four or five magic leaves a day, it's a good start and enough to maintain trade with the tree spirit territory.

With help, Chen Yu was finally able to devote himself wholeheartedly to his long-cherished "mass production of cannons" plan.

"Ding ding... ding..."

On the city wall, Chen Yu basked in the warm sun, his gel-like body slightly contracted, his small hands holding a pen, intently drawing a Gathering Yuan Talisman.

Beside him, several metal slime gunners worked closely together, their rounded bodies transforming into tiny cone-shaped tips that precisely struck the gray gravel crystals, producing fine, crisp sounds as they helped carve the jade talisman and speed up the entire process.

Including the "Goblin Ripper" that Chen Yu is working on and which is about to be completed, the territory now has a total of six artillery units—two in the mining area and four in the fortress walls, defending four directions.

With the combined defense of the slime gunners and the stinger bee soldiers, we will be able to deal with the Black Fang Mercenary Group's regular raids in the future.

"Ugh...so boring."

In a corner of the wall, Count Bran lay sprawled with his wings spread, the bird looking as if its bones had been removed, even its brightly colored feathers exuding a sense of utter despair and hopelessness.

Arthur went to the treant territory to trade for food as usual, leaving it alone to guard the busy and vibrant fortress, which seemed out of place.

Moreover, the sun was particularly harsh today, and it didn't even have the energy to fly away and look for a pretty pebble.

Just as it was looking dejected, its gaze lazily swept across the end of the forest path in the distance, and then it suddenly paused.

Some small moving dots came into view.

It looked like a dwarf shaped like a barrel, and some... rolling stones?
……

Following the lead stinging wasps, Iron Anvil traversed a long and damp underground passage and finally set foot on the land of the Eastern Swamp. Behind him was a group of noisy little earth elementals eager to see their leader.

In the eyes of the Anvil, the Eastern Swamp had always been a symbol of barbarity, a place with nothing that held no interest for the Copperfire Clan.

But when he actually set foot on this land, he realized that his years of accumulated experience and knowledge were not entirely correct.

Beneath his feet was a wide and flat stone path, the solid stones reflecting a faint light in the sunlight, completely unlike the muddy and treacherous conditions of an ordinary swamp.

Along the roadside, you can see many yellowish-brown slimes pounding the ground with their bodies, and wherever they roll, the soft ground magically becomes hard and flat.

Further away, some guarded goblin and human captives were working, cutting down trees to prepare rations for Peggy.

The little stones behind him couldn't wait to see their leader and touch those shiny stones.

Seeing that the anvil was walking so slowly, two of the slightly larger little guys came over, and with a "whoosh," they worked together to lift the anvil off the ground. Then, they took off running along the forest path.

Soon they came to a castle that resembled that of a human nobleman at the end of the forest road.

The anvil gazed at it with admiration.

Although the fortress was far less magnificent than the dwarf mountain city, its bricks and stones were laid out with exceptional neatness and straight lines, exuding a simple yet powerful symmetrical beauty, which made him, a dwarf with an instinctive pursuit of detail, feel very comfortable.

Nothing is more perfect than this simple symmetry.

It seems he and His Majesty can get along well in private.

"Boss! It's the boss!"

The little earth elements, inspired by the contract, jumped and skipped happily around Chen Yu on the city wall.

Chen Yu had just finished the last stroke of the Gathering Yuan Talisman when he sensed the familiar fluctuations below. He lightly jumped onto the wall and waved his gelatinous hands to welcome them, but he was still very curious about what the anvil was doing here all of a sudden.

The city gates opened, and the anvils and little earth elementals were welcomed into the castle.

As soon as the little ones entered, they were attracted by the slimes that had just finished class. Unable to resist their mischievous nature, they forgot about asking for spirit stones and quickly mingled among the slimes to play.

After inviting the anvil into the tree hall, Chen Yu released a small clone that jumped into his arms and asked directly, "Why did you suddenly come here?"

Iron Anvil rubbed his thick fingers somewhat embarrassedly and explained his purpose in a deep voice.

"Ahem... To be honest, Your Majesty, the mining area is still a wasteland with nothing to do. I spend all day there with nothing to do but watch those beetles mining. It's so boring."

"I was thinking of finding something to do, rebuilding the forging workshop, buying some blacksmithing and forging tools, and maybe buying some ale to drink...hehe."

Chen Yu readily agreed.

"My knight has gone to the Underlands and hasn't returned yet. You'll have to go to Ironboot Town to take care of the tools and beer yourself. As for the funds..."

He paused, then swayed his gel-like body toward the count outside the window.

"Go and apply to Earl Bran. Remember to write your application in detail and with strong reasons, otherwise he won't be so easy to agree to."

Iron Anvil thanked him excitedly, licked his lips, and then, remembering the true purpose of his trip, his expression turned serious.

"Your Majesty, to be honest, I have another matter to attend to here."

He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke frankly: "I have been observing those artillery formations these days and found that these big guys seem to have many flaws. For example, they need to be disassembled and reassembled every time they are deployed, they cannot be moved freely, and the efficiency of replacing gray gravel crystals is not high."

He gestured in the air with his hand: "I have an idea. Perhaps we can forge a movable gun base for the artillery array and change the internal gray gravel crystal slots to a sliding and replaceable design."

"As long as the gray gravel crystals are pre-cut and sculpted into standard sizes, rapid energy replacement can be achieved by using mechanical structures and counterweights."

“That way, we can solve two problems at the same time. What do you think?” He looked at Chen Yu after saying that.

To critique someone else's meticulously designed magical creation and point out its "shortcomings" is undoubtedly a blatant offense, especially to someone in a superior position, so it takes considerable courage to expose it.

But as a dwarf, he could never resist the pursuit of perfection.

In his view, the motto of the dwarves was to strive for excellence, and the pursuit of perfection was the pursuit of progress in forging techniques. He could not allow himself to turn a blind eye to existing problems.

This behavior is a complete insult to the name of Copperfire and a betrayal of his anvil, Copperfire himself.

Chen Yu's gel-like body rippled slightly, as if he were thinking rapidly.

Just as Tiezhen was feeling a little uneasy, Chen Yu conveyed his appreciation.

"This idea is fantastic. I've invested in it. Just let me know if you need any resources."

Upon hearing this, Tiezhen's face immediately lit up with a joyful smile, and his beard stood on end with excitement, as if he had met a rare kindred spirit.

At this moment, Chen Yu suddenly changed the subject, "However, I was thinking that purely metal creations might still be too cumbersome. Why not try combining them with monsters?"

"For example, combining it with small earth elements."

He jumped to the window and pointed to the little ones playing outside.

"These little guys have a magical property: they can fuse together without any hindrance into larger earth elemental giants."

"If the artillery array is directly 'embedded' in the shoulders or arms of the giants and used as weapons, then the giants themselves are the most stable and flexible mobile artillery bases. Two legs are always more adaptable to various terrains than wheels."

Of course, Chen Yu had more practical considerations that he didn't mention.

The little earth elementals all possess the "energy storage" talent, allowing them to store a large amount of spiritual energy before battle, thus improving the "Goblin Ripper's" endurance and eliminating the need to carry a large amount of heavy gray gravel crystals every time they go into battle.

The saved transport capacity will allow the beetles to carry more of the moss monster's provisions.

"Ah this..."

After hearing this bold idea, Tiezhen was stunned for a moment.

Combining monsters, forged items, and magic circles... Your Majesty's imagination is truly boundless.

Is this something a human could come up with?

That doesn't seem right. His Majesty is indeed not human; he is a lump of slime.

After a brief moment of surprise, came a surge of ecstasy and creative passion, like an eruption of an underground volcano.

Iron Anvil felt as if he had opened a door to a new way of thinking, and was immediately overwhelmed by a surge of inspiration. Countless ideas popped into his mind, sparkling and waiting for him to realize them.

"Your Majesty, I will apply for funds immediately."

Iron Anvil suddenly stood up, so anxious that he forgot to say goodbye. He grabbed his charcoal pencil and a small roll of parchment, and while thinking of his words, he rushed toward the corner where Count Bran was sunbathing, muttering to himself.

"If we're going out, it's best to buy all the necessary items at once. We should purchase some high-quality steel bearings, and quick-release clips are also necessary... No, we can't obstruct the conduction of elemental energy..."

He seemed to be in a trance, walking without looking where he was going. He tripped over a slime and fell in a muddy mess, but he just wiped the mud off his face and continued walking toward the city wall.

Chen Yu looked at his retreating figure with some suspicion.

"This guy went out to buy supplies, what if he got lost and forgot to come back?"

No, let Earl Bran accompany him to buy supplies; he's bored anyway.

After seeing the two guys off, Chen Yu started drawing talismans again. Finally, before the afternoon arrived, he finished drawing all the talismans and set up the sixth cannon formation.

With the new equipment, even the sturdy metal slime couldn't help but let out a joyful buzz, celebrating the increase in the kingdom's strength.

Chen Yu proudly displayed his little belly, admiring his masterpiece.

He had originally planned to continue drawing talismans before the sun set, but then he saw a trading caravan appear at the end of the forest path.

Arthur returned, bringing with him enough food.

Once the caravan entered the territory and parked on the training ground, stinging wasps and beetles took turns carrying bags of tubers back to the grain warehouse.

It must be said that the tubers grown by these elves not only taste like potatoes, but their unrestrained growth also resembles potatoes.

As long as there is even a trace of moisture, these things can sprout new buds overnight and produce some toxins.

The damp environment of the swamp means these tubers won't last long; even if lime is sprinkled around the warehouse to prevent moisture, they can only be preserved for four or five days.

But coincidentally, although this thing seemed plentiful and could fill the granary he built at once, it was actually not enough to feed the moss monsters in the southern breeding farm for ten days.

Moreover, the moss monster has an amazing digestive ability and is not afraid of any toxins. It eats without restraint and remains energetic every day.

This is also a good way to control this kind of grain that doesn't keep well.

After finishing his work, Arthur respectfully carried Chen Yu back to the tree hall, his eyes still brimming with spiritual fire, and began to speak:

“Your Majesty, something has happened in the Treant Territory. Lord Viola has asked me to ask you for help on her behalf.”

Chen Yu was taken aback. "The Treant territory is in trouble? Could it be a goblin army?"

Arthur pondered slowly, "Yes and no. Although the goblin army did not take action themselves, they have been using the wind direction to spread plague and poisonous winds into the treant territory."

"Many plants have mutated due to the chaotic magic and have been interfering with the lives of the people in the territory."

"There are too many of them to handle. After learning that you like magical organs, Lord Viola asked me to bring these beans back to you. Whether you help or not is up to you."

After saying that, he took out two beans, each about the size of a pebble, from his pocket. They even had a faint magical power on them.

(End of this chapter)