A chat group for a certain tower warlock

“So it’s Mr. Galio.” Mostima nodded calmly. “You must be in a lot of pain. But now, it’s alright. I’ll have it end your suffering for you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone statue servant that had pierced Galio activated the chainsaw on the axe-spear. With a series of sounds of flesh and bone being torn apart, Galio was slowly ripped in two by the axe-spear in front of everyone.

"Bah!"

As Galio, now in two, landed on the ground, Mostima looked at the terrified crowd and said with a smile, "Alright, the person who interrupted our conversation is dead. Can we continue our discussion now, shall we?"

“Of course, of course, Lady City Lord.” ×n

Listening to the comments from the crowd below, Mostima did not deny it. Her relationship with Yarman was much closer than that of husband and wife, and she did not care about these titles.

"Then let's continue discussing the laws of Canaan..."

Half an hour later, Mostima finished explaining the last rule. Looking at the crowd below who were taking notes diligently, she nodded with satisfaction. That's right, listen to the instructions!

Just as she was about to stop, a message came back: a stone statue servant guarding the border had been forcibly destroyed by an unknown force while in the third gear, and its body had been taken away.

"..." Mostima's expression changed instantly. She slowly raised her head and looked at the crowd in front of her, her eyes flashing with endless killing intent. The crowd that was about to leave was so frightened that they sat still on the spot.

"Tear all these corpses apart!"

"Sizzle~~~!"

Before everyone's eyes, all those who had been pierced were torn to pieces. Looking at the torn-up rebels, Mostima breathed a slight sigh of relief. The violence against the rebels finally eased the tyranny in her heart. Looking at everyone, she said calmly, "Those who have other matters to attend to can stay."

"Splash splash!"

As soon as she said that, everyone stood up and filed out with their notebooks in hand. The conference room they were in had become a bloody hell, the stench of blood so strong it was almost pickling them.

As the crowd filed out as if fleeing, Mostima sat in her chair and waved wearily. Several stone servants entered the conference room and began cleaning the scene.

What's wrong with me lately?

Mostima sat in the chair, completely unresponsive to the scene before her. She realized that her emotions had been getting increasingly strange ever since she slept with Yarman one night.

Not only my emotions, but my body also started to change. For example, the horns on my head grew a little longer, and I grew to 1.8 meters tall. My old clothes no longer fit, and my physical fitness improved a lot.

"Phew! I must have been under too much pressure. I just need a rest."

"Sizzle~~~~!"

"Mostima, I... Holy crap!" Yalman stared in shock at the conference room filled with blood and chunks of flesh. He slowly looked up at Mostima. "What are you doing here?"

“It’s just killing a few people, nothing much,” Mostima said calmly. She tried to stand up, but suddenly felt her legs give way and she was about to fall to the ground.

Yarman immediately stepped forward and hugged her. He frowned and said, "What happened? What did you do? I was only gone for a few days. How did things get like this?"

"...I don't know, I'm so tired!"

Looking at Mostima, who was like a dead fish, Yarman shook his head helplessly, picked her up and carried her back to her bed in her room to rest. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at the sleeping Mostima with a puzzled expression.

"What on earth happened? How did it turn out like this? And why was my war machine destroyed?"

"Did I travel through time? Why don't I know anything?"

Chapter 53: The Perpetual Motion Machine of Natural Disaster Type

Five hours later.

"Mmm~~~~~!"

"you're awake?"

"How long have I slept?"

“About five hours.” Yarman glanced at his watch, then looked at Mostima, his brow furrowing slightly. “I want to know what happened while I was researching energy machinery.”

“Actually, nothing much happened.” Mostima sat on the bed, shrugging in confusion. “I first dealt with the people’s complaints about Canaan. It was nothing more than the fact that the circulating water wasn’t hot at night and we had to heat it ourselves, and that the lights were out when we went to the toilet at night…”

"It's normal for the power supply to be unstable when Canaan is newly established," Yarman said calmly. Not to mention the people below, even when he first came here, the power supply was not sufficient. As for the problem of circulating water, there was nothing that could be done. Boiling water requires energy, and Canaan didn't have much energy.

"Then how did you deal with it?"

“There’s nothing we can do about the electricity supply, and as for water… well, there’s really nothing we can do about that either.” Mostima shrugged, spread her hands, and said calmly, “It’s difficult enough to even guarantee that the drinking water is hot, let alone recycled water.”

"and then?"

“Then they just keep complaining, and after complaining they go back to work.” Mostima replied directly, “It’s okay, complaining a bit won’t hurt, I understand.”

"What then?"

“Later, I talked to the leaders of those small groups. The process went smoothly, and those who needed to be eliminated were eliminated,” Mostima said matter-of-factly. “As for the missing war machines, I don’t know what happened to them.”

"You don't know either... Fine, I understand." Yarman sighed with a bit of heartache. His precious items had just been shown off, and then one of them disappeared. It was really disheartening. It would be fine if it were a regular mass-produced item, but this thing was a custom-made high-end product.

Now that the items are missing, he has no idea how to replace them, it's a real headache.

“Didn’t you make that thing? Couldn’t you have ordered another one?” Mostima asked, looking at Yarman sitting next to him with a worried expression. “And then there’s the energy problem.”

"The energy problem has been solved. I have already built the prototype, which I named Catastrophe." Yarman said to Mostima, "In short, this machine utilizes the power of the world's rules to achieve super high energy efficiency, so we won't have to worry about energy anymore."

"As for the war machine... to be precise, it was built by me and others in collaboration," Yarman said slowly. The machine was indeed not built by him alone, but was the culmination of the collective wisdom of all the group members.

The low-level artificial intelligence, the somatic nervous system, and the heavy firepower units were all purchased from Scranton, designed and manufactured by Scranton himself, and even utilized reality warping capabilities.

The runes and magical circuits at the core of the spell were ordered by him from Dumbledore. Dumbledore designed them based on the divine cores of Tyr, the god of war, and Apollo, the god of the sun, from his world. The legendary wizard who had touched the realm of gods drew them by hand and sculpted the prototype.

The power armor was ordered from Linnard. It took three whole months, involving all the magicians in his tribe, to upgrade Pikachu's armor by several generations, using countless holy waters and dark oils, and incorporating all their latest research results, before finally assembling a prototype.

The joints were ordered from Tesla and made with the best metal materials in the world from Frostpunk, using the latest forging technology. They were designed with the precision of micrometers in mind, referencing the joints of giant robots. They were all made to the highest level of biomimicry, and the current conduction system was designed by Tesla himself.

The internal skeleton was completed by Lin Yi. To do this, he killed countless powerful demons, extracted their bones one by one, added various refining techniques, and finally transformed and condensed them into human form.

War Machine's combat tactics and strategies were derived from Princess Aurora's father, the legendary warrior. It took him countless hours just to put this data into the database, and he also spent a long time discussing with Princess Aurora's father in order to make War Machine usable.

The laser-emitting eyeballs were purchased from Veronica; it seems they were made by killing a powerful Shoggoth, gouging out all its eyes, and then using various strange magic.

He created the biological muscles of the war machine, using all his knowledge and skills. The materials needed for the muscles were new materials that he researched on-site over countless hours. He also utilized the expertise of his lineage of wizards, using rare and exotic materials that were no longer available.

"Sigh, anyway, you know that manufacturing this thing is very troublesome and costs a lot of money." Yarman didn't want to explain too much. This thing was hard to explain, and he didn't know what to explain. "Anyway, now that the machine is gone, it's gone. It can't be replaced in a while."

"So what do we do now?"

“Take the stone statue servants and retrieve the prototype I created, then install it on the energy tower,” Yarman said after a moment’s thought. “Then I’ll go check where the things were lost.”

“Okay!” Mostima got out of bed and walked towards the door.

"By the way, don't put too much Originium into that machine, or it will explode!" Yarman reminded Mostima, who was about to leave. "It operates according to the disaster mode. If you put too much Originium in, the machine will actually create a disaster, and then it won't be a power supply machine anymore."

"...You actually managed to do it?!"

"It's just a small experiment, nothing serious," Yarman said casually, then reminded him again, "This machine isn't particularly stable, so be careful not to put too many Originium in it!"

"Don't put in too much, how much is enough?"

"Well, this machine is actually a disaster-generating machine. Once enough Originium is put in, it will start up. Then the machine will actively guide the Originium inside to form a disaster state. When the internal micro-disaster reaches an explosive state, the machine will continuously absorb the energy of the internal disaster."

“Furthermore, this machine is open-loop; the internal natural disasters can also absorb external Originium particles. Under ideal conditions with a sufficient amount of external Originium particles, it can achieve perpetual motion.” Yarman looked at Mostima and said slowly, “Do you understand?”

"Well... I guess so? I think I understand."

"That means you didn't understand."

"That seems to be true, they probably didn't understand."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you can lead people up to install it and know how to put Originium in."

"This job seems easy."

"It may be easy, but if the quantity isn't controlled properly, Canaan will fail."

"..."

Chapter 54: The Scarlet Troupe

"Good heavens... who on earth is causing this trouble?!" Yarman looked at the outer wall of the mobile city, which had been melted through, and scratched his head. If he wasn't mistaken, this should have been caused by some kind of powerful Originium Arts, but... who caused it?

Furthermore, my stone statue servants were even attacked with anti-ship missiles, so why were they still destroyed? Even their remains were completely taken away by the enemy.

Yarman stood there observing for a long time. Suddenly, an extremely subtle Originium Arts fluctuation caught his attention. He stepped forward to examine it closely. It was a sound-based Originium Arts, and unlike the sound Originium Arts of Letania, it seemed to be an ancient form of witchcraft.

"Let me see who it is that destroyed my war machine and even dared to leave a message behind!" Yarman said angrily. This was already a provocation. He hit someone and then left a note. Did he want to die?

"Dear Sir... Hello, I am delighted that you have purchased my published book. I believe you are also a refined person who is passionate about art. I am the director of the Scarlet Theatre Company from Victoria. I hope that after receiving this message, you can attend the play that will be performed by our company in five days."

"We have reserved seats in the first row for you and your wife to ensure the best viewing experience. We would be extremely grateful if you could attend, and we would be deeply sorry if you could not. This information will later become a permanent ticket, and we always welcome you!"

"As a valued client of the theater troupe, our staff had already gone to your residence to greet you. However, your security guard seemed to have a bad temper and had a minor conflict with our staff. During the conflict, our staff accidentally damaged the item. We hope you will forgive us."

"We will repair and restore your belongings when you come to our theater to watch the show, and then return them to you personally. Of course, if it is inconvenient for you to carry them, we can also arrange for a professional transportation company to transport them to your residence via a dedicated line. Until then, we will temporarily keep your belongings in your care. We appreciate your understanding."

“Your loyal friend, the director of the Scarlet Troupe.”

"Hmm...this person has good taste; he can tell I'm a refined person." Yarman stroked his chin smugly, accepting the troupe leader's assessment of him without any sense of guilt, even though he had never opened or even glanced at "Beauty and Ugliness in the World" after purchasing it.

But this does not prevent him from considering himself a refined person who loves art.

"But I really don't have much free time right now, so I won't have a chance to visit the theater troupe." Yarman sighed with a bit of regret. He was actually quite curious about the mysterious theater troupe leader, and he was also very curious about the theater troupe itself. Where did they get so many collections from?

Back when he was playing the game, he felt that this theater troupe was extraordinary. How could such a small troupe have so many videos of its collections, and even bring them to life, making them exactly the same as the originals!

That's really amazing!

Just as he was muttering to himself, a black invitation card suddenly appeared in the air and slowly floated downwards.

He grabbed the invitation and stuffed it into his pocket. He took out his staff and gently tapped the outer wall of the mobile city, which had been blasted open, restoring it to its original state.

"But these intellectuals, they really know how to talk a good game. They even said there was a minor conflict. Can a minor conflict really cause war machines to miss their anti-ship missiles and heavy machine gun bullets? Are you kidding me!" Yarman looked at the desert outside the city, which was already scorched black, and snorted coldly.

However, that Scarlet Troupe is really something. They managed to destroy his war machine and take it all away. He couldn't even track them down.

"Forget it, I'll take Xiao Mo out to play when I have time, and we'll settle the score then!" Yarman repaired the last piece of broken metal, turned around, and left the battlefield.

…………

Victoria, Scarlet Theatre Company.

"This machine is simply a miracle!"

"Our new guest is truly a powerful and wise wizard!"

"I'm going to write a completely new script for this machine!"

"This machine killed 38 of my pack animals!"

"The martial arts techniques built into this are extremely profound!"

"It's so ugly, it has absolutely no artistic merit."...

Seeing the murmuring crowd, the troupe leader coughed lightly a few times. After the crowd quieted down, he looked at the prop master and mechanic sitting not far away and said, "You two fix this machine. It will be for our own use from now on. Oh, and remember to change it so much that it's unrecognizable."

"Um...why?"

"That way, when guests come, even if they just look at the machine, they won't want to take it back."

"Ok!"

Seeing the two nod in agreement, the troupe leader looked at the playwright who had already started writing his script not far away, "You need to finish the script for this machine quickly. The new performance will start in five days, and I hope that all the new audience members can see the new show by this machine!"

"Yes, Mr. Director of the Theatre Company."

Sitting and watching the crowd begin working around the machine in front of him, the troupe leader nodded in satisfaction and slowly walked towards the chair behind him. This machine had indeed given him a great surprise.

He had never seen such a powerful magical creation. The driver, Daowu, and Bai Yinghua he sent over were almost wiped out by this machine. If the driver hadn't brought enough pack animals, they would probably have been torn to pieces by the stone giant's axe and spear.

In the end, he had to come to the rescue in person. He talked to the giant over Bai Yinghua's phone, eventually destroying the giant's low-level artificial intelligence core before bringing it back.

"But what will happen to this thing without artificial intelligence?" The troupe leader sat in his chair, looking at the machine in front of him that had clearly become dull and lifeless, and muttered with a headache.

Suddenly, he realized something: he didn't have artificial intelligence, but he had people!

“Sword Dance, go and bring over our loyal audience. As our loyal audience, it’s time to give them something in return!” the troupe leader said in elegant Victorian.

"Yes, troupe leader!"

Soon, a large group of onlookers covered their eyes, laughing and crying intermittently. The troupe leader coldly reached out and gently swept a handful of white souls over their heads, which were then pulled out. Under the troupe leader's sorcery, these white souls were kneaded into a strange whole.

After loading the entire machine into its body, the troupe leader looked at the war machine, now incredibly agile again, and smiled with satisfaction. "The rest is just a matter of adding heavy firepower on its back!"

"This... can be changed!"

"mechanic!"

"exist!"

"Take down the heavy weapon unit on the back of the Divine Machine and modify it into an Originium version!"

"Yes! Troupe leader!"