Chapter 724: A Higher Level of Power

After the drill, Phyllis, accompanied by Agatha, once again arrived at the lord's castle.

Walking into the office, Roland Wimbledon's expression remained the same as last time, not revealing any sense of triumph, as if it were merely a trivial matter.

However, at this meeting, she felt that the weight of the mortal sitting behind the mahogany desk had increased significantly, and she unconsciously used honorifics in her address, "Your Majesty, before contacting the witches of Taquila, I would like to ask you a few questions."

"Go ahead," Roland nodded.

"Can the defensive weapons you demonstrated be mass-produced?"

If the plan to find the Chosen Ones is unsuccessful, the war with the devils will undoubtedly last for many years. If this weapon truly requires nearly ten thousand mortals to manufacture, and the production cannot keep up, Neverwinter City will still face a tough battle.

At that time, she could also strive for more status for the survivors of Taquila.

After all, a hundred or so God's Punishment soldiers controlled by witches are definitely a force to be reckoned with. When the fortress artillery is unable to deal with the siege beasts surging from all directions, they will have to rely on them to fight a bloody path.

The other party smiled, "First of all, I must point out that the fortress artillery is not a purely defensive weapon. Although it looks very heavy and difficult to move by manpower or livestock, it is not a difficult problem for some vehicles. In fact, with a little improvement, it can be completely turned into a weapon that combines offense and defense."

"Vehicles...?" Phyllis repeated. Before coming to the castle, she had heard Agatha say that when talking to His Majesty, he often spouted some awkward neologisms, most of which were very straightforward. If she didn't understand, she could ask directly, and the other party would generally be happy to explain.

Sure enough, Roland rubbed his hands and said, "Anything that can carry it to move can be considered a vehicle, such as the simplest... three-masted sailing ship, which can be regarded as a vehicle."

"But this kind of big ship can only sail in the Vortex Sea."

"I'm just giving an example. In the future, there will be vehicles that can move freely on land—Neverwinter City is already working on developing this kind of thing, although carrying fortress artillery is likely to be just its sideline."

A war machine that can move freely on the road and carry such heavy objects? But listening to the King's words, it doesn't seem to be specially prepared for artillery. Just as she wanted to ask a few more questions, Roland continued, "As for the production issue, after the new generation of processing tools is popularized, I believe it will cover the entire border city wall within a year or two."

This answer made Phyllis secretly take a breath of cold air. Cover the city wall in a year or two? Even with catapults and ballistae, it wouldn't be possible to build so many in a short period of time, right?

If that's the case, the surviving witches of Taquila may have little use.

This is a mixed blessing. Perhaps their status will be lower than other witch organizations, but... it's always good to have fewer casualties.

However, given her previous experience, she decided to postpone questioning and changed the subject.

"I understand, Your Majesty. The second question is, I noticed during the artillery exercise that the momentum of the final bàozhà (explosion) did not seem to be caused by the fortress artillery. Is it the strongest means of destruction you currently possess?"

When this question was asked, Phyllis noticed a strange smile on Roland's face. "If we look at the technology I have mastered, it can only be considered the lowest level."

"The lowest... level?" she asked in surprise, "Could it be that you can create bàozhà (explosions) with even greater momentum?"

"Bàozhà (explosions) are endless," Roland shook his head, "The second level is the actual weapon level that Neverwinter City currently possesses. Further up is the third level... At that level, it is not impossible to raze a city to the ground in one go."

Phyllis was completely stunned. She instinctively wanted to dismiss this statement as nonsense. Destroying a city in one go? That is not a power that mortals or witches can possess. Only gods can do that. But seeing the unusually bright eyes of the other party, she found that she could not easily reject these words.

In the end, she could only lower her voice and ask, "What kind of weapon is that?"

Roland did not answer directly, but took a sip of tea before slowly opening his mouth, "What do you think the scene of the last round of bàozhà (explosions) looked like?"

Does this have anything to do with my doubts? She closed her eyes, recalled for a moment, and said, "A newborn sun."

If you regard the smoke and dust as clouds, then the constantly rising orange-red fireball is undoubtedly the dawn sun.

"That's right, just a crimson morning light, and the third level weapon is the real sun." Roland raised the corner of his mouth, as if describing a divine creation, "You can't look directly at it, because it will burn your eyes. If you get too close to it, the light it emits will make your whole body burn. The temperature at its core can turn stone into gas, and the resulting shock wave is enough to collapse houses."

This description made Phyllis shiver. She couldn't tell whether the other party was exaggerating or whether it was really true. "Then how can it be made?"

"You have to complete two epic missions, one called 'Brilliant Radiation' and the other called 'Distance of the Sun,' and also—"

"Your Majesty!" Agatha frowned and interrupted him.

"Please don't talk nonsense at this time," Nightingale's voice also reached Phyllis's ears.

Epic missions? Brilliant Radiation? She found that she didn't understand a single word. Looking at Agatha, the latter spread her hands helplessly.

"Ahem, in short, it is very complicated, so I need more witches to advance the research and accelerate the technological development of Neverwinter City." Roland coughed twice, "Of course, the things you found in the ruins may also help, so I hope to start more in-depth negotiations as soon as possible."

Phyllis looked at the mortal king with mixed feelings, and then took off the ring on her hand. "According to the agreement, I will contact Pasha and the other survivors for you. When I crush this five-colored magic stone, they will be able to sense my location, but if you want to talk directly, it may take another day or two... because I don't know when Pasha will be ready with the magic core."

"Can you talk anywhere?"

"Yes, but if conditions permit, it is best to be in a relatively spacious place."

"Well... then crush the magic stone in the reception hall, which will also seem more formal." Roland said to Agatha, "You take her over there."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After leaving the office, Phyllis took a deep breath.

She had done everything she could do, and the rest depended on the reactions of the other survivors.