Chapter 835

Dozens of missiles appeared in Liulan's pupils once again, and those beautiful dark silver vertical pupils were almost about to spit fire. The Great Shaman archers were all ready, but they were all a bit lazy and couldn't get their spirits up, actually not having much fighting intent.

The sound of horns rang out in the camp, and the Shaman warriors all rushed out of the barracks, and then stood in various open spaces, holding heavy shields in their hands, the distance between each person standing was about the same, looking from the sky, it was not too dense, nor was there any sparse place.

The missiles whistled and arrived, opened acceleration, and then nimbly avoided most of the intercepting heavy arrows, rushed to the sky above the camp, and then threw down a large expanse of short cones, just like the previous few times.

The warriors on the ground fell in swathes, the heavy shields in their hands only had weak defensive capabilities, and only a few lucky ones avoided the fate of being shot through. Fortunately, the warriors were very scattered, and the casualties looked tragic, but in fact, there were only a few thousand.

"Ah ah ah!!!" Liulan's roar moved a hundred li, even attracting the gaze from beyond the heavens. Casualties were not a question of how many, but facing the missiles that could not be intercepted, Liulan inevitably had a heavy sense of humiliation and frustration.

He looked at the corpses all over the ground, his rage like madness. But this rage was useless, he couldn't stop the missiles, and couldn't prevent the low morale.

In the past ten-plus days, Liulan had to endure a round of missile bombardment every day. Therefore, the army marched very slowly, and the army's morale was low. Walking to now, there were still two hundred li away from Qingming's official defense line, and they hadn't entered the attack range yet.

Liulan had already figured it out; these missile warheads were all equipped with a guinea pig with a little spirituality.

Guinea pigs had keen spiritual sense, reacted extremely fast, and were naturally timid. They had been trained and had already learned how to drive missiles to avoid danger; as soon as they saw the Great Shaman's heavy arrows shooting over, they would instinctively dodge.

Compared with guinea pigs, the Shaman tribe's heavy arrows were still a bit slow, so the interception effect was quite poor, and it was not certain that one could be intercepted out of ten. And the guinea pigs were clearly trained, and knew to stick to places with many people, to places with tall or dense buildings, and to altars.

Seeing Liulan's fury, a confidant said: "My Lord, calm your anger, the number of this kind of missile must be limited, and it won't last long."

Liulan was quite disgusted with this kind of empty comfort, and said angrily: "This kind of low-level spirit beast, one can give birth to hundreds in a year, isn't it as many as you want?"

The confidant hurriedly explained: "My Lord, what I said is not the guinea pig, but the incoming rocket. The subordinate has already checked, this rocket is well-made, the parts are tightly fitted, and it cannot be built without a master craftsman. A brilliant craftsman would be tired to death, I'm afraid they couldn't build one in ten days or half a month."

"That Wei Yuan has already smashed nearly a thousand rounds back and forth, presumably the inventory is already exhausted. We can exchange some ordinary soldiers for this kind of war weapon, which is actually quite cost-effective."

Liulan nodded slowly, feeling it made quite a bit of sense, his mood finally improved a bit, and then suddenly laughed out loud. The subordinate was a bit confused, but at this time he had to ask: "My Lord, why do you laugh?"

Liulan said: "People around think that Wei Yuan is how powerful, but in my opinion, he is just so! Short-sighted and lacking strategy! Hmph, if it were me, with these sharp weapons in hand, I would definitely hide them and not reveal them. When our army is attacking in front of the battle, I would take them all out at once and attack only the altar!"

"Now Wei Yuan is wasting heaven's gifts, using them just like this, it's just killing some ordinary soldiers, what use is it for the overall situation?"

The subordinate then realized, so he was convinced, and praised: "My Lord uses soldiers like a god, not something those ugly people can compare to!"

Liulan nodded slightly, quite self-satisfied.

In Qingming's Weapon Forging Workshop, Yu Zhizhuo stood beside Wei Yuan, looking dissatisfied, pointing at the mountain of warheads in front of him, and said: "Taking them away is fine, hitting them out is fine, in short, hurry up and transport these things away for me! Now the warehouse is completely full, the three large warehouses that were just completed, it's only been ten-plus days and they are full again!"

"What is that old thief Chuhe doing, how can loading a warhead be so slow? Can't even load one thousand a day?"

Wei Yuan accompanied him with a smile and explained patiently: "He is not easy either, guinea pigs have a poor memory, they must be trained on the spot, otherwise they will forget everything after seven days. The newly selected disciples are not skilled in Beast-Taming Heavenly Heart, so the veterans must do it. Training five hundred a day is already the limit, any more and they can't take it."

Yu Zhizhuo frowned, and said: "Why, are those few guinea pig elders planning to rebel?"

After the number of guinea pigs reached a certain level, some of them underwent inexplicable changes, larger in size and smarter, and later, guinea pigs with innate Dao Foundations and self-generated spirituality actually appeared. Originally, these few guinea pigs with spirituality planned to lead their clansmen to dig through the medicine garden and escape Qingming, but they found that there were cats on the ground, snakes underground, and minks appearing in the group from time to time.

Then the True Person Chuhe discovered the strangeness, so he gathered these few guinea pigs together, formed a council of elders, appointed them as elders, and responsible for managing everything about the guinea pigs for the old Daoist.

As a result, these few guinea pig elders were moved to tears, feeling that they had seen the lighthouse of rat life, and enjoyed the noble treatment of being born as humans, so they never looked down on their clansmen who were still muddled, and did their best to restrain their clansmen for the old Daoist, and the methods were exceptionally cruel. The old Daoist was able to train guinea pigs to get on rockets in a short time, and these guinea pig elders contributed significantly.

Yu Zhizhuo also knew these things, so he thought it was the few guinea pig elders who had problems.

Little did he know that Wei Yuan sighed and said: "Those few elders are very firm and have no problems. On the contrary, one of our trainers went crazy."

Yu Zhizhuo was silent, and then asked: "Then what should we do now?"

"The Shaman tribe will be in place soon anyway, when they are in place, I will fire all the rockets I can fire at once, their front-line altar definitely won't be able to run."

Then Wei Yuan passed a piece of data to Yu Zhizhuo and said: "However, the battle results of these few days show that rockets are not very reliable, they can hurt but can't kill, and they don't hurt much, just hitting for fun. We have to use some other means."

Yu Zhizhuo took the data, read it carefully, and said: "It seems that not being able to hit the Great Shaman archers really doesn't hurt the Shaman tribe. But the power of the gunpowder weapons we currently have is insufficient, and relying entirely on gunpowder to deal with Great Shamans is still a bit lacking."

Wei Yuan asked: "With existing means, within what distance can there be a fatal threat to Great Shamans?" "I designed a new weapon last month, it's just right for the Dao soldiers to use. By the way, your new spiritual treasure is almost done, it's just missing the final refining of the weapon spirit. Since you're here, let's complete this step."

Wei Yuan flew with Yu Zhizhuo toward the Hundred Industries Engineering Academy. The headquarters of the newly established Engineering Academy was in the Weapon Forging Workshop, and all the academicians had no objections.

Yu Zhizhuo had a whole room of laboratories in the Engineering Academy, with more than two hundred assistants, simultaneously conducting more than one hundred studies.

Wei Yuan followed Yu Zhizhuo into a heavily defended laboratory, where there were eight Dao Foundation completion cultivators, who were concentrating on controlling light spheres, dealing with tasks. Each of them could deal with sixteen tasks simultaneously, and appeared quite relaxed.

Wei Yuan also took an extra look before entering the next laboratory.

It had to be said that the cultivators in Qingming were now accustomed to using the Human World's Renjian Yanhuo, and their level had greatly increased. Back then, Cui Yu had a hard time dealing with sixteen tasks before ascending to Dharma Form, but now these eight Dao Foundation completion cultivators could all easily handle sixteen tasks.

The number of tasks was a sign, actually representing the level of primordial spirit spirituality. The higher the spirituality, the greater the probability of ascending to Dharma Form, and the easier it was for high-level Dharma Forms to appear. Now there were eight cultivators in one Yu Zhizhuo laboratory who could handle sixteen tasks, and they all had a high probability of breaking through to Dharma Form, so it was no wonder Wei Yuan took an extra look.

After passing through another array, they entered Yu Zhizhuo's own laboratory. This should be called an experimental area, with hundreds of parts placed on the shelves, and a legendary anvil placed in the corner. This anvil was actually a top-level spiritual treasure, and a brilliant weapon refining master could hammer out any parts they wanted on it.

In the array in the center of the laboratory, a long spear was placed, rotating slowly with the array. There were countless ghosts in the array, and many different faces were constantly rising and falling in the array, all appearing extremely painful. The array was also connected to countless small arrays, which were injecting numerous Yin forces and demonic energy into the array, making the ghosts even more painful.

Such a scene made Wei Yuan a bit shocked: "What is this doing?"

"Injecting a weapon spirit for your new magic treasure. The more painful these ghosts are, the more they will choose to merge with each other, trying to alleviate the pain, of course, in fact, the pain will only increase, not decrease. After all, what one has been enduring is the pain most suitable for oneself, and one can't stand others' pain."

Wei Yuan was stunned, not expecting Yu Zhizhuo to say such reasonable words.

Yu Zhizhuo continued: "A weapon spirit produced by numerous ghosts has one advantage, which is that its spirituality is very high. The disadvantage is that it will sometimes be irritable or even out of control, which requires the owner's spiritual sense and Dharma Form to be exceptionally strong, otherwise it is easy to be backlashed."

This was naturally not a problem for Wei Yuan; just in the Human World's Renjian Yanhuo, dozens of copper men had been dug out.

Yu Zhizhuo said: "Now there is one last step, which is to inject your essence blood, as well as a bit of spiritual sense. Of course, it's best to add some luck. With the dotting of luck, the weapon spirit might become what you want, for example, some beauty, hahaha!"

Wei Yuan grinned and said earnestly: "Uncle-Master, those of us in the Heavenly Work Hall shouldn't tell jokes in the future."

Yu Zhizhuo's laughter froze on his face, and then he snorted heavily, saying: "Nephew, we have already heard of your reputation. If you really dot out a Princess Ningguo in a while, I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to pass the test!"

Wei Yuan's face turned black, and he said urgently: "Uncle-Master! Be careful with your words!"

Yu Zhizhuo also realized that now was not the time to talk nonsense; the result of luck refining was the most unpredictable, and any result could happen. If the weapon spirit really came out as a Princess Ningguo, it would be a mess.

After such a small twist, Wei Yuan already had a strong ominous premonition, and was a bit hesitant at the moment.

But under Yu Zhizhuo's constant urging, Wei Yuan still flicked a drop of essence blood into the array, and countless ghosts, like hyenas seeing flesh, rushed from all directions, scrambling to throw themselves into the essence blood.

Wei Yuan was still not at ease, so he decided to throw in some more luck. This was a spiritual treasure he was preparing to use for Master Yu Jing, so Wei Yuan naturally couldn't be stingy. At this time, there was no luck from beyond the heavens, and besides the massive amount of green human luck, there was only a bit of golden glazed luck left, which was left over when the Red Lotus Bodhi passed the tribulation.

Wei Yuan threw all the remaining golden glazed luck into the array, unexpectedly Yu Zhizhuo exclaimed beside him: "How can you have Pure Land Glazed Heaven luck?"

Wei Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked: "Is there anything wrong with this luck?"

"Nothing wrong, it's just very rare, even the Hall Master's collection doesn't have more than a few dozen strands, and not as much as you threw in at once. I didn't expect this kind of luck could also be used by the handful, I'm just... sighing." Yu Zhizhuo shook his head while sighing.

Wei Yuan's feeling of something being wrong became even stronger, and he saw a beautifully lined bald head gradually floating up where the ghosts gathered.

"Sure enough... can it be even more unlucky..." Wei Yuan sighed in his heart.

Then he saw a pair of green pupils slowly open.

(End of chapter)