Chapter 523: Maiden Flight and Disciple

"Old Senior's style of doing things has mostly solidified. If we want to safeguard the fruits of reform after I'm gone, we must cultivate young people in echelons."

"Why does what you say sound a bit sentimental?"

Sinuoli and Balin discussed this; this loyal advisor had been by his side since the activation of the system. With Balin's growth, many times the two were no longer just one-sidedly imparting knowledge but promoting each other.

"Your Majesty, Excellency, Malakai's civilian-type airship has passed the preliminary review and is ready for its maiden flight. Will you two be attending?"

Kalade Fengbaoxingzhe knocked and entered. Compared to optimizing mature products, he knew that new things were easier to achieve results with. Because the objective conditions for the northern railway extension were not yet ripe, it was still in the feasibility study stage, so the Deputy Minister of Transportation and Communications poured his energy into civil aviation.

"Why not?"

Soon, Sinuoli saw a much "fresher" giant aircraft. With the artillery, firing ports, armor, and ammunition racks removed, it was at least not so rickety in its design.

"Whoo-hoo! Takeoff~"

The arrival of a Demigod was undoubtedly a huge encouragement—before wealth, he had become famous in the Old World for mastering the Storm. Although the engineers at the Advanced Technology Research Institute were long prepared to dedicate themselves to promoting revival through technology, no one complained that their beard was too long.

The boiler was already burning red-hot. Malakai gave a loud shout, and the engineers cut the ropes that bound the airship to the tarmac. The expansion of the gasbag provided lift, while the propellers controlled the direction, allowing it to hover flexibly over the mountain ridge.

"My Slayer Oath shall be fulfilled through steel, courage, and honor! The great Revival King shall witness it with His own eyes!"

Failure could not make the Slayer Engineer change his arrogance. He stood on the railing at the bow of the ship, waving his wrench and hammer, and unceremoniously roped Sinuoli into it.

"Perhaps we could first try a short-haul route from Eight Peaks to Red Cloud Mountain? This is the most urgently needed, and the residential areas along the way are not very dense."

"You are too anxious, Kalade. This is just the maiden flight; it is still a long way from entering operation! How high and fast can it fly? At what low temperature can it fly without crashing due to icing? What about special weather like strong winds and heavy rain? And lightning strikes, fires, etc., all must be considered."

Sinuoli stroked his beard and issued new instructions. His experience from his past life gave him a higher regard for civil aviation safety. Especially in the early stages, those who took aircraft often had a certain social status, and the impact caused by accidents would be greater.

"I haven't finished yet. Overall lifespan, the lifespan of key components, maintenance and replacement cycles, etc., also need to be clarified subsequently. The good news is that we can artificially create some test conditions; we don't have to go all over the natural world to find them."

"Then should the modification of the military version be delayed a bit more?"

"I believe that because of the gasbag, the airship can only be dispatched after we have completely mastered air superiority."

The Dwarf King certainly knew that it could carry dozens of times the ammunition of a gyrocopter, and equipped with heavy artillery, it could deal a devastating blow to the enemy. But it still had to obey the laws of physics and would not have as long a health bar as in a game; the attributes of a glass cannon limited its performance.

"King Belegar and his family have arrived. Will you see them now?"

Returning to Gaoyuanbao from the test site, Sinuoli was just preparing to have a drink to warm himself up when there was a new arrangement. Their visit had been reported in advance, but Lady Anya was pregnant with her second child and it was inconvenient to fly, which caused some delay.

"This little one, why is he still shy? I held you quite a bit in the early years!"

Walking into the reception room with long strides, Sinuoli and Belegar hugged each other fiercely, and then he rubbed the head of the little Dwarf who had been pushed out from behind his mother with force.

"As promised before, this child is entrusted to you. It is his honor to be able to receive instruction beside the Reviver; learning three-tenths of your skill is enough to guard a region."

Anya suppressed the reluctance in her heart. She had practiced the duties of the Minister of Women and Health very well. During the process of presiding over the sacrificial ceremony, she received the favor of the Mother Goddess. Like Drazhoath, this sensitive matriarch also felt a faint threat beyond the glory.

"Sigh, it's probably that the warriors described you too exaggeratedly. That day I heard two sentences—something about how if you host a banquet, you must have dragon liver and phoenix gall, and for a small drink, you need a thousand rat tail tips fried to go with it."

"It has to be the tail of a Stormvermin, Dad! Uncle Sinuoli, when you need to review documents, do you also go to the Realm of Chaos to pluck feathers from the Lord of Change to make a pen?"

"Hahaha! When you go back, tell them that I also need to dip it in the pus of a Great Unclean One to write!"

Sinuoli's laughter almost shook Gaoyuanbao. He felt as if he had returned to the Sanglake Castle in the Grey Mountains back then, listening to Maldini recount the "epic battle" between him and Gulu.

The Dwarfs needed a spiritual pillar of a figure. Recapturing the Southlands; taking back Eight Peaks; bringing the Ancestor Goddess back to the Mortal World—these successive achievements allowed him to surpass the heroic figures of the past four thousand years and directly compare himself to Gotrek-Suixingzhe.

"Rest assured, Luen, Luen II, right? I will take good care of him. As for what to learn, it depends on his talent; I will teach according to his aptitude!"

Sinuoli knew that it would take some time to get familiar with the little guy. He let Lady Anya take him to rest in the afternoon; the two kings needed to talk about some things that men should shoulder.

"Badlands, your judgment is very correct. That Black Orc, Grimgor Ironhide, has started to expand. It has already annexed two warbands."

"Hmm, it is the most Waaagh! Greenskin warlord of this era."

"What should I do? You said before not to try to support its opponents."

Belegar was clearly under great pressure. Beheading Geerya-Edan with the Slayer King made him realize more clearly the terror of a Demigod; this was a powerhouse who could truly ride alone against a thousand.

"Yeah, you say those trash, what support can make them its opponent? The armor and weapons given on the front foot are hung on the bodies of Tiepi's Hardboyz on the back foot; it's no different from directly aiding the enemy."

"Then are we just going to watch it sweep through the entire Badlands, raising a Waaagh! unprecedented like Gorfang Rotgut?"

"It's different. Gorfang was a commander of talent; I have read the old battle reports. It valued tactics and would even use formations, archers, cavalry, and artillery to dominate the battlefield. Other warlords only know how to think, but it knew how to calculate."

Handing a beer to Belegar, Sinuoli guessed that before coming, he must have secretly scouted the heroic posture of Tiepi's battles.

"When is Tiepi the most terrifying? When there is one and only one elite force around it! Charging seven times in and seven times out of a million-strong army is no empty talk; the compatriots in the Dark Lands know this best. But it is not good at commanding large army operations; being too heavy to turn around will instead create opportunities. Recall carefully, I have followed this thought in several previous campaigns."