Chapter 724 Higher Level Power

After the exercise, accompanied by Agatha, Phyllis came to the lord's castle again. ??

Walking into the office, Roland Wimbledon's expression was still the same as last time, and he didn't show any complacency, as if this was just a trivial matter.

However, during this meeting, she felt that the weight of the mortal sitting behind the mahogany table was obviously much heavier, and the title she spoke unconsciously used honorifics, "Your Majesty, before contacting the Taquila witch, I would like to Ask you a few questions."

"Go ahead," Roland nodded.

"Can the defensive weapons you have shown be mass-produced?"

If the plan to find the Chosen One is unfavorable, the war with the devil will undoubtedly continue for many years. If this weapon really requires nearly ten thousand mortals to manufacture, and the output cannot increase, Neverwinter will still face a tough battle.

At that time, I can also win more status for the Taquila survivors.

After all, the hundred or so God's Punishment Army controlled by witches is definitely a force not to be underestimated. When the fortress artillery has no time to deal with the siege beasts coming from all directions, they have to rely on them to fight a bloody path.

Fang Fang smiled, "First of all, let me point out that the fortress cannon is not a simple defensive weapon. Although it looks very heavy and difficult to carry by manpower or livestock, it is not a difficult problem for some vehicles. In fact , as long as it is slightly improved, it can completely become an offensive and defensive weapon."

"Vehicle?" Phyllis repeated. Long before she came to the castle, she had heard from Agatha that when talking with His Majesty, some awkward words would come up, and most of them were very straightforward. If you don't understand, you can directly bring it up. Generally, the other party will always say Happy to answer.

Sure enough, Roland rubbed his hands and said, "Anything that can carry it, such as the simplest... three-masted galleon, can be regarded as a vehicle."

"But this kind of big ship can only sail in the whirlpool sea."

"I'm just giving you an example. In the future, there will be vehicles that can move freely on land—Neverwinter is already working on this kind of thing, although carrying fortress guns is probably just a sideline for it."

A kind of war machine that can come and go freely on the road and carry such a heavy load? But according to the king, it doesn't look like it was specially prepared for artillery. Just when she wanted to ask a few more questions, Roland went on to say, "As for the output, after the new generation of processing tools becomes popular, I believe it will cover the entire border city wall within a year or two."

This answer made Phyllis secretly take a deep breath, covering the city wall within a year or two? Even if it's trebuchets and bed crossbows, it's impossible to build so many of them in a short period of time, right?

If this is the case, the surviving witches in Taquila may hardly be of any use.

This is a mixed answer. Perhaps their status will be lower than other witch organizations, but... it is always good to pay less casualties.

However, in view of her previous experience, she decided not to question it for the time being, but changed the subject.

"I understand, Your Majesty. The second question is, I noticed during the artillery drill that the last explosion didn't look like it was caused by the fortress artillery. Is it the strongest means of destruction you currently have?"

When this question was asked, Phyllis noticed a strange smile on Roland's face, "If you look at the technology you have mastered, it can only be regarded as the lowest grade."

"The lowest... file?" She was surprised, "Can you create a more violent explosion than this one?"

"Explosions are never-ending," Roland shook his head. "The second level is the level of weapons that Neverwinter currently possesses, and if it goes up, it is the third level... At that level, a city can be wiped out in one go." It’s not impossible to do it for flat ground.”

Phyllis was completely stunned. She instinctively wanted to think that this statement was nonsense, to destroy a city at once? That's not a power that mortals or witches can have at all, only gods can do it. But seeing the other party's strangely shining eyes, she found that she could not easily refute these words.

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

Roland didn't answer directly, but said slowly after taking a sip of tea, "What do you think the scene of the last round of explosions looked like?"

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

If the smoke is regarded as a cloud, the orange fireball rising from it is undoubtedly the rising sun at dawn.

"That's right, it's just a round of crimson morning light, and the third-level weapon is the real sun." Roland raised the corner of his mouth, as if talking about a divine creation, "You can't look directly at it, because That will burn your eyes. Get too close and the radiance of the bloom will set you on fire. The heat of its core will turn stone into gas, creating a blast powerful enough to tear down a house."

This description made Phyllis shudder, and she couldn't tell whether the other party was exaggerating or the truth. "Then how to make it?"

"Two epic tasks have to be completed, one is called Radiant Radiation, the other is called the distance of the sun, and—"

"Your Majesty!" Agatha frowned and interrupted him.

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

Epic mission? Bright radiation? She found that she couldn't understand a word. Looking at Agatha, the latter helplessly spread his hands to her.

"Ahem, it's very complicated anyway, so I need more witches to advance the research work and add various technology exhibitions in Neverwinter." Roland coughed twice, "Of course, the things you found in the ruins may not be the same. can help, so I hope to start more in-depth discussions as soon as possible.”

Phyllis glanced at the mortal king with mixed feelings, and then took off the ring in her hand. "According to the agreement, I will contact Pasha and other survivors for you. When I crush this five-colored magic stone, they will be able to sense my location, but it may take one to two days to have a direct conversation. Time... because I don't know when Pasha will be able to prepare the magic core."

"Is it possible to talk anywhere?"

"Yes, but if conditions permit, it's better to have a more spacious place."

"Well... Then crush the magic stone in the reception hall, it will look more formal." Roland said to Agatha, "You can take her there."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After leaving the office, Phyllis took a deep breath.

She has done everything she can, and the rest depends on the reactions of the rest of the survivors. 8