Chapter 19: Yaoguang Yajituo and the Musketeers Are Formed, and They Find a Bandit to Practice With.

"I can't remember clearly. After my family fled to the West, they didn't say much about those things, and my father died of illness early. The territory that accepted the refugees divided us up, and most of us were assigned to serve as clergy in remote places in the church. It is said that this way we will be protected by the great sun and will not bring bad luck to people in other territories.”

Harry calmly recounted what he knew, and he couldn't provide much information.

"However, if my lord, you are interested in those things, you can look for the escapees from the south in other territories. If there are people who survived the disaster that year, my lord may be able to answer your questions."

Harry added that as long as he was willing to look hard, he might still be able to find some clues to the outbreak of the zombie plague.

Ryan sat back in his seat, thinking. The original person was only seven or eight years old at the time, and he was not a witness to the plague disaster, so he didn't have much memory at all.

For so many years, various nobles have kept secret about the disaster in the south, as if the disaster did not exist at all. The Principality of Genoa has not existed in this world since ancient times.

There were probably too many people who died, and even those who survived could not make it, so they were scattered and resettled. People in the other three principalities have no experience of this disaster. Human beings are creatures that easily forget the pain of the past (referred to as short-term memory). As time goes by, no one really cares about the disaster that year.

Ryan sighed helplessly, and then said: "Okay, I will start from this aspect and collect some information. In addition, my order is still valid. From today on, you will be the church priest of Second Terra, Charlie. I will take good care of him, old man.”

Then Ryan looked at the crude sculpture of the emperor under the stained glass window of the church, filled with chaotic light and shadow, blurring the face, and shouted:

"If he can hear the words, reveal his spirit and let him know that the great sun is the emperor!"

Harry looked at Ryan with a horrified face. The belief in the Great Sun has been spread in the four countries for a long time. Even people who don't believe in God will not show such disrespect openly. No wonder this Lord Ryan Weir was once tied to a cross as a heretic. How could anyone be so blasphemous in front of the church?

But what surprised Harry was that a gentle and sacred golden light actually pierced through the chaotic shadows and shone slightly on himself. He turned his head and looked in disbelief. The vague brilliance obscured the originally unclear face of the sculpture, making it more difficult for him to explore what kind of power was delivering the gospel.

Ryan was also surprised. The Emperor appeared twice in the church of the Great Sun, which already showed that the old bacon was paying attention to this place all the time.

Thinking of this, Ryan didn't know why, but his body began to gasp violently, and he even couldn't help but get a little angry, and yelled: "Why don't you take care of those people who are in danger and who are praying to you sincerely! Since you can With the ability to observe the entire galaxy, your blessings can be revealed at any time, why not help those people!”

This ball of light did not answer Ryan's question. Perhaps the strongest being in the physical universe cannot do what Ryan said. He can always appear in front of humans in need of help and easily destroy invading enemies.

"He can't do it. If one day he can do it, it will be to become a true subspace god, not the emperor of mankind. He is in pain and can only try his best to work hard at the nodes where fate is woven. You It is one of the nodes that he pays attention to. He believes that your power may bring some warm light to this dark world. He does not even have a clear consciousness, and countless entangled spiritual thoughts form the current emperor. That kind of pain No one can understand the sufferings that humans have suffered, but he can't show any cowardice or fear, and can only move forward arbitrarily. Once he stops, he will never be destroyed."

A gentle voice sounded behind Ryan. He looked behind him and saw a figure wearing a white robe with angel wings hanging from his back looking at him.

"Prometh?"

Ryan realized the reason for this existence, which was to spread the power of light to all humans and usher in a new era of White God, Fire Angel, and Promis.

Later, Ryan noticed even more terrifying changes in reality, and time was stopped.

In front of the sculpture, Harry was still immersed in the glory of the Emperor and rebuilding his beliefs.

Outside the gate in the distance, the knights who lifted Charlie up in the air and left still maintained their moving movements, and the birds in the sky were also fixed in place.

The dark ink slanted down, coming from nowhere.

The angel's wings were broken, his white robe turned into black clothing, and a dark arc of light flickered vaguely behind him.

"The power of darkness, the Black God, Douzhen——"

Ryan had some difficulty pronouncing these titles.

"There are some problems with the basic conditions of this world, so we cannot come in person. The same is true for Noah, we are trying to repair the world."

Kurokami spoke calmly, with a gentle smile.

Ryan was confused: "Why, why do you do this?"

"Looking for an answer. Human beings are my favorite children. I see beautiful characters and endless possibilities for the future in a human being. But here, human beauty is meaningless, which puzzles me. Courage will Turning into tyranny, health turning into decay, wisdom turning into cunning, beauty turning into evil desire, how can these emotions that human beings seek to please themselves simply be controlled by the four subspace gods? I have decided to let mankind embark on its own future, so in order to see the answer I want to see, I must do this.”

The Black God told his reasons. He even re-differentiated the White God Promis in his body, just to witness the endless possibilities of the future of the human race.

He raised his hand, catching the emperor's light and pouring it on Ryan.

"ah--!"

Ryan felt great pain, as if something was about to pierce his body and grow out of his head. In the center of the chest, the mysterious Philosopher's Stone squeezed open the ribs and was embedded in the body surface.

The huge red compound eyes spread out, covering most of his face, and the sensory stimulation ten times and a hundred times more powerful than the enhanced vision impacted Ryan's spirit.

The transformation ring on the waist emerged, and the golden dragon's claws stretched out to clasp the transformation ring.

Different from the earth-shaped yellow that carries all things, a brighter pale golden carapace grows from Ryan's body surface, covering the completely black body that can absorb all light.

"I can only help you so much for the time being. Those four disgusting guys haven't noticed this yet. You have to become stronger before the crisis comes. I hope you can become the Yaji who brings endless possibilities to me. Tuo."

The Black God disappeared, and Ryan fell to the ground, soaked in sweat. He still looked human, and his clothes were not damaged.

He touched his head tentatively and shook his head. There was nothing there, and his hair was wet.

If Harry hadn't been immersed in the Emperor's light, he would have thought that everything that had just happened was an illusion.

After a long time, the emperor's light disappeared.

Harry's steps faltered and he fell to the ground.

He couldn't remember what he had just seen in those lights. He only knew that he was being watched by a great being.

There is no doubt that that is the Great Sun, or as Ryan calls it, the Emperor.

He didn't even doubt whether all these scenes were illusions deliberately created by Ryan, a magician, because facing that existence directly shocked his soul, which was a unique feeling in his life.

"Lord Ryan, you must not be human."

"Who are you scolding?"

"I, no, no, I mean, you must not be a normal person."

"Why do I feel that these words sound so wrong? Forget it. Anyway, you know that the Emperor and the Great Sun are one and the same. In addition, since you are both priests, you should hurry up and help me build the hospital on Second Terra. Find people with medical and nursing experience. When Bryce holds his weekly meetings, you will be there.”

Ryan was about to leave after finishing his work, when he suddenly heard Harry ask again:

"Sir, is the plague about to break out again? You are so nervous and eager to improve the health conditions of Second Terra, it must be to prepare for some kind of disaster that is about to break out."

Ryan said without looking back: "As long as you know, I like to deal with smart people. It's much better than those old die-hards who can't think clearly about things and can't distinguish priorities."

"I will work hard to do what you asked me to do!"

Harry looked at Ryan's leaving figure and shouted loudly.

After solving the problem of the medical staff, Ryan strode towards the newly established foundry on Second Terra.

It was said to be a foundry, but in fact it was just a large, empty house built, and all the blacksmiths and their working tools from the original Second Terra were moved there.

In order to cast the musket body faster, Ryan helped them make a set of ten molds.

Because the quality of firearms is very important, this mold must be controlled by Ryan himself and inspected every two days to see if there is any wear and tear during the production process, which will affect the accuracy of the equipment.

As for some simple molds for metal farm tools and knives, these master craftsmen who have learned astutely can already make them independently and use them for farmers who are opening up new lands.

Because of the improvement in irrigation level, a lot of labor is saved. Many of them were not craftsmen, so they could be used to clear up wasteland and prepare it for farming in the coming year.

There will be many places where food will be used in the future. Even if it cannot be used as farmland, various factories built in the future will have to be built outside urban areas to avoid the inevitable impact of environmental pollution on the urban living environment.

In the future, this future weapons foundry will be moved to a more secret place.

"Sir Ryan, our production capacity can already produce fifty qualified metal pipes every day. Since the establishment of the foundry, there have been 242 metal pipes that can be installed with rear firing devices. Five days later, The planned 500 metal tubes can be completed. Including the time to install the firing device, the guards can be installed in eight days. "

The current only chief engineer in the blacksmith profession, Kokonov Daha, an outstanding blacksmith with part of the northern ancestry, is reporting to Ryan.

Kokonov and Bryce are good friends, and they are kind and good at accepting new things. In order not to be abandoned by the times, other blacksmith engineers who are grumpy and conservative also began to study and learn the new smelting methods mentioned by Ryan.

Ryan was still a little dissatisfied with this speed, but the ratio of several steels with better materials had not been studied yet. Even if he had read a lot of books in his previous life and knew these ratios, it would take some time to verify them.

After the knowledge that can be used quickly on the surface comes into play, the remaining knowledge, even if there is a clear principle to explain the command, cannot be completed overnight.

Just like the construction of steam engines requires relevant mechanical structure knowledge, it also requires the development of metal materials with sufficient strength before it can be tried.

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After Ryan followed Kokonov to check the wear of the mold, he went to the warehouse.

Gunpowder and metal projectiles are stored separately elsewhere, and only a small amount of gunpowder projectiles are placed in the shooting range for random testing of weapon quality.

More than seventy muskets have been replaced with more advanced flintlock firing devices, and no longer use the backward and dangerous matchlock form.

Ryan asked Kokonov to find Kamo, who often walked around the foundry in the past few days, earnestly fulfilling Ryan's goal, learning and thinking about how to use this new weapon so that it can play the greatest role in battle and cause heavy damage to the enemy.

Kamo quickly ran over and waited for Ryan's order.

Ryan asked Kokonov to load fifty flintlock rifles, looked at Kamo, and said seriously:

"I need you to select a total of fifty people from your knights and squires, and even the guards of Second Terra as the first batch of members of the musket team. Tomorrow morning, I will personally train them until they can use this weapon proficiently. In addition, help me see if there are any bandits or ferocious beasts nearby. I want them to be put into actual combat soon. Sometimes the times may reach the next new scale in an instant. Those who cannot keep up with this change will fall behind, and if they fall behind, they will be beaten."

Kamo hurriedly stood still and said, "Yes!"

He clenched his fists and was a little excited. From what Ryan meant, this musket team will soon be put into actual combat and fight against the enemy.

He thought about it for so long but still couldn't figure out how these guards equipped with new weapons should fight. After the knights abandoned heavy armor and horses, they lost their biggest advantage. Can these muskets really make up for or even completely replace these advantages as Lord Ryan said?

He didn't know, maybe only seeing it with his own eyes could dispel the last bit of doubt in his heart.

And now, this opportunity has come.

Kamo rushed to Bryce's office almost non-stop. He also wanted to hold a meeting to see if all departments could brainstorm and provide clues about the nearest bandit base or some beast disaster.

After all, Bryce said that holding a meeting is the first step to solving a problem, and he has always kept this sentence in mind.