Chapter 265 Brutal Blockage

Mark's idea is to have a huge battleship engine unit on the back of the tree man. When the tree man needs to move through the waterway, the tree man lies on the water, and the engine on the back starts the propeller, pushing the tree man to move on the water.

Since the tree man itself is a wooden creature, it has good buoyancy. The only problem now is to reduce the resistance when moving on the water and ensure that the engine block and artillery will not be soaked in water and destroyed.

Mark's whimsical idea, after Helena and the two great craftsmen discussed it, they were surprised to find that with the current technological level of the Mechanicum, it was actually possible.

Following the train of thought, the three people's minds became active.

Helena: "Carrying the engine pack for a long time? Why not just add an engine propeller backpack to the tree man? Take it off before fighting?"

Gonev: "What a great idea. Integrate the rudder and other things into it."

Ivanov: "What about repairs and maintenance?"

Gonif: "It's simple! No one else has heroic spirits. Do we, the Mechanicus, have any?"

The three of them were silent, and suddenly looked at Mark a little embarrassed.

Mark waved his hand: "It's okay, you continue."

The guys from the Mechanicus are crazier than many churches when it comes to violating 'taboos'. There are so-called [Mechanical Angels] in the Mechanicus.

Angels from other families are given divine power by the gods to maintain their spiritual bodies in the world. The so-called angels of the Mechanicum retain soul stones and then randomly insert them into some mechanical bodies.

Of course, this is often a 'benefits' only available to those high-level craftsmen who died due to frustration. Generally, craftsmen with low spiritual power will not have this qualification.

Then, Mark saw [Mechanical Angel].

He held his forehead.

how to say?

This thing is like the loli version of Minnie before the transformation.

On the surface, they are mechanical dolls that are about half a person tall. Their mouths are loose-leaf opening and closing mouths, and their faces are also mechanical structures. Some of them are in disrepair and have paint peeling off their faces. If a mortal saw them in the middle of the night, they would be scared to death.

As for the pair of angel wings on their shoulder blades, forget about them, they don't make people feel sacred at all.

The most outrageous thing is what they call the machine soul. To put it bluntly, it is spiritual power, or the obsession of these dead craftsmen. They can use the power of [Machine Soul] to achieve the effect of flying in the air carrying objects of a certain weight.

For most mechanical angels, this weight is 200kg.

As long as they are ordered by high-level craftsmen, these mechanical angels can complete complex repair and maintenance work within a certain range.

This outrageous ‘setting’ made Mark feel like he was in over his head.

"In principle, it is enough for a tree man's propulsion engine backpack to be equipped with two mechanical angels. As for fuel, there is no way. You still have to use as much as you need for a modern engine." Ivanov said.

To be honest, if Mark hadn't brought in a bunch of tree people this time, which made the two great craftsmen happy, they wouldn't have squeezed out their own mechanical angels to help.

After all, mechanical angels also have a service life. No matter how they are maintained, the [machine soul] will naturally weaken. Most mechanical angels will be scrapped after less than 100 years of use. To put it bluntly, these are the high-level craftsmen saved in the past!

"Okay! I'll leave the tree people's transformation project to you. I don't care about the process or capital expenditure, I just want the results. On the premise of ensuring the safety of the tree people's lives, I can do as good a job as possible."

"Yes!" The eyes of the three mechanical maniacs narrowed into a crescent shape.

Those who play mechanics love this kind of boss the most.

Mark returned to the Caribbean from the Mechanicum's workshop and immediately worked overtime in distress.

right!

work overtime!

The aristocrats of this era focused all their talents on social interaction and maneuvering. I know nothing about disaster management. Those internal affairs officials asked them to collect taxes in a pretentious manner during peacetime, but once it comes to resource allocation, they will completely stop.

Mark had to take over the management and operation of the entire city, otherwise he would not be able to allocate enough resources to the Mechanicum workshop.

Transformation requires resources, the steel plant needs to be kept open, and the supply of iron ore needs to be ensured. However, workers need food supply...

Nowadays, evil spirits are rampant, and there are still evil spirits sneaking into the city to kill people and cause trouble. Externally, we must guard against the invasion of evil groups, and internally we must clean up any fish that have slipped through the city.

Although Hank's knights were busy, Vivian originally wanted to be gentle with Mark, but was suddenly called out again.

This requires maintaining the operation of the city while maintaining military control, allowing refugees to mine, providing work-for-relief, and so on.

The only one with some administrative skills was Rosalyn, who could help a little. For the first time, Mark experienced the hardships of being a father and a mother.

When Mark finished his work, it was already three o'clock in the evening.

As soon as he came out of the study, Mark saw Barbara sitting in the living room wearing a dancer's costume, dozing off with her head in her hands.

The divine form transformed into a mortal saint, but she didn't really need sleep. She was so bored that she felt sleepy.

As soon as she saw Mark coming out, she immediately woke up, jumped up lightly, and showed a face full of fawning.

"Mark, are you done? Do you want me to dance for you?"

Mark was very tired. In fact, he wanted to refuse. When he thought that Barbara was probably worried about whether he could fulfill his promise, his tone softened.

"Then just a shorter dance, no need for music."

Barbara was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Okay."

Mark returned to the room and just lay down when he saw Barbara pulling off the drawstring of her white gauze robe with one hand. The gauze robe then slid to both sides like an open curtain, revealing Korean-style personal equipment.

The gorgeous scenery finally breaks through the cover and appears in the human world.

It was a short and intense dance. After Mark taught her an AOA Korean dance, the dancing goddess was very interested. Now that she was lucky enough to see it, Mark suddenly felt happy.

At the end of the Korean dance, it was the dancing goddess’ solo dance.

…

"Barbara, how many soul fragments have you collected so far?" Mark stroked Barbara's wavy hair.

"I have been in contact with 818, but I have fully accepted only 256. There are so many soul fragments that contain an incredible amount of sorrow and madness. I can't stand it," she said cautiously.

She didn't know why Mark emphasized this. She instinctively felt that it was related to "taking her away from the Day of Judgment and leaving this world" and it should be very important.

Of course, normal gods hope to collect the fragments of their own souls. Even if they don't know what the benefits are, it must be that the more complete the soul, the better.

She really couldn't take it.

The memories of hatred contained in so many fragments almost made her suffer a nervous breakdown.

If collecting all the soul fragments is the only way to escape, then she will most likely go crazy before she can do so.

After all, dropping a speck of dust into a pool is completely different from dropping a drop of water into a pile of dust.

Mark took out the [Eye of Agamotto]: "It seems that I am going to deal with some rough attacks on the other 'you'."

"Well, I think they'll be willing to listen to you."