Brother Kang's Hammer, scientifically known as a cobbled-together sun-earth catapult

"There's a way that's not a way!"

Upon hearing Kang De's words, Hong San was taken aback. "Since there's a way, why did you...?"

Kang De glanced around and quickly said, "There's a chance it can be fixed, but the chances aren't high, and if it can't be fixed, it'll be completely broken. The reason I didn't try before was because I was afraid of breaking it completely. After all, Preston has already called someone to fix it, and if I completely ruined it, I'd be seen as a spy. But now it seems it can't be fixed! Since it can't be fixed, let me give it a try!"

"Things can't get any worse!"

He gave a few brief instructions, then shielded himself with his shield, turned around, and hurried away, preparing to climb down the city wall.

The elven archer, hidden among the foliage, spotted someone peeking out and seized the opportunity. He drew his bow and fired three arrows in quick succession toward Kang De's back. Kang De parried with his shield, and the arrows struck the shield, Iron Wall Enchantment, and shattered instantly.

His gaze was grim as he whispered, "Hong San!"

Hong San immediately shielded him with his shield. Kang De dropped his shield, grabbed three hard bows that were lying to the side, drew three arrows from his quiver, Dou Qi Inspiration a deep breath, and with a hum, the three longbows were drawn to their full extent. The strings were strung and the arrows flew out, flying towards the direction from which the cold arrows had come!

--Anyway, it's just a rough shot, so we don't need to worry about the archery skills!

Three streaks of light danced in the air, followed by three loud booms, and a sudden burst of intense flames.

After Kang De fired his arrow, he didn't even look at it before throwing the bow aside and leaping off the city wall. Hong San also rolled to the right to dodge. The former had developed a cunning mindset from playing online shooting games, while the latter was very shrewd. Neither of them both looked at the three explosions.

The next moment, retaliatory fire from all directions enveloped the spot where the two had been standing.

Seeing this, the supervising team made a gesture as if to shout, but Hong San quickly threw over a badge and briefly explained the situation.

They finally passed the test. After all, Nick had awarded them the highest-level combat badge, which granted them a great deal of autonomy in combat, and this finally calmed down the stern supervising team.

Kang De descended the city wall and ran wildly. Shouts of battle rose from all sides. The wooden golems continued to advance and were about to approach the city wall. Archers from both sides had already begun to exchange fire, but the infantry were still being passively attacked. Their battle had to wait until the monster approached the city wall, its roots and branches entwining and forming a bridge for passage.

That's when it's time to fight for your life.

Since ancient times, the difficulty of besieging a city lies in breaching its walls. Attacking from below is inherently disadvantageous, but the wooden Gundam that the elves cobbled together overnight has almost completely overcome this disadvantage. As long as this thing is attached to the city wall, the Twilight Moon elite soldiers will be able to reach the same battlefield height with ease and engage in a fair contest with the human soldiers—once the advantages of the two sides are equal, then the humans will definitely lose.

Something has to be done.

Otherwise, let alone holding out for three to five days, Valentan would probably have fallen today!

Not long after, Kang De rushed to position number five.

A group of about thirty to fifty people had gathered there, sighing and lamenting.

A middle-aged man in a Buddhist robe was circling the catapult, oblivious to the blood and dust that covered it. He was practically pressed against the catapult, his eyes wide open, sweating profusely, observing and calculating something. His expression was pained, and his face was pale, but he must have already figured out the result in his mind.

The people on the outermost circle, hearing the commotion, turned around and saw Kang De, all of them startled. "Who are you?"

Kang De didn't answer, but strode over. The situation was urgent; he glared around and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

These were mostly craftsmen, apprentices, and geometers. When Kang De glared at them, they all stepped back. Kang De approached the man in the robes, who finally heard the noise and asked blankly, "Who are you?"

Kang De abruptly asked, "Are you a war sorcerer? Can you even fix this thing?"

The other person was stunned for a moment, then their face fell, tears welling up in their eyes. "I'm powerless. The damage is too severe. Even if I replace all the parts, it will take a whole day, and that's assuming I can manage to mobilize manpower. After all, it involves dismantling, relocating, and dispelling the remaining magic. I'm simply powerless..."

Before he could finish his self-pity, Kang De stepped forward and shoved him aside. "Then get out of the way!"

The sorcerer was startled at first, and his apprentices and assistants also looked indignant. Before they could say anything, Kang De had already placed his hands on the catapult.

Enchantment.

Element infusion.

It is a composite Element drawn from the White Mist World.

Previously, when he was being chased by the Empire and was in a dangerous situation, he couldn't bear to abandon the car, which instead activated his Iron Son. Now, if he can do the same thing and create a Wooden Son... then he'll accept it.

If possible, he hopes it will be a daughter this time.

Just kidding.

That's impossible.

The Autobots' situation is likely an extremely low-probability event caused by multiple factors. If every enchantment could bring life to life, then, to say nothing of other things, the tactical artillery fire guide device that he enchanted out of sheer boredom would undergo a very, very, very miraculous change, instead of exploding into a pile of silicone fragments.

He just wanted to take a gamble.

The gamble is that the success rate of the White Mist Element Fantasy Enchantment is not ethereal and unpredictable, but rather traceable. Just like when the Autobots were born, the Humvee underwent numerous enchantments and modifications, and his emotions were poured into it. Now, this broken catapult also has countless Magic Power components, and it carries the lives and hopes of countless people. If his guess is correct, then both of these Element will be complete.

As for the principle of determining the two-way bloom of enchanted items... that's secondary.

"... Let's take a look!"

The Element surged in, whipping up a fierce wind from the ground. A thought flashed through Kang De's mind, and he shouted sharply, "All of you, stand back!"

Seeing the flowing light and strange phenomena, everyone was shocked and instinctively retreated.

Kang De's spiritual power then spread outwards in all directions. Scattered across the firing positions were flesh and blood, iron pieces, bullets, Magic Power components, and numerous defensive bunkers and decoys against magical attacks. These diverse Element were Extraction one by one and dissipated into the wind.

Large and small aggregates of Element drifted around Kang De, which he indiscriminately absorbed and then poured into the wreckage of the catapult.

It shone brightly.

The crowd stared wide-eyed at the catapult in disbelief, their hearts gradually filled with anticipation.

They belonged to the war sorcerer unit and knew these war machines inside and out. Even the apprentices could tell that the catapult was completely damaged and difficult to repair, so morale was extremely low.

But now, seeing this momentum, they slowly became excited.

What wondrous magic it must be to be able to repair a completely destroyed catapult!

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the intense white ball of light, eagerly anticipating the scene that would unfold when the light faded, revealing the majestic, mechanically and geometrically beautiful catapult intact before them, its performance unchanged. They immediately threw themselves into operation, piloting this messenger of war and unleashing destructive power upon the elves.

By Sura, may your light shine upon us...

They prayed as they gazed expectantly at the intense, even blinding, light.

If miracles had a color, they hoped it would be this color.

... But the next moment, the miracle turned blood-red.

A dense cluster of red shimmered from the center of the light, then, like red ink dropped into water, dyed the intense light as rich as blood.

In the dim red light, the outline of the magnificent trebuchet emerged.

Although the members of the war sorcerer unit were uneasy, seeing this scene gradually put their minds at ease. No matter what color the miracle was, repairing the catapult was a good thing.

They suppressed their excitement and watched it all unfold.

Because they could see clearly that the Rending Stone Pierce that had previously pierced through the inside of the catapult had disappeared, and the outline of the catapult that had emerged was indeed the masterpiece of the Dwarven Engineering Institute.

Every component embodies the master's thought, every structure exudes the simple yet powerful beauty of the dwarves. It is the embodiment of mathematics, the perfect fusion of mechanics and magic, a weapon of war, a giant protecting the homeland, a guardian of strength and beauty, and a powerful ruler of the battlefield!

Even the leading war sorcerer's eyes shone with unparalleled fervor and joy.

He didn't care how the Cathayan repaired the catapult; as long as it was repaired, he was extremely grateful to him, because only by repairing the catapult could his skills be put to good use!

He couldn't wait.

But...

The next moment, the expectant gazes of the crowd suddenly turned to astonishment.

Because from the outline they could see that something strange was gradually rising on the catapult's long, wide, and thick arm, which was simple yet powerful, with its dimensions precisely calculated.

Wait a minute! Hold on! What is this structure? Fangs? You've got it wrong! Why would there be something like this on the throwing arm? This doesn't make any sense in terms of mechanics! It's completely pointless!

Then astonishment turned to stunned silence, and silence to terror. The silhouette in the dim red light was undergoing subtle changes they couldn't comprehend: fangs, ornaments, a jumble of meaningless ramming hammers and scythes—could this catapult really be charging?

So, what exactly is this all about?

They soon got their answer.

The crimson light receded, as if mist had been dispersed by the sun's rays; the mission was accomplished.

The repaired catapult appeared before everyone.

"Hiss..."

Gasps rose and fell, some even audible as if someone was about to faint, as if a curtain had been drawn and the sudden shock nearly made the artillerymen pass out.

What... what is this?!

It's gone. The pinnacle of the Dwarven Engineering Institute, a magnificent work that blended the beauty of mechanics and magic, is gone. The catapult before us is still a catapult, but it can never go back. It has taken on the shape of this Cathayan, and... it looks terrifying!

What's with this glaring red color scheme? Where did the understated, deep silver go?!

What is this graffiti that's even uglier than a child's scribbles?! This horrible face, is it a goblin?! It must be a goblin! Why is it a goblin's face?!

And these pointless fangs and protrusions, the ramming horn on what a damn heavy catapult! Inexplicably embedded iron blades everywhere! And a skull! Where did that skull come from?!

And that's not all! The craftsmanship! The nailing! The reinforcement!

The crowd trembled like leaves, mostly from anger, with only a small portion being terrified.

Their contorted expressions reflected the shock in their hearts. Anyone would feel the same way seeing the pinnacle of dwarven craftsmanship reduced to this state—not to mention, the catapult originally had three layers of iron armor, a smooth, mirror-like surface, with every nail perfectly positioned and spaced. And now! Now! It's just a bunch of haphazardly nailed-in iron sheets!

It was completely something a drunken blacksmith apprentice sang and danced while randomly hammering things out!

Their eyes were bloodshot as they stared intently at Kang De, who had withdrawn his hands.

Kang De took two steps back and finally saw the full appearance of the successfully enchanted catapult. Its appearance had changed drastically, with a rough shape, ferocious accessories, red paint, and a wild temperament. It was covered with fangs, with iron plates placed horizontally. It was big and strong, exuding an aura of durability.

He muttered, "How did it turn out like this?"

--We wanted to ask you the same thing!

The crowd, brimming with questions and anger, hadn't even had a chance to erupt when Kang De glared at them. "It's fixed! Get back to your positions! The city walls are waiting for your artillery support!"

Everyone looked at this incredibly peculiar thing, their first reaction being—can this thing even be used?

But the next moment, they immediately came to their senses.

Even if you can't use it, you have to use it!

The loading team, firing team, calculation team, observation team, and maintenance team—the artillerymen quickly took their positions. As the war sorcerer passed by Kang De, he stopped, looked at Kang De, and his eyes held a strange expression.

Kang De looked back. "What's wrong?"

The other person hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Are you human?"

Kang De glared and said, "Otherwise what?"

The war sorcerer was startled and didn't dare to ask any more questions. He quickly ducked and ran over.

Soon, the launch team discovered the first problem and exclaimed in panic, "Sir, the parameter adjustments and calibration are all messed up! We can't launch accurately and can only rely on rough estimates!"

People involuntarily turned their gaze to the person who had caused all this. Kang De said impatiently, "What are you looking at me for? It's good enough that you can even fight. If you can't aim accurately, just think about what's good enough!"

That's the only option. Fortunately, apart from the aiming problem, everything else is fine. Although the shape is very strange and the workmanship is not great, at least the principle is the same.

The loading team used various tools to place a cut projectile onto the launcher. The first shot was a regular stone projectile, because the landing point needed to be determined, and the precious magic projectiles could not be wasted.

Kang De's mind raced, and he suddenly said, "Wait a minute!"

Because a large amount of Element Extraction from the surrounding area, there are still Element remaining.

Whether it's the White Mist Element or a regular Element.

He strode forward and placed his hands on the trebuchet. The people around him shuddered at his action, but quickly calmed down—the trebuchet was already in such a state, what did it matter what the trebuchet was like?

The light flashed, then turned crimson.

Before long, the wind howled, and a swift shadow roared out from the No. 5 fire position, soaring across the sky and hurtling towards the elf's advancing formation.

Keen battlefield observers witnessed all of this, and there was a mixture of cheers and astonishment.

The cannonball, accompanied by a terrifying shriek, descended from the sky and struck a walking wooden golem. With a deafening roar, the golem's left side of its branches and leaves was cleanly sheared off. An invisible shockwave spread outwards, splattering thick, blood-like substances in all directions. Debris was scattered everywhere, and many elves were knocked to the ground. Fragments of the cannonball pounded the earth, taking down another group!

God knows what this thing is!

This was just an interlude in the fierce battlefield. Magic flew everywhere, arrows rained down, and the battlefield was in chaos. Both sides exchanged magical fire, and the human projectile forces fired rockets at the wooden golems. However, the Flame that were set off were easily extinguished by the elven mages and did not amount to much. Only one wooden golem was set ablaze, and the fire spread rapidly. The attached mage was also held back and could not put out the fire for the time being.

Compared to the intensity of the battlefield, the stone projectile didn't make much of a splash, and many soldiers didn't even notice it.

But I still noticed it.

Behind the battlefield, at the elven command post, the commander of the Dusk Warband abruptly rose, staring intently at the city of Valentan, and shouted sharply, "How can there be an orcish mastermind in the city?"

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PS1: Time for bed. By the way, the Total War: Warhammer models were lazy; they completely failed to showcase the unique features of the Greenskin technology. I even opened the game to check it out while writing this chapter...