Bone Wings suddenly jerked upward, and Hannibal nearly tumbled out of the hatch.
He grabbed the nearby skeleton and looked down. The Vanguard Bone Beast had already glided sideways along the airflow. Farther away, sheets of membranous wings obscured the dark-red tissue as Tier Three parasites crossed the gaps one after another, descending toward another fold.
Bi Ren Liang Mou tightened the tendons controlling the Bone Wings, guiding the Hauling Construct around close to the near side.
The reconnaissance lasted two breaths. When the airflow shifted, the two constructs returned to the departure platform with the Bone Beast, then reloaded it into the Crimson Boat docked within the blood vessel.
Hannibal was still reviewing the footage.
"We've sent the people over, but what about the Mechas? The incubators? And the Weavers? They can't all cram into these two cabins."
"That's why I told you to build more transport units."
"With just our few workshops, how long will that take?"
Old Liang shot him a glance. "What are you up to now?"
Hannibal spread out the map of Nest City, his finger tracing across vast stretches of bone-shell buildings.
"Call all the other artisans over. There's enough room here, and we have materials. Everyone builds together!"
Before the Crimson Boat had even returned to Nest City, a recording containing the construction proposal had already spread through every artisan channel.
The next day, the assembly grounds in the manufacturing district were packed with people.
Old Liang squatted on the ground, connecting several small skeleton frames into platforms of varying heights. Hannibal took cultivated fascia from an incubator, laid it over two of the levels, and infused it with spiritual energy.
The thin tissue spread along the bone frames, linking the separated platforms together.
The onlookers gradually fell silent.
"The docking bays go