Heavy Automatic Rune Steam Repeating Crossbow

Yarrow's eyes seem almost born for Construct; for Blackpine Fief now, this skill is more important than an entire Workshop.

How could Shien not be tempted by such abilities?

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Shien let out a soft breath; the higher the Grace Value, the harder it is to increase.

A bowl of meat soup with oil floating on top is enough to make two thousand Convicts on the verge of madness light up with a pale green light.

But going any further up the ladder, it's not something that can be achieved with just a meal or a piece of clothing.

Shien raised his eyes, his gaze passing over the flickering candlelight and landing on the heavy Oak Door.

Ivan remained there, motionless, like a hunting dog lurking in the shadows, with the [Current Grace Value: 2103 (Dark Blue)] icon appearing above his head.

This person is already the closest to wearing purple in the entire Blackpine Fief.

Even Ivan hasn't reached that point yet, so this matter can't be rushed.

With the exception of Yarrow, the underground Workshop's previously indefinite progress was finally broken through.

Victor also took advantage of this opening to forcibly build a crude Assembly Line.

Yarrow was the eye of the line; he spent all his time squatting by the Quenching Pool, watching the parts being taken out of the furnace.

Wherever something bothers him, he grabs a piece of charcoal pencil and draws a crooked circle on the steel surface.

Eli, the mute, was the one who handled things; he almost never asked why, and rarely looked at the entire drawing.

At Victor's command, he took his carving knife and went over to fill in the corresponding Rune according to the positions circled by Yarrow.

As for Victor, he's the mastermind behind this operation.

The old man simply abandoned those intricate and agonizing micro-circuits, focusing all his energy on the overall deduction of boiler expansion, gear linkage, and heavy-duty frame.

What was originally considered impossible was pieced together bit by bit by these three people.

The Prototype the Heavy Automatic Rune Steam Repeating Crossbow has been completed.

The Black Iron rivets gripped the heavy armor plates tightly, and the thick Steel Frame pushed forward, like a skeleton directly exposed.

The expanded High-Pressure Air Tank behind it bulged high, with the Flow-Guiding Array on both sides spreading out along the Steel Frame, the lines intersecting in layers, exuding an indescribable fierce aura.

Victor wiped the soot off his face, his one eye fixed on the Prototype: "It's finished. Notify the lord."

Shien turned up the collar of his Windbreaker and stood on the edge of the platform.

The Heavy Automatic Rune Steam Repeating Crossbow beside him, which was firmly fixed to Gravel Base, was slowly emitting white steam.

Eight hundred meters away, there stood Test-Firing Target, a thick rock dragged from the quarry, resembling a small hill.

The rock face was bound with three Heavy Infantry Tower Shield by iron chains, and the outermost layer was the carapace of the Third Tier Mutant Mother Spider.

The entire machine is gathering power.

The boiling water in the boiler churned continuously, and a deep, muffled sound emanated from the copper pipes and Steel Frame, layer by layer.

High-pressure steam is injected into the cylinder, and the heavy mechanism slowly engages.

On the Refined Steel guide rail, the dark blue Magic Flow no longer rushed out of control, but instead slid quietly into each Rune along the tiny Flow Channel that Yarrow had pointed out.

Shien exhaled a puff of white breath and said calmly, "Fire."

Boom--!!!

It wasn't the crisp sound of a bowstring snapping, but a deep, explosive roar.

The entire platform seemed to have been hit hard; the several-ton Pig Iron base lurched backward, and the stone platform cracked open on the spot, with rubble flying everywhere.

The white steam emanating from the boiler was instantly dispersed, and even the oncoming cold wind seemed to be blasted through.

A heavy, Armor-Piercing Heavy Bolt, as thick as an adult's arm and coated with Holy Silver Powder, accompanied by a whitish shockwave, instantly tore through the Gray Fog eight hundred meters away.

Yarrow only felt a blur before his eyes.

Only a short, dark trail remained in mid-air, as if it had sliced through the air.

The next moment, a cloud of smoke and dust exploded in the distance at the firing range.

As the smoke cleared, a collective gasp of astonishment rose from the high platform.

The mother spider's carapace was pierced straight through, its edges charred and curled. The three Refined Steel Tower Shield behind it were smashed to pieces, and the three-meter-high Granite was also shattered by the force of the impact, leaving broken Stone Blocks scattered all over the ground.

Yarrow subconsciously swallowed, staring at the repeating crossbow. Even now, he still couldn't quite believe that he had actually helped create it.

Shien was also watching the steel beast that was still spewing white smoke, then turned his gaze to the increasingly thick crimson fog to the north.

When the Blood Moon Season arrives, if those Werewolf dare to charge up through the Gray Fog, Blackpine Fief will at least have the confidence to crush them head-on.

Victor pressed his remaining left hand firmly against the Prototype that had just completed its test firing.

Even through his heat-resistant leather gloves, he could still feel the intense heat radiating from beneath the Refined Steel armor, and the muffled hum of the high-pressure cylinders as they slowly calmed down.

The old Construct master, slightly hunched over, slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Yarrow, a hint of pride in his eyes. "My lord, this lad is a born Construct genius."

The old Construct raised his finger and tapped heavily on the cold rails of the repeating crossbow, producing a dull clanging sound.

"A quarry boy who couldn't even read a word figured out how the bottom circuit worked just by watching Eli's carving knife cut a few times."

As you just saw, the penetrating power of this Heavy Repeating Crossbow is a full 30% higher than the limit I originally projected on the blueprints.

At this point, Victor raised his hand again, pointing to the transparent drainage tube on the abdomen of the mechanism, from which murky liquid was still dripping.

What leaves me speechless is not this, but its consumption.

Given the original size and impact of this thing, I always thought that to push it to this extent, it would at least require the use of expensive Tier Three Sourceblood, which meant that mass production was simply impossible.

Victor paused for a moment before continuing.

"But Yarrow's eyes managed to straighten out the Rune. Now, all that's needed is purified ordinary low-level Sourceblood, combined with the thrust of the high-pressure steam itself, to make the entire mechanism mesh completely."

In other words, this kid not only built the Prototype, but also truly paved the way for mass production.

A cold wind swept across the high platform, causing Victor's empty right sleeve to sway slightly.

The old Construct master glanced down, then let out a wry smile, "In a few years, this kid's skills in Construct Studies will probably allow him to climb over this old man's bones."

Upon hearing Victor's praise, Yarrow was completely stunned. His lips moved for a long time, but in the end, he could only manage a flustered, silly laugh.