With a clear objective, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] and [ Shit Appraisal Master ] assembled the "Mobile Resurrection Chariot" in just a few hours.
When [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] returned with a string of harmless, Blood Corpse, the Resurrection Tree saplings on the vehicle were already visible.
Looking at the string of Blood Corpse he brought back, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] pursed his lips:
"You've only got ten, that's a bit too few..."
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] Upon hearing this, he immediately began to pour out his grievances:
"Don't even mention it! Do you know what this part of the Wilderness of Chaos near the Second Holy See has become?"
At this moment, [ the Good Times Don't Last ] also arrived at the workshop, and the three of them crowded together in front of [ the Lion Hidden in the Eyes ]:
"What kind?"
"Well, how should I put it... from the perspective of the Blood Corpse, the de-urbanization has been very thorough."
"Are Blood Corpse already very rare?"
"Yeah, bro, I think we're completely killing the goose that lays the Blood Corpse harmless was invented, everyone went and killed a bunch of them (long-term mission two). Now that we have the technology, everyone's rushing to catch them alive. Blood Corpse don't reproduce, and infecting us is useless. They just commit suicide and restart. Isn't this pure 'negative growth of the zombie population'?"
"Is it that serious?"
"The situation is still quite serious, at least in the first five miles of the Wilderness of Chaos. If you venture deeper into the Wilderness of Chaos, you'll definitely encounter hordes of Blood Corpse, but the danger level will increase significantly."
"All right."
Upon learning that there weren't enough Blood Corpse to power the engine, [ Good Times Don't Last ], who had originally planned to hitch a ride, paid out of his own pocket to buy twenty more from [ Soaring Clouds ] and stuffed them into the engine room.
After some adjustments, the "mobile resurrection vehicle" was officially unveiled to the public.
Compared to the Antasia, which has two indoor floors and a rooftop, the unnamed "Mobile Resurrection Vehicle" is shorter in both length and width, and its height has been reduced by one floor, changing it to a structure with one indoor floor and a rooftop. The capacity of the power room has also been reduced from fifty Blood Corpse to thirty.
However, there is some good news: as long as the cargo hold isn't full, this thing isn't slow.
Moreover, because it is not very heavy, the probability of it getting stuck in the mud is greatly reduced.
After successfully obtaining the approximate location of the Grand Duke's fiefdom from Gray, the four of them boarded their chariot and rode away at Gray's urging.
Looking at the trail of dust, Nora waved his hand in front of his nose and said:
"According to you, they won't die, so there's really no need to try to persuade them, right?"
Gray shook his head with a slightly grave expression.
"I just felt it was dangerous. Since I gave them the address, I had an obligation to inform them of the level of danger."
Listening to the cheerful laughter carried on the breeze, Nora said with a hint of regret:
"Obviously, they don't think so."
Do smooth roads really exist?
In the Wilderness of Chaos, a group of four were experiencing the high-end, unpredictable shaking caused by a poorly made suspension system, and were about to stick their heads out of the window and start vomiting in a rude manner.
Suppressing their urge to vomit, the four of them started joking around:
"Hey buddy, I remember you piloted the Antasia before, how come your skills are so bad?"
"Do you remember when I created a Holy Crusaders squad leader?"
"That seems to be the case... but that was just because you didn't turn on your lights when you parked, right? What does that have to do with how badly you're driving now?"
"Don't worry about that for now. Do you even know what a break-in period is?"
"I've put out five or six Stability Anchor every five miles. I don't know what kind of vehicle needs to break in with you for thirty miles."
"..."
"Not going to say anything? Just tell me if you have a driver's license?"
"I passed the exam."
Did you pass the exam?
"I passed the exam."
I asked you if you passed the exam.
"I passed the exam."
"I'm speechless... Let me do it!"
[ Shit Appraisal Master ] and [ Good Times Don't Last ] began vying for control of the steering wheel at the front of the somewhat crowded, miniature mobile fortress, causing the entire vehicle to shake increasingly.
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] gripped the railing on the rooftop and asked:
"I forgot to mention, our fortress doesn't have a name yet. Do you have any ideas?"
[ The Lion Hidden in the Eyes ], who also did not participate in the fight between the two, said:
"Maybe we shouldn't name it yet? The last car was wrecked not long after we arrived in Klaf City, so there's no need to name it at all."
"But this time I've made a technological upgrade, making it more impact-resistant and drop-resistant."
[ With Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] He pondered for a moment and said:
"Then let's not give him such a grand name. After all, a humble name is easier to raise, isn't it?"
"We're even planning to give this thing a Machine Spirit. According to Antasia, if too many parts are replaced at once, its memories will become confused and lost."
"In other words, although we don't know the underlying principle, the entire tank or fortress should be considered a single unit, and we should try our best to avoid damage and replacement."
"That makes sense, but given their driving style, they might need to replace parts soon."
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] replied in this way, then leaned his head out from the rooftop to look at the window on the first floor:
"Gentlemen, stop arguing and check the road first."
"Also, our fortress doesn't have a name yet. Why don't you all think of one, and whoever's idea is chosen can drive it?"
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] glanced at [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] and felt that he must have a real talent for teasing idiots.
The two men arguing over the steering wheel paused, and said in unison:
"Is this for real?"
Thus, the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] naturally took over the steering wheel, bringing stability back to the driving of the entire miniature fortress.
Meanwhile, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] and [ Good Times Don't Last ] started racking their brains to come up with names.
After racking his brains for a moment, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] spoke first:
"Since we're going to raise Machine Spirit, let's raise the biggest one. How about we name it Om..."
"No, that's too presumptuous."
[ With Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] she stepped forward and covered his mouth.
"Okay, how about we call it 'Advertising Space for Rent'? That way we can earn some extra money in the future."
The thought that his fortress, painstakingly built piece by piece, would be advertised on its outer shell immediately made [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] shake his head in disbelief:
"Absolutely not."
"I also think that won't work. If there's a real 'blitzkrieg' in the future, everyone else's tanks and fortresses will have such awesome names, but your fortress is called 'Ad Space for Rent,' right?"
Having heard both judges give negative answers, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] had no choice but to leave the stage regretfully and wait for the next round.
Next up was the naming Master [ Good Times Don't Last ].