Thud!
The small wooden boat in the Atrean style automatically glided across the dark green sea, slowly approaching the shore. Olivia, dressed in a white long dress, covered her mouth and giggled, floating down the bow like a graceful white cloud.
Behind her.
Liweina, in a fiery red dress, glared angrily at Aiven while instinctively tightening her grip on Aiven's cloak, as if fearing being left behind in such a terrifying place.
Apparently, even the "Titled Knight," strong-willed enough to create miracles and death-stare ordinary Evil Spirits, isn't entirely flawless.
Letting Liweina cling to him, Aiven looked up at the sky deep within the desert:
"Hmm, they're here."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
Led by two ageless and strikingly elegant ladies, large black cliff eagles and sowhat smaller ravens soared across the sky towards them.
One by one, the birds landed before them and, shaking their feathers, transford into Shaman Wizards adorned with black feathered crowns, dressed in long robes, and suspending sacrificial drums.
They bowed to the three and respectfully proclaid, "Father of Creation."
Evidently, "Death God" Wuhao not only succumbed to eternal silence himself, but over a hundred Shaman Wizards under his command, led by four Tier 3 Great Shamans, all pledged allegiance to the "Father of Creation."
A noblewoman with enchanting purple eye shadow respectfully perford a curtsy:
"Great Master, good day!"
Due to Aiven's mission.
Besides being a prominent congressman of the Golden Palm Federation, for these past two years, Lady Crow Ye He'er, wielding the Power of Death, has spent most of her ti in this desolate Mit (hell).
The other lady accompanying her was relatively more casual, smiling as she nodded at Aiven:
"Your Majesty!"
But the address and the act of personally coming to greet already signified her humility.
This lady held an ivory folding fan, her long hair styled in waves, dressed in retro Gothic fashion yet not stiff, her features exquisitely crafted like a doll.
She was indeed the chief of the School of Truth Gate, Lady Kingfisher Anna Gaudi.
However, compared to the past, Lady Kingfisher's erald eyes now featured a dazzling golden ring.
This anomaly imdiately caught Aiven's attention; even without activating the Eye of Profound Wisdom, a broad smile of delight appeared on his face:
"Lady, have you succeeded?"
Her rose-colored lips curved into an enchanting smile, trying to suppress it yet unable to hide the mirth in her eyes:
"Hehe, thanks to Your Majesty's generosity, the Divinity from the Moon God perfectly aligns with my own power."
No one else could share her joy or fathom her strength, but Aiven, her ally and benefactor, was indeed the most qualified.
The gold ring in her eyes signified the completion of Divinity fusion.
Collecting all extraordinary knowledge to pinpoint the Origin, the Truth Gate, and the Moon God, which traversed multiple eras harmonizing countless paths, effectively mirrored one another.
As she herself said, completing the fusion in only three years owes much to their exceptional compatibility.
With her serious gaze on Aiven's black eyes, Lady Kingfisher earnestly stated:
"You shall forever remain a friend of mine and all witches of the School of Truth Gate."
Thanks to this imasurable Enlightennt Gratitude, their already positive relationship turned into the strongest alliance.
The Kingfisher beca the second Divine Creature in Aiven's camp, a stalwart in an increasingly chaotic Material World.
"It's a pity, that's all we can achieve for now."
Though joyful, Aiven also lanted for her.
"Haha, although the projection of Truth Gate is far off, becoming a Divine Creature and attaining immortality leaves utterly satisfied.
With the Witchcraft Garden as my fortress, only by engaging will any ordinary demigod know the victor.
Chatting along, the group swiftly soared to the downstream of the Nether River, reaching the Castillo Pyramid once under "Death God" Wuhao's Shaman Group's dominion.
Here, centered around a small lake, several flat-topped pyramids surrounded by lush green vegetation towered majestically, the vibrant scene contrasting sharply with the outside world.
Beside the oasis, the clean air mingled with the Nether River, flowing grandly past all Death God territories on Earth.
At this mont.
Rumbling...
By the river, a small military factory emitted imnse roar, breaking the silence of Mit entirely.
Large brass pipes extracted the "sludge" from the Nether River, entering the automated factory's core area where various indicator lights flickered.
After complex processing and combining with other raw materials from the Material World, three final products are manufactured.
The first outlet's yield is the largest, producing one by one black tals with a surface as smooth as a mirror, known as [Black Tin]. The second outlet's yield is much lower, producing a soft textured white tal called [White Lead].
Shaman Wizards are responsible for collecting these items separately. Once accumulated to a certain amount, they will be transported to the Material World for further processing.
At the third outlet, however, sothing unexpected forms: illusory books.
The titles on the covers are varied: "Corn Planting Insights," "The Life of Croft Harry," "Decomposition of Basic Runes," "Red Tower Forest Overview," "Captain Baker's Log"....
They flap their pages like birds, flying into a portal of light on their own.
That portal connects to Olivia's [Witchcraft Garden: Chichen Itza Pyramid]!
Historically, pyramids have served to communicate with Gods or act as tombs, but Olivia has given them a new definition.
Each human death represents the burning of a library.
With the help of Lady Kingfisher, the bona fide library administrator, in the future, knowledge of every deceased person in the Duchy will be collected, sorted, and organized into a great mory Library.
In this era of Technology Dawn, this "mory Library" will beco one of the most precious treasures of the Duchy, far exceeding the value of so-called gold mines, fertile land, and boundless forests.
"You actually built a factory in hell? Is it really possible to mass-produce weapons capable of harming Gods, just like ordinary steel and other industrial products?"
By the banks of the [River Styx], with no ghosts in sight, Liweina's mood cald a bit as she released Aiven's sleeve, turned to hold Olivia's little hand, and asked curiously.
"Hahaha, of course, it's not possible through ordinary ans, but we do happen to have this advantageous location, don't we?"
Aiven gave an amused smile, tickled by the question.
This tal factory, currently capable of producing 10 tons per day, is a product of favorable timing, geography, and human conditions.
The core technology is the [Bioenergy Conversion Switch], with an energy system utilizing two parallel technological routes: [Magnetic Ore] and [Artificial Sun].
Under normal circumstances, [Magnetic Ore] appears as a massive cubic cylindrical crystal.
It can concentrate light, amplify it, and transmit it to the world with an unviewable brilliance, serving as a powerful and completely pollution-free energy source.
It can also absorb light and convert it into various energy forms like light energy, thermal energy, electrical energy, and kinetic energy.
But in Mit, where solar energy is extrely scarce, these devices cannot last long.
Furthermore, Aiven knew that he was not the only possessor of [Magnetic Ore] technology; Ancient Gods from the Fourth Era Zongderilic Civilization were also holders of this technology.
Therefore, he didn't want to rely solely on this one option.
Coincidentally.
Since the [Plasma Cannon] had already been invented, successfully using tallic Hydrogen to create a "Magnetic Cage" to contain plasma wasn't a difficult task.
This resulted in the construction of [Artificial Suns], which are typically known as controlled nuclear fusion!
Then, using a simplified [Magnetic Ore] that even an [Electrical Engineer] could make, they achieved "wireless power transmission," providing endless energy supply throughout his controlled Mit.
With the help of the [Bioenergy Conversion Switch], they categorize and collect bioenergy needed from the "sludge" — the emotional forces of various deceased souls.
Where is better to collect emotions than the Netherworld?
The world of the dead has its established rules.
After death, souls in the [Forgotten Desert] gradually disintegrate over ti, leaving behind what they brought from the world of the living here, strengthening this hell's power.
Only the "Soul Origin" (Life Essence) is left to enter the River Styx; after its final purification, it flows into the true [Netherworld] of the Material World.
Which is the left bank of the [River Styx].
This factory utilizes emotions and thoughts sedinted in the [River Styx] for thousands of years to produce [Black Tin] and [White Lead].
The positive, proactive parts are used to make [White Lead] for protecting mortals, while hatred and curses against Gods are used to create [Black Tin].
And since the river flows, it naturally churns up silt from other places, bringing sedints from all the souls of the world here. Any emotion can be found if you look for it.
Though in recent years, Evil Gods seem to have quieted down, Aiven wasn't naive enough to believe they would never stir trouble again.
In Mit, hatred for every Evil God in the Material World would be made into specially numbered [Black Tin], for future... earth-shattering deeds!
At this mont, Lady Kingfisher suddenly looked up at the other side of the [River Styx] and gently furrowed her brow:
"That persistent guy is here again!"
Everyone followed her gaze, suddenly taken aback.
Hiss——!
A tall figure with black dragon wings in a black robe had quietly appeared on the riverbank without anyone noticing, looking coldly in this direction as a chilling, murderous aura swiftly spread.
It was the Jet Black Dragon, Dragon Vein Ancestor, [River Styx] Guardian, Tier 5 Dragon King Nidhogg's Projection!
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