Chapter 862: 550. Looking Forward to Forging_2
“Good heavens, so you can use machinery for poisoning too. My perspective was too narrow before.”
The Poison Master instantly had an epiphany.
On the throne, the restraints that bound Dorothy loosened one by one. The tentacle-like cables also withdrew from the brain-machine interface at the back of her head, and the hobody witch opened her eyes again.
“Excellent, that shot really cleared my mind.”
She thought to herself.
Although she was never enthusiastic about being an Ard Witch, faced with the opportunity to fire such a satisfying shot, she couldn’t refuse. Humans, sotis, are inherently contradictory.
After a brief reflection, she turned her gaze to Vivian in the hall, nodded at her, and praised.
“Vivian, it’s been tough for you all these years. This Dragon Mountain-class is truly remarkable, no, it’s perfect—so perfect that even I myself couldn’t replicate it. I give you full marks on this project. You truly deserve this pride.”
This Dragon Mountain-class was indeed a masterpiece beyond her expectations. Even as the designer, she hadn’t anticipated the final product of this War Fortress to be so outstanding. Over the past five hundred years, the persistent efforts of the most excellent chanical monks across tens of generations infused this supposed cold war machine with a soul, transforming it from a re mass-produced weapon into a unique marvel belonging solely to humanity.
It was a miracle even Dorothy herself could hardly reproduce.
Even though the hobody witch could easily create several Dragon Mountain No. 1, Dragon Mountain No. 2 now, and elevate these War Fortresses to the level of a marvel through special ans, those would only count as witch marvels. The true human marvel, the unified city of human wisdom, would always be this singular piece.
This War Fortress is the crystallization of human wisdom itself. It represents intelligence, and it is not yet complete—it still has great room for growth. As long as human chanical monks continue their relentless efforts to modify and enhance it, this marvelous architecture can evolve. It will grow more formidable with the advancent of human intelligence.
If the capital Pandora was forcibly established by Dorothy using witch wisdom, then Dragon Mountain City is the true Holy City built by mortals through their own wisdom and effort.
Although Dorothy had always avoided repeating the paths of the past God King, where everything relied solely on oneself while others rely stood by, she had to admit the premise of this Witch’s Night brought unprecedented changes. The increased ga difficulty far surpassed that of the true God King’s era.
Even though the hobody witch had intentionally fostered mortals, aiming to give them more opportunities for growth and training, these efforts had yielded minimal success.
Mortals were too weak. Even though their magic tech levels were comndable, they paled in comparison to the witch students undergoing trials.
Ultimately, the outco still revolved around witches carrying humanity forward, with weak humans rely lying in wait.
Even the ergence of Noah had only sparked a glimr of hope for Dorothy, believing this perfect leader could guide humanity to a potential coback. Nevertheless, whether this possibility could beco reality remained uncertain. Yet the miracle of Dragon Mountain-class now infused her with confidence and visible hope.
The future she envisioned was not one to be fashioned by a few saviors. It should be a future created by all of humanity with their own hands.
Only a future build like that could bring happiness to all, rather than exclusively to the saviors themselves.
This world should not be one that couldn’t function without a certain individual. Humanity shouldn’t be a race that survived only through the reluctant and sorrowful prayers for the rcy and assistance from others.
The heavens move robustly, a noble man should strive for self-improvent.
“Keep up the effort. Although my Dragon Mountain-class has succeeded, I hope that, the next ti I co, I will see your very own Dragon Mountain-class.”
Dorothy looked at Vivian and said.
The eyes of the Magic Matron reddened slightly, her emotions wavering.
Five hundred years—for high-level magic girls, it was bearable; but for ordinary chanical monks unfit for magical modification, it was far too long a journey.
Vivian was among the first batch of mbers to join the Dragon Mountain-class project. Over the years, colleagues and fellow workers had changed one after another. She couldn’t count the tis she heard a friend say in their dying monts, “I regret not being able to witness the day of our project’s success or hear the great ntor’s evaluation of our work with my own ears.”
In fact, Dragon Mountain City had been completed fifty years ago, and the project team had since disbanded. Only Vivian remained to guard and maintain this culmination of centuries of wisdom, awaiting the unknown day of inspection.
She had waited far too long for this evaluation, but fortunately, it was all worth it.
Moreover, she thought her mission had nearly ended, but Dorothy’s words just now gave her new hope.
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