Free Web NovelChapter 1179: Chapter 812: Megastructure_2
Because the Night Watchers now truly have a god.
"The Night Watchers are insane! Utterly insane!"
Not far away, a noble representative from the Southern Trade Federation, dressed in luxurious clothing, was wiping the sweat from his forehead with a gold-trimmed silk handkerchief, complaining to his entourage.
The voice carried an emotion that was hard to conceal, "The money they’ve spent on this hunk of metal is enough to buy my territory three times over!"
"What use could this damned thing have? Just to open a flower made of iron here? Their fervor for building wonders is simply... inexplicable! Practically... the aesthetic cancer of pragmatists!"
Though his words were harsh, they reflected the doubts of some observers, especially those skilled in calculation like the merchants and the noble representatives accustomed to traditional aesthetics.
They also revealed their concerns.
Because the materials to build these things are extremely precious, not something you can quietly acquire just because of your power.
You always need to gather, need to purchase.
So many high-level materials, even used in tons.
Where did the Night Watchers get them?
To say the Night Watchers entered the business world, the only industry unaffected was the high-level materials sector.
Because the Night Watchers couldn’t conjure high-level materials out of thin air.
At most, they could grow high-grade herbs.
But you can’t grow various minerals and crystals.
You have to dig them up and collect them.
But now this colossal object, with the insight of these nobles, they quickly saw how many high-level materials were used.
These nobles are in this industry.
They didn’t hear even the slightest hint.
What does this signify?
This shows the Night Watchers have their own channels, completely closed; they know nothing about them. Looking at the building, one can tell the supply volume of this channel is astonishingly large.
But they can only mutter and can’t truly do anything.
The Elves and various nations, as well as large countries, haven’t said anything; what can their forces do?
Better think of ways to cling to the Night Watchers’ coattails sooner.
The Night Watchers’ engineering teams won’t care about these idle comments.
Under the cover of a massive fleet and the efforts of countless Engineering Mages, Alchemist Technicians, and Arcane Stabilization Groups, an operation as precise as the assembly of a giant clock began.
Huge floating platforms cooperated, carefully separating the central sphere from the surrounding "petals" — the twenty-four suspended rhombus-shaped panels — using a more powerful anti-gravity spell field.
The separation process wasn’t physical cutting but resembled lifting a magnetic constraint, with the giant panels, under control, gently moving as if by the invisible touch of a giant’s fingers, beginning to separate, adjust angles in sequence, finally rearranging, positioning, and connecting above a magic-reinforced massive platform at the designated cleared area in the port.
The entire process took a full day and night.
When the last rhombus-shaped panel was guided onto the pre-set energy track and instantly emitted a stable and gentle blue light, an invisible energy wave, seemingly perceptible to the soul, swept across the entire port.
Buzz——!
A deep and distant sound, like the simultaneous sounding of giant horns, rang out from the core of the assembled "giant flower" — that massive sphere.
Immediately afterward, under the gaze of tens of thousands of observers, this silent metallic giant flower came to life!
The surface of the central sphere began to illuminate with complex geometric light paths, radiating outward, as if its heart began to pump blood.
The twenty-four suspended rhombus-shaped "petals" exploded simultaneously.
They were no longer floating decor; the energy halos flowing at their edges suddenly brightened several times over, turning from light blue to blazing white, with the energy beams forming the petals materializing explosively, not an offensive burst, but rooting into the earth like tendrils.
These pure energy beams pierced into the reinforced foundation platform but didn’t damage the ground, instead establishing some sort of deep connection.
In an instant, the "giant flower" was steadily hovering at its predetermined height, about 300 meters above the ground.
It no longer needed any external support; it was a stable source in itself.
The energy field it emitted even caused small-scale air oscillations, forming a gentle air wave that spread outward.
But this was only the beginning.
At the top of the sphere, at the central point where all petals converged, a golden beam of light, condensed like liquid sunshine, slowly rose.
This beam wasn’t bright, yet it carried an indescribable heaviness and penetration power; it soared straight up like a stabilizing needle, piercing through the murky, chaotic sky of the Tariel Continent.
As the beam passed, the strange chaos-magic colors in the sky seemed purified, smoothed, showing a brief, clear azure.
This golden beam didn’t dissipate after ascending to thousands of meters high but expanded suddenly at a certain critical point, unfolding like an umbrella, forming a semi-transparent dome.
Energy inside the dome flowed like mercury, with countless tiny runes flickering into life and fading.
The entire port fell into a dead silence, with only the distant rumbles of cannon fire from the front lines as background sound.
A few seconds later, a tsunami of exclamations and clamor burst forth.
Adventurers excitedly pointed at the sky, Night Watcher Warriors looked at their weapons seemingly more stable with magic power, while some merchants and nobles were struck with awe by the light akin to a divine miracle.
This was pure visual spectacle and the awe of power.
In the dock workshop area, an elderly workshop head, wearing thick alchemical glasses and with white hair, set down his precision wrench, looking at the stable floating structure and its golden dome, with a long sigh of relief.
With the pride of a craftsmen and a hint of fervor, he murmured to his apprentice beside him, "It’s done! The magic power beacon... it’s stable. From now on, this sky is under our command. This thing is far more useful than a Floating Tower!"
And the one most concerned with this.
Is the leader of the expedition team.
Lurik stood on the Floating Tower, slightly raising his head to look at the floating giant iron flower in the sky.
"Is this the good thing Bobo was talking about?"
A month ago, Bobo had a conversation with him via channel, saying a good thing was being transported.
He had only received definite information and necessary preparations a few days ago.
And now he was looking at this giant Alchemy Structure floating in the sky.
According to his sensory abilities, he could understand what this structure could do.
The first being the role of this Floating Tower he was on, which had been taken over by this giant flower.
Smoothing and stabilizing the surrounding magic, turning Chaos Magic into Order Magic.
And it’s more powerful.
Order Magic in such a region of rebirthing chaos would be targeted; this is also why various outer monsters would want to gather and attack their development zone.
This is essentially chaos targeting and hostility toward order.
And now this giant flower would maintain stable Order Magic within a region, and even release a false chaotic veil externally.
This would greatly reduce the hostility of those monsters, decreasing the level of attacks; this also allows their expedition team to put more effort into offense and expansion instead of endless defense.
From this standpoint, this thing is indeed a truly good thing.
Moreover, within its protected range, both body and spirit can recover well, and undergo various degrees of subtle strengthening.
This gentle and silent strengthening is significant for their rest and aid.
But if it were only this.
Lurik felt this wouldn’t warrant Bobo taking special notice and preparations.
He knew what Bobo was up to.
Earthly Divine Kingdom.
Just listen, listen to the name of this mission.
Is this a normal mission?
This surely must be a task strongly related to Kana, so this giant flower should have other functions.
Thinking of this, he opened the channel.
For details, he would have to ask the main person to know.
But just then.
Space beside him ripped open.
Silver branches and vines, as if alive, entwined around the edge of the tear, quickly securing it into a stable Teleportation Gate emitting a gentle glow.
Seeing the familiar silver vines, Lurik’s eyes widened; he hadn’t expected to see this now.
Sure enough.
Kana emerged from within.
Seeing Lurik’s look of shock.
Kana chuckled.
"Long time no see, why the shocked expression? Hahaha."
