Chapter Twenty-Three: Preparation

"Speed ​​up the pace. We must finish building the Ship of Hope by tonight and set sail before this morning or tomorrow."

Although the elven tribe was in dire straits and had reached a point where they needed to rest, Vina seemed like a ruthless capitalist, making the surviving and injured elves, who could barely move, work like mad.

"Yes, sir." But the oppressed elves didn't take it to heart; instead, they were all excited.

"Wow, you guys are really energetic. If you still fail, then you can only blame God for being blind."

Below the ship, Loya quickly wrote inscriptions.

“Gods never care about mortals in the mortal world.” Linman was still following Loya. After hearing Loya’s words, she said with a complicated expression, “If the gods can really see our efforts, if they are truly merciful, then they will not coldly watch us suffer.”

“That makes sense.” Loya had no choice but to nod.

Soon, a large amount of "ingredients" were delivered.

Loya didn't stand on ceremony and devoured it completely.

Now that he is much stronger, and with the rich experience from his previous life, his speed in inscribing runes far surpasses what he used to be.

The inscriptions on the Ship of Hope are multiplying. Even a layman can see that these inscriptions form a complex and increasingly complete array of wondrous symbols.

...

After issuing the order, Vina silently entered a dark treehouse.

She took a book from a wooden cabinet and wrote on it: (I am now 100% certain that the child of the evil dragon Sophia has been born.)

A dark purple magical light flickered faintly on the book.

A message automatically appeared below Vina's words: (Understood. I will come as quickly as possible, and your elven tribe will be saved.)

Vina was very excited when she saw this.

If Loya were to see this, he would surely discover that it is the "Book of Communication," which allows the holder to contact and communicate with certain extraordinary individuals in distant lands.

Vina put the book away and left the house.

She began taking out the medicine stored in the tribe and treating the wounded. She wanted to help everyone recover as quickly as possible.

Even at the very least, we must restore our ability to act.

At the same time, she also had a group of her people gather the tribe's important wealth and send it on the Ship of Hope.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

Thanks to the efforts of many elves and Loya's tireless work, the Ship of Hope was finally completed.

Loya stopped writing.

"Here, take this controller."

He carefully handed a green magic wand to Linman.

"What is this?" Linman asked, puzzled, but instinctively caught the wand.

Loya explained, "Whoever holds it can control the array of sorcerer runes on the Ship of Hope and steer it."

Linman's eyes lit up: "This is good."

Although she had become allies with Loya, she didn't believe he would betray her. However, both humans and elves preferred to control their own power. It made them feel safer.

Loya continued, "Currently, the Ark of Hope's sorcery inscription array has twelve possible combinations, including five attack formations: Whirlwind Impact, Extraordinary Light Cannon, Wind Blade, and Fireball..."

"Three defensive formations: energy shield, increased hull hardness, and immunity at a distance..."

"Five acceleration lineups: Whirlwind Assault, Water God's Blessing, Aerial Float..."

…

The more Linman listened, the more surprised she became.

"In short, the Ship of Hope is very strong now. If handled well, it can deal a fatal blow to Gold-level transcendent beings. As for attacks from transcendent beings below the Gold level, it can basically withstand them for a short period of time," Loya concluded. "Next, you need to familiarize yourselves with the ship's capabilities as soon as possible."

Linman nodded: "I understand, thank you for your help."

Loya didn't take it to heart: "It's just a matter of each getting what they need."