Chapter 292: Lair and New Expedition
Benjamin was very satisfied with the results of a series of tests on the "Shooter Patrol".
This "living missile" that pursues speed and one-time destruction to the extreme perfectly fills the gap in his air assault and rapid strike force.
Next, according to the predetermined plan, he turned his attention to another area that urgently needed to be completed - cannon fodder units for naval warfare.
However, compared with the relatively smooth development of air combat units, the design and implementation process of naval cannon fodder was extremely bumpy.
In the end, it took Benjamin fifty years to finally come up with the final version.
At this moment, in the giant ecological culture tank specially made in the laboratory, there was a huge creature crawling and wriggling slowly, occupying almost the entire space of the room.
It is a deep inky black color and its texture looks like viscous crude oil.
The whole thing looks like some kind of giant slime, with no fixed shape, just undulating and flowing there unconsciously.
While holding a high-precision biological detector, Benjamin opened the universal eye and used both methods to conduct the final index scan on the behemoth.
The data flow jumping on the screen was stable and strong, and all the parameters detected by the Universal Eye reached or even exceeded his expected design values.
He slowly put down the instrument, turned off the magic, and breathed a long sigh of relief, a complex expression of relief and accomplishment on his face.
"Finally... it's done."
In fact, the initial concept of developing naval cannon fodder was not particularly difficult.
But the problem is that after completing the Shuttle Patrol in accordance with the rules, Benjamin's heart as a researcher that pursues perfection and the ultimate is constantly "resting" in the process.
Various creative ideas and functional superpositions emerge one after another, resulting in repeated changes in design goals.
What was finally born had already transcended the category of "cannon fodder" and evolved into the monstrous creation before our eyes.
Strictly speaking, this thing can no longer be called a single cannon fodder unit.
Instead, it is a comprehensive marine combat platform that integrates survival, defense, attack, and production!
Its basic form is this seemingly clumsy black slime-like body.
Its fighting style is flexible and strange. It can detach parts of its body and simulate various forms of aquatic creatures to attack or harass.
When facing a powerful enemy, it can quickly gather its scattered body together, causing its size to expand rapidly.
Transform into a giant like a mountain, launching a powerful physical crushing or energy impact.
In addition to pure physical attacks, this thing's offensive and defensive means are relatively direct. It mainly relies on the energy core in its body to launch energy cannons of various attributes and support a strong energy shield.
But the real horror of this creature, which was constantly transformed by Jemin, lies in two points.
First, it is its extremely exaggerated efficiency in resource conversion and energy absorption.
The material in the airspace plane is extremely scarce, causing the creatures in it to evolve extreme survival abilities in the barren environment.
And Benjamin has integrated the decomposition abilities of several of the most representative organisms, allowing the "slime" in front of him to digest all organic matter it comes into contact with to the greatest extent.
Whether it is algae, fish, or even the corpses of enemy units... it can efficiently convert them into nutrient-rich biological gel in the body, which can be used for its own maintenance, growth, or as an "ammunition" reserve.
At the same time, it inherits the energy absorption system of the black giant, which can continuously absorb heat energy from the surrounding environment and convert it into its own energy.
That deep black is the external manifestation of efficiently absorbing all spectral energy.
The second design, which is also what Jieming is most proud of, is the built-in biological incubation platform.
Inspired by the lava giant incubation pool, a miniature and efficient incubation chamber has been transformed inside this thing.
It can infuse the energy and bio-gel it collects into the hatching cavity, serving as a fast front-line hatching nest for the "Patrol"!
This means that on the ocean battlefield, the "nest" itself is a mobile "living missile" production base.
Can produce a steady stream of patrol boats, whether for air support or underwater attacks.
Although the speed of the patroller will be greatly reduced underwater, its combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated.
What's even better is that this incubation platform can even temporarily act as a "first aid station" when necessary, providing emergency energy to the black giant's core recovered after the self-destruction, accelerating the reconstruction of its body!
In fact, Benjamin has more wild ideas in his mind, such as integrating reconnaissance units, adding space jumping capabilities, etc.
Unfortunately, due to the limitations of the space volume in his body and his own knowledge, he could only regretfully stop at the current "semi-finished product".
"The code name for this thing... let's call it 'Nest'!" Benjamin casually named it.
He instructed the automated puppets in the laboratory to begin supplying large amounts of basic biomass and pure energy to the nascent "nest" to allow it to complete its initial growth and stabilization.
After finishing all this, Benjamin sat back in his familiar work chair, leaned back, and fell into a daze for the first time in a long time, letting his mind go blank.
He was clearly aware that at this stage, the qualitative improvement he could make in his direct combat capability and legion composition had basically reached the limit given his current level of resources and knowledge.
The Black Giant Legion, the Patrol Air Force, and the "Nest" Navy, the three-in-one cannon fodder system of land, sea and air has been initially formed.
Magical weapons, talismans, witchcraft tools, and various witchcraft have also been updated.
The rest is nothing more than relying on time to accumulate quantity and to optimize and polish some details.
This means that for at least the next fifty years, although he still has a vast amount to learn, experiment and research, his overall combat capability level will no longer see a revolutionary leap.
So he was a little confused for a moment, and just subconsciously thinking about various tactical combinations, legion ratios and fine-tuning of his own combat style in his mind.
I don’t know how long it took, but a deep feeling of fatigue came over me.
Benjamin did not resist and allowed himself to sink into a pure sleep that required no meditation or thinking.
Rest is sometimes also a part of spiritual practice.
When the dim "sun" of the Elosia plane rose as usual the next day, Benjamin had regained his former calmness and concentration and returned to his regular research life.
Over the next fifty years, Benjamin began to systematically and gradually step down from his various positions at Nolen Academy No. 147.
He communicated with Dean Avery Knight, explaining that he was about to face a forced expedition and needed to prepare and hand over in advance.
The dean expressed his understanding.
Soon, a wizard who had just been rotated from a battlefield in another plane and also belonged to the Alchemy Logistics Department was assigned to take over Jemin's job.
The handover process was extremely simple - after all, the alchemy school still had no new apprentices.
The main job is to perform routine inspections and maintenance of life-saving items and monitoring systems during the graduation trials every five years, and occasionally to refine some low-level magical weapons or potions for other students in the academy.
These clerical tasks would be easy for another experienced alchemist.
In this way, while maintaining his own practice and research, Benjamin easily completed the handover of duties and peacefully spent the last fifty years before the forced expedition.
When the deadline finally arrived, Benjamin used the inter-dimensional teleportation array to once again arrive at that familiar yet unfamiliar place - the gathering point of the wizard civilization expeditionary force.
This time, his luck seemed to be good.
Just after completing the registration, we happened to see a large-scale expeditionary force gathering.
After signing up, he flew straight to the designated assembly square.
However, when he saw the scene in the square clearly, even with Benjamin's concentration, he couldn't help but gasp.
Looking around, the entire huge square was now filled with densely packed wizards!
Wizard robes of various colors, bizarre magical accessories, contracted magical pets of various sizes, and war constructs suspended in the air... formed an endless sea of people and a sea of energy glow.
Benjamin took a quick mental look and was shocked - the number of wizards gathered here was probably over a million!
This number is really shocking!
Normally, a medium-sized plane expedition would mobilize only about 100,000 wizards.
Even when facing those tough and powerful planes that need to be attacked, the scale rarely exceeds 200,000 or 300,000.
But seeing this scene of millions of wizards gathered together... Benjamin's heart sank.
This is by no means an ordinary expedition. The Norn Workshop must have great ambitions this time, and what they are about to face is probably an unimaginably difficult battle.
He silently found a relatively less crowded corner and settled down, quietly pricked up his ears, trying to gather some information from the conversations of the wizards around him.
"...This is such a huge event! I've been on five expeditions and have never seen so many people!"
"I can only say that the target plane is probably very special, but up to now, there is still no news."
"However, such a difficult enemy should be quite rich in both military merit and resources."
"...Before that, it's better to consider whether you can survive."
However, the wizards around him seemed to know very little about the specific details, just like him.
But the solemn and fanatical atmosphere in the air clearly conveyed a consensus: the wizard civilization was able to mobilize such a large military force for an expedition, and what it was about to face was definitely an unprecedented tough battle!
In order to increase the chances of survival in the upcoming brutal war, many temporary small group recruitment points have spontaneously formed in the square.
Many wizards loudly announced the areas of witchcraft they were good at and the areas they were not good at, looking for partners who could complement each other, preparing to sign temporary combat contracts, and forming teams to jointly deal with unknown dangers.
(End of this chapter)
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