Chapter 137 - 111: He Just Wants to Farm, Not Kill People
Chapter 137: Chapter 111: He Just Wants to Farm, Not Kill People
"Tsk."
Chen Fan suddenly shook his head and chuckled. ’These people really play favorites with their gifts.’ But on second thought, it was normal. If he were the one giving gifts, he wouldn’t give away an exceptionally good Exotic Treasure to another faction, either. He certainly wouldn’t give away his Ghost Eye.
In contrast, the Hill and Valley Royal Family had truly given their all.
He had even managed to pick out a few decent Exotic Treasures from the ones that had already been unwrapped.
Then there were the two Building Blueprints.
Although they were for Ordinary structures—one for an Arrow Tower and one for a City Wall—and useless to him, he knew that for a faction like the Hill and Valley Royal Family, such Blueprints were their very lifeline.
"Hmm..."
’After this is all over, I need to have a proper chat with this Patriarch Wang,’ he mused.
After checking all his gains,
Chen Fan waved a hand. "Store these unopened Exotic Treasures properly. We’ll sell them later. Now, get some rest."
...
After finishing the inventory count in the Warehouse,
Chen Fan walked out of the cave alone.
He made his way to Cave #2. After retracting the City Wall at the entrance, he gazed at the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage standing quietly within. He had forged it from the corpse of a Ghost King, and he was certain that no other faction in all of Jiangnan possessed such a Vehicle.
It was a Rare Vehicle.
Even with a Vehicle Workshop, this Vehicle was impossible to construct.
It was pulled by nine Flaming Dragon Horses.
The Flaming Dragon Horses had frames larger than a Skeleton Horse, but they were still not living things. They were like the remains left behind by some ancient Exotic Beast; their flesh and blood were not composed of muscle fibers.
Instead, their forms were shaped by churning, solidified dark red molten lava.
Through their translucent skin, one could clearly see a golden liquid flowing like blood vessels within their bodies.
One word:
Fierce.
Their heads were covered in heavy, obsidian-like bone, their eyes two eternally burning balls of incandescent flame. They had no pupils—only pure light and heat that dared one to look directly at them.
Their speed was naturally far greater than that of a Skeleton Horse.
Three times faster, in fact.
Most importantly—
There was the Dragon Carriage itself, pulled by the nine Flaming Dragon Horses. Its chassis was cast from a single, unknown piece of Dark Gold. The cabin was a composite of Ancient Wood and bone, supported by nine Coiled Dragon Golden Pillars. The railings were densely inlaid with irregular bone fragments, resembling dragon scales.
Its primary color palette was a deep black, Dark Gold, and crimson.
Based on looks alone,
it was worth 50,000 Ghost Stones.
Even with no special abilities, he believed the factions of Jiangnan would be willing to buy it for its appearance alone. It wasn’t just a toy for some rich heir; it was a symbol of a faction’s power.
But!
It was impossible for it to have no special abilities.
"Rise."
Standing his ground, Chen Fan gazed at the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage and uttered a single command. The nine Flaming Dragon Horses instantly began to gallop, and in the blink of an eye, they pulled the carriage into the air, where it hovered above his head.
That was right.
The Nine-Five Dragon Carriage could fly for a short period, for up to the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn. It consumed one Ghost Stone for every second it was airborne.
It wasn’t a true flying Vehicle. Even though it could take to the air briefly, the cost in Ghost Stones was far from small.
In just those few moments,
it had already consumed several Ghost Stones.
He couldn’t afford to delay.
He gave another soft command.
"Manifest!"
The next moment—
The Nine-Five Dragon Carriage, still floating in the air, instantly rang with the CLICK-CLACK of activating mechanisms. Its chassis and cabin rapidly disassembled, transforming and extending outwards.
In the blink of an eye, the cabin of the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage had transformed into a Heaven and Earth Chessboard.
A Heaven and Earth Chessboard so vast it nearly covered the entire Celestial Pit.
Looking up, the Flaming Dragon Horses and the carriage were gone.
All that remained was a board of intersecting black and white lines, creating 361 points. A cannon tower could be mounted at every single one.
Cannon towers mounted on the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage could break the camp’s range limit and attack at will, but the price was a greatly increased consumption rate of Ghost Stones.
Without the slightest pause,
This was no time for contemplation. Ghost Stones were being consumed at an alarming rate; its flying state was simply too costly.
Like a river, 89,760 Ghost Stones in the Warehouse shattered, melting into a liquid that surged into the hovering Nine-Five Dragon Carriage. Following them, 187 white Mourning Lanterns flew into the structure.
In the blink of an eye,
Level 5 Cannon Towers were mounted on the intersection points of the chessboard’s lines.
Their muzzles faced the ground.
Beyond that—
Another 14,000 Ghost Stones shattered, and with them, his seven newly acquired Ghost Eyes.
One Level 6 Cannon Tower appeared at the board’s central Celestial Essence point. The remaining six Level 6 Cannon Towers materialized in sequence at the positions surrounding it.
After all this was done,
he let out a soft breath and said in a low voice, "Retract."
With another CLICK-CLACK of mechanisms, the Heaven and Earth Chessboard retracted, reforming back into the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage as it descended from the sky to land on the ground.
And with that,
his ultimate weapon, the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage, was complete.
In total, 187 Level 5 Cannon Towers and 7 Level 6 Cannon Towers were installed. Theoretically, its firepower was even more ferocious than his Meat Grinder. Not only were there more cannons, but they were also more concentrated, unlike the Meat Grinder, whose cannons were dispersed along the rock walls of the thousand-meter-long canyon.
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"..."
The night was as black as ink, and the camp was utterly silent.
Everyone was asleep.
Only Chen Fan stood alone in the Celestial Pit, gazing at the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage before him. This was the decisive variable!
It was also the very meaning behind the Dragon Carriage’s name.
A king’s journey requires safety.
The Nine-Five Dragon Carriage was responsible for providing that protection.
The camp had 8,300 Ghost Stones left.
’I’ll leave 300 for basic operations and take the remaining 8,000. That should cover the cannon towers and travel expenses.’ This, it could be said, was a battle where the Mortal Realm was truly staking everything it had.