Chapter 217 – Florida Man Mined Breast Milk With Horses And Made Chemical Weapon.
"Smash!"
"SMASH!"
Taxi, Ricardo, and their team completed a round trip and carried some Immortalium ingots over. They loaded the ingots into the local warehouse. Then, they changed shifts with the others.
A new team was formed, and they traveled north to collect another batch of resources.
As soon as the ingots arrived, warehouse mannequins got to work. They coordinated with the new automaton manager and directly transported the ingots to the shopping mall's underground warehouse.
As Leo had prepared for this process, he left behind several barrels of his urine and a bucket of his saliva. The mannequins dipped every ingot in the barrels and dried them. The ingots soon changed color from black to white as they were upgraded.
When more white ingots accumulated, the gunsmith workshop's mannequins stopped working and rode the elevator down. They collected the available resources and returned to their working stations. Then, they began crafting new weaponry.
The logistic chain was established. Without the need for Leo's guidance, the automatons worked non-stop.
The gunsmiths weren't the only place that got busy. The new facilities, namely the blacksmith workshops, began crafting cold weaponry.
Leo watched the blacksmith mannequins hammering mysterious white metal. He waited for them to finish their first creation.
It took them only one hour to finish crafting a broadsword. The workers passed a white broadsword to Leo for inspection.
Leo received the sword. At the same time, he received a notification message.
[Your Blacksmith Workshop Level 15 has created Broadsword of Goddess Blood.]
"Heh. It changes from prophet's breast milk to crystalized milk. After it becomes an ingot, it changes its name to goddess milkium ingots. But when it becomes a sword, it turns into goddess blood sword."
Leo laughed at the constant changes during the process. He wondered how many people would realize the origins of this sword.
He flipped it around and swung it. As Leo didn't exert his Qi or force, his swing looked amateurish and weak. However, the forces behind each swing cut through the air and left behind deep marks on the walls and the ground.
Fortunately, the shopping mall level 15 came with an auto-repair feature. The damaged floor and walls were gradually repaired.
"I wonder how strong this sword is… I wish I had someone to tell me."
Leo thought of Hua Jiashan. However, the guy in question was still a mortal. Leo doubted that he had the qualification to evaluate the sword.
After thinking of Hua Jiashan, the face of Hua Taixu came to Leo's mind.
"Oh, right. I have that sword saint. But that guy's speech is kinda…"
Hua Taixu was not reliable due to his damaged conversation abilities. Leo thought of other people next.
Sierra didn't seem to be well-versed in swords. Taxi and Ricardo were monster beasts, so they didn't rely on external weapons. Tang Xuan was also a mortal, and his main expertise was alchemy.
The remaining options were Esen and her minions.
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Leo returned to his battle bus to find Esen's subordinates. He wasn't disappointed.
In the lobby, Marc and Beatrice sat at a coffee table and enjoyed their snacks. They recently came out of their seclusion to take a break. Both elves managed to digest ten thousand years' worth of gun knowledge.
Leo approached them and showed them the newly made sword.
"Can you guys evaluate its worth and its power? Is this good?"
Leo was embarrassed to utter the blasphemous words. The sentence "Is it good?" was known as a toxic way to flex a rare item in gacha-related games.
Marc widely smiled and picked up the broadsword. He raised it and measured it from the hilt.
"Your Majesty, where did you get this? This is awesome!"
Leo was slightly taken aback by the new pronoun. "I'm a king, now?"
"Yes. You are going to marry our empress, so technically you will be our emperor!"
"…I see."
Beatrice slightly opened her eyes and revealed her abyssal gaze. She scanned the sword for a moment before she closed her eyes.
"That's a nice sword." Uttered Beatrice. "It's good for dismantling god's souls."
"How did you know?"
"It has the scent of goddess blood in it. It must have been made from milkium or something similar."
Leo was impressed by Beatrice's knowledge. It seemed that she was wiser than her colleagues.
"What's special about Milkium? How do you know about it?" Asked Leo.
"We used to live on another planet. I also was a part of a royal academy, and I had one of these swords before."
"Oh. Is it common in your hometown?"
"No. It's reserved for the top student of the year. In my case, it got confiscated when Her Majesty and I were expelled and executed here."
"…My condolence."
"It happened long ago. I don't mind."
"About its power, can you describe it?"
"Yes."
Beatrice described how the sword was made for young immortal elves to protect themselves. Every weapon made from Milkium was capable of killing gods and canceling their power. Because of its power, the divine elves confiscated the weapons and reserved them for their trustworthy soldiers and noble children.
Leo and Marc attentively listened to Beatrice's lecture. When she finished, she sighed as if she was mentally exhausted.
"I talk too much today. Please excuse me. I'm not used to speaking more than 100 words a day."
"Understandable. I used to speak less than 100 words a day myself."
Leo smiled at Beatrice and turned to Marc. "I assume you both digest the pills properly, right?"
Marc repeatedly nodded. "Yes, your majesty! My cultivation base is already at the true immortal stage. I'm a step away from attaining godhood, but I don't have a vessel yet. Once I have at least 100 vessels or worshipers, I can become a deity!"
"…Good for you."
Leo didn't understand anything Marc said. He wryly smiled and pointed at the sword.
"You're a swordsman, right? The sword is for you."
"EH?!" Marc was shocked. Beatrice also raised her eyebrows.
"Beatrice, I want you to go to the shopping mall's fifth floor and collect every broadsword from the blacksmiths. Distribute them to your people first. From now on, you will be in charge of managing them, okay?"
Beatrice revealed a faint smile for a moment. She nodded. "Understood, Your Majesty."
Marc was also excited. "Your majesty, are you making more of these?!"
Leo shrugged. "I have plenty of milkium ingots. My golems are making them at the moment."
"H-How many can you make, your majesty?"
"As many as I want."
"!!!"
Marc was speechless while Beatrice couldn't suppress her smile. Both were astonished by Leo's wealth.
"We'll visit the blacksmiths at once." Beatrice excused herself.
"Okay. Take care. Also, wait for the new guns. I'm planning to arm you with swords and guns. Don't forget to review your memory and gun knowledge. You'll need it."
Leo laughed and walked along the hallway. He entered his room to check on his wife.
Marc and Beatrice looked at each other. Their expressions were bright.
"His majesty is kind!" Marc admired Leo.
"He is."
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Beatrice and Marc visited the blacksmiths as ordered. They collected every broadsword the automatons made and distributed them to their colleagues.
However, there was a problem. As most of them weren't familiar with swords, they returned the weapons. Instead, they asked Beatrice if they could ask for a different weapon, such as staffs, canes, scythes, or spears.
Beatrice acted as their liaison. She visited the blacksmiths and asked the automatons to make different weapons for them.
At first, the automatons rejected the order as Beatrice was not their master. Fortunately, the manager was there, and she convinced the blacksmith workers to accept the order.
The coordination went smoothly this time. The blacksmiths stopped making swords, but they created customized weapons for Esen's subordinates.
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