Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 815: Section 546: Walden Action (Part 1)

Chapter 815: Section 546: Walden Action (Part 1)

"The upcoming meeting will be presided over by Marshal Hill."

Having said that, Malin stepped down from the podium and handed the wooden baton in his hand to the middle-aged man in front of him.

The latter took the stage and began to recount the previously discussed policies: "Our current policy is still to hold the defense line until the warm spring weather allows us to counterattack."

Listening to his narration, Malin walked towards the exit of the large tunnel used for the meeting, removing his red robe as he walked. The Dwarven Electrum had already been waiting at the door, and he took the Church red robe from Malin: "Your Excellency, the preparation area has been opened. Elite members from various Mage Towers are already in position, just waiting for you."

"I hope I haven’t kept them waiting too long, Electrum. Take my red robe back to my residence, this is a letter to my loved ones; if I can’t return, please remember to deliver it for me."

Malin took out an envelope from his pocket, the Dwarf looked at it, and eventually shook his head: "It’s better that you do it yourself, Your Excellency."

"The Thanan people say it’s better to be prepared for everything, as fate is unpredictable. This attack should be the first aerial operation by the world’s Mages in history. Every Mage’s life in the sky is of equal value, so, please do me this favor, Electrum."

With a pained look, the Dwarf finally took the envelope and said: "But please, Your Excellency, come back no matter what."

"Go forth with the belief in survival but prepare for the possibility of death. Do what we can and leave the rest to fate." Saying this with a smile, Malin shook hands with Electrum and bid farewell.

"Lord Malin, Unit Seventeen and Eleven have returned and are currently being resupplied with ammunition. Do they need to strike again to continue expanding our victory?"

"No need, I want them to update their infiltration equipment. In the upcoming battle, some Battle Mages may be forced to land in the Chaos combat zone, and they will be needed for rescue operations."

Malin walked through the trenches, his conversation with Jason about to end as he approached the preparation area.

"Understood, I will get Units Eleven and Seventeen ready. Are you sure your equipment is reliable?" Jason had a natural wariness towards magical equipment, and although Malin felt this core AI was a bit overconcerned, considering that he wasn’t alone, such worry actually proved there was no error in his logic.

If Jason had been all praise for magical equipment from the start, then Malin would have needed to consider whether Jason had been compromised.

"The fellows at the Science Academy haven’t been wasting my gold, rest assured. You’ve seen the effectiveness of those 75 mm magazine cannons, haven’t you?"

"That’s what you say, but I really find it hard to believe all this that they have done." Jerin murmured while trying to continue the conversation.

"Don’t worry, if anything really goes wrong, I’ll personally break their noses." After saying this, Malin actively cut off communication with Jason and passed the corner guarded by soldiers.

What appeared before Malin was a large preparation area with a lift zone; the cover of this semi-buried area was already open, many Battle Mages had completed changing, and bulky robes had been replaced with form-fitting leather garments.

"Lord Malin, you’re here. We’ve already rehearsed this operation many times," said a Tower Master from the Mage Tower.

"Your Excellency, isn’t your equipment a bit small? What, you want to use your paternal lineage?!"

Malin used the changing room to switch his stature to one meter twenty—the paternal form grants Malin a sharper sense of Spell Formation and more powerful control when using Magical Items.

After dressing in the prepared leather clothes, Malin also put on a layer of thick fleece warm suit with a hood, and a face mask and windproof goggles would follow. These cost gold—the first batch of goggles used synthetic crystals. Malin had wanted them to use resin, but when he mentioned synthetics, the Mages of the Science Academy directly made a bunch of synthetic crystals.

These were truly things piled up with gold.

Walking out of the changing room, Malin began to equip the integrated anti-gravity unit with the help of the Half-human equipment handler—this was magical equipment created by the Science Academy with the help of the Lord of Justice, powered by Demon Crystals, able to pull the heavy equipment Malin had seen in that booklet, revolutionary equipment that provided Mages with real aerial combat capabilities.

"I always thought Anna was lying." An old Mage walked over to the Carterburg Dwarf Tower Master, a well-acquainted figure, and glanced at the Dwarf: "I even thought you were helping Anna to cover up her lies."

"There’s no need to lie, old Higgs, we just hadn’t realized at first, that our mentor’s plan could actually succeed." Watching Malin don the anti-gravity magical gear, with half-humans tightening screws, the Dwarf Tower Master looked up at the old human next to him.

"No wonder that Frost Giant Half-blood ultimately abandoned the child in Carterburg. She was resenting our mentor, resenting him for putting her child on this path." As the old Mage spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a snap of his fingers: "But I heard, she did come to see him, right?"

"Yes, last year, in Carterburg, she saw him but did not recognize him... Our little sister is pitiful, too. Out of so many female Apprentices, only she’s the most compatible with him. Look at Malin, he can perfectly switch between his mother’s Frost Giant form and his father’s bloodline... The bloodlines of our mentor and the Half-blood princess seem conflicting, yet they complement each other." The Dwarf Tower Master paused for a moment: "The young ones don’t know that our mentor didn’t return to his world; his soul has been in contact with this world for too long, and he can no longer go back... They don’t realize how much our mentor has sacrificed for this world."