Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 816: Section 546: Walden Action (Part 1)_2

Chapter 816: Section 546: Walden Action (Part 1)_2

"Don’t say it out loud, you fool," the old human Mage muttered.

The Dwarven Tower Master nodded: "I just... I just don’t want the instructor’s sacrifice to go unnoticed..."

"At least we remember him, may Truth be eternal."

"Yes, we still remember him, may Truth be eternal."

The Dwarf and the human looked at the child in front of them, adjusted something, and then asked to tighten the screws by two more turns.

Finally, they both sighed.

After the Half-human mechanic tightened the screws, Malin felt his waist and finally nodded, "It’s fine now."

The mechanics began to remove their tools, and Malin clapped his hands, looked at the Mages in front of him, and spoke: "Gentlemen, let’s synchronize our watches, the time is now 0813 in the morning, at the second half of the minute."

The Mages took out their pocket watches to confirm the time.

"We will depart at 0835, let’s now confirm the mission for this time." As Malin spoke, the Half-human mechanics group had already wheeled over a map of the northern territory with various lines marked on it to Malin’s back.

Taking a fine wooden stick, Malin tapped on the target location: "Our target today is to attack Waldin Town, Chaos has erected a set of cauldrons there, a reconnaissance group formed by Gryphon Knights and Druids confirmed that there are three cauldrons, many corrupt flies, our battle Mages will be divided into six combat groups, and the combat group led by the Tower Master of Carterburg will be responsible for ground attacks, they will carry bombs to strike those three cauldrons, and another combat group will be responsible for their protection, our objective is the corrupt flies, to eliminate them before they can attack the ground group, so this time we need to carry a lot of spare ammunition, for the cover group I recommend using rapid-fire weapons, if you are confident in your marksmanship, you can use large-caliber weapons, remember, our mission is to prioritize eliminating enemies who aim to hinder our ground attacks, if the corrupt flies chase you from your six o’clock, remember you can shake them off by accelerating straight, if not, you can request support through the common channel, I will arrange Sir Collys’s cover group to specifically protect you."

Malin marked the positions of the cauldrons on the town map, then explained the entry direction, the altitude of various combat groups, then turned around and smiled at the hundreds of Mages in front of him: "Remember, harbor a conviction to live, be prepared to die, we are facing, if not destroyed, cauldrons that will contaminate the entire region with plague, we must succeed, understood?"

"Sir, I have a question," a young Mage raised his hand.

"Go ahead." Malin nodded.

"Why do we need to do this battle, we are Mages," said the young man pointing to the Mages around: "We are all Mages, I think this operation is too dangerous, why can’t the infantry be sent to destroy those cauldrons."

"What if they don’t make it in time, are we just going to watch those cauldrons start working and then turn the entire area into a hotbed of disease?" Malin asked with a smile: "If you think that’s okay, then I have nothing to say."

"...Then let’s go blow up those cauldrons, at least I want to protect my younger brothers and sisters," said the young Mage seriously.

"You see, every one of us has people we need to protect, you’re no exception, neither am I," Malin said with a smile: "If there are no other questions, we’ll start preparing for takeoff."

"Sir! I have a question!" Meng Quyi raised her hand, this War Witch looked at Malin: "I came here to confront the new Chaos, all these Mage companions have people they want to protect, what about you, why are you standing here, is it for Lulu?"

"Lulu has hands, she can protect herself, my presence beside her is merely the icing on the cake, so my reason for being here is very simple, because I cannot let down so many people who trust me, so many northern soldiers believe that under my leadership, we can achieve victory, they believe that under my command, even if they die, their families will not be forgotten, they trust me, and they have entrusted their lives and future to me, that’s why I need to stand here, to fulfill my promise to the soldiers, I will do my best to help everyone who trusts me."

After speaking, Malin looked at the mages in front of him, who seemed thoughtful, and asked, "Any more questions?"

"No further questions, Your Excellency. Let’s set off," responded the first Dwarven Mage of the Mage Tower.

As the mages expressed their readiness one after another, Malin began to watch those mages pulling various heavy magic-equipped weapons stepping onto the anti-gravity magic circle. They used a jump to initiate their takeoff and then began to ascend with the assistance of levitation spells and back-mounted power systems.

"Let’s go, little guys," Malin said. He was the last to ascend. He carried two long-barreled 75 cannons with four-round magazines onto the magic circle, took a light leap, and the power system on his back, with two extra power nozzles than the mass-produced model, burst into action instantly bringing Malin to an altitude of one thousand meters.

Letting go of his hands, the two mortars began to rotate clockwise around Malin, while the fairies transformed from the World Tree Sapling followed behind him with a linked double-barreled 20mm autocannon.

To the left and in front of his vision, Jason marked the positions and altitudes of all the combat groups.

The Arcane Communicator started working, and Malin joined the channel that was already prepared.

"This is Malin, I’m online now, beginning course adjustments, please follow me," Malin issued the command in the public channel while he began to slowly decrease altitude.

The magic-equipped power systems relied on demon crystals, but a better method was to use spiritual energy directly, so the ascending speed of the mages was not uniform. This made Malin consider asking the faculty at the science academy to research a better power system—at least something better in terms of energy conversion, because in aerial combat, speed and climbing are life.

As for those blueprints Malin provided... If the folks at the science academy really couldn’t hammer out the engines, Malin really didn’t want to resort to this magical method—because they had no choice, there was no other option but to adopt this costly emergency solution.

After all, Malin couldn’t really talk about industrial sprawl at this time, as long as this power system works, and can blow those big pots out of the sky with the cargo.

"Damn, my stomach hurts a bit, what should I do?" a mage asked in the channel.

"You can go to the back of the formation and take care of it, I think it’s one way," a Tower Master responded.

"That’s too disgusting," the mage shrieked.

"You have three options, young man; either hold it in your pants until you’re back at the maintenance area and deal with it, handle it now, or you’ll have to fight while discharging on the battlefield," the Dwarven Tower Master’s nonchalant voice came through the channel.

"Then I’ll take care of it now," a member of what seemed to be Sir Corlys’ covering group slowed down, and Malin shook his head with a laugh—see, the fate of humans sometimes really does seem absurd.

Speaking of which, what if there are people below? Thinking this, Malin glanced at the ground.

He spotted a lot of white snow on the ground.

Excellent.

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