After having a small gathering with the girls overnight, Malin made their favorite dinner, watched the cloudless stars of Farole with them, and finally fell asleep together.
The next morning, Malin returned to Copenhagen with a set of twelve large fish bombing tools.
After all, an airplane couldn’t be built overnight. For Malin, if they could produce a prototype engine that could power the propeller within half a year, he would be extremely grateful.
Therefore, it was the fish bombing tools, something any craftsman could make, that were simple and easy. Malin planned to have the Northern workshops produce these items in the coming days. When it came to combat, they would engrave weight-reducing arrays on them, and mages with control over Spiritual Energy would pull them into the sky. With the cover of their comrades, they would attack those plague cauldrons.
So far, the Chaos side hadn’t discovered any aerial units, but even the rotting knights had already started to appear in groups. In Malin’s view, the emergence of the Plague Bees was just a matter of time—with such a large-scale invasion, Nagoth must have made a significant investment, and his chosen champions would certainly be the most brutal and terrifying. But Malin was confident that he could kill him, as long as he dared appear within Malin’s information network, Malin would definitely find a way to locate and assassinate him.
When they couldn’t detect the presence of the cauldrons, Malin could only continue to subject his subordinates to tedious physical training. At the same time, Malin would also try his best to prepare various potions, and the alchemy workshop of the Church of the Goddess of Benevolent was where he had been spending a lot of time recently.
Sometimes, he would take Sudel, Rhodes, Carmen, and Alessandro to the front lines. Malin taught them how to kill the followers with regular bullets, and how to use blessed Quicksilver Bullets to hit the weak points of Chaos warriors and kill them.
As for the Chaos Sorcerers, these slow-moving targets with weaknesses all over were nothing difficult to handle. In front of blessed Quicksilver Bullets, these targets beyond four hundred yards only had one choice: to face death in whatever way they preferred.
One bullet at a time.
After the last Chaos warrior was covered with a burning bottle filled with blessed fuel, Malin stood up from the trench. This forested area, located south of Holbæk, the most important transportation hub between Copenhagen and the Western seaport of Kiel, was where Chaos and humans were clashing most frequently. Chaos sought to take this area and then move north to attack Holbæk, cutting off Copenhagen from the mountain of supplies stacked up in Kiel, which were transported by convoys from Sydney and the Farole region.
Humans could not afford to lose this passage—if they did, the convoys would need to enter the fjord to reach Copenhagen, but the sea in this region was already frozen, making it an impossible task during the winter.
"Thank you, Lord Malin, for your assistance," said a battalion commander of the Northern Kingdom as he approached. He was a Big Beard and he reached out to shake Malin’s hand, expressing his gratitude repeatedly.
"It’s nothing, I just felt that since you have the money to equip your soldiers with new gear, I must offer some assistance to my client," Malin said with a smile—he had merely shared the method to make enhanced incendiary bombs with the commander.
Bottles of liquor are the most common items in the Northern Kingdom, even within the army, as every soldier needs alcohol to help ward off the cold in this dreadful weather.
Cloth was everywhere—clothes from fallen soldiers could be cut into strips and, combined with alcohol, made the best combustible material.
The blessed oil poured into the bottles was originally for defending the city, but Malin had taken some from Holbæk—this oil had to be blessed again each week if not used, and Holbæk was not short on oil. There was a relic predating the Great Destruction Era still working, pumping crude oil from deep within the earth every day—this Malin had verified.
Thus, the defense of the troops equipped with a large number of incendiary bottles was going very smoothly—they had even dug several trenches in front of their lines at key, vulnerable spots, filled them with oil, and when a lot of Chaos passed through, ignited them with the Flame Burst Spell, creating a scene similar to fireworks. The explosive noises when the swollen corpses of the Plague Messengers were ignited and burst open could be heard one after another. Rhodes, standing next to Malin, admitted that he didn’t feel like eating meat anymore of late.
The young people are truly naive. In Malin’s view, if such an invasion continued, eating meat would become a luxury if supplies could not keep up.
He hoped that this period would last long enough so that the regret they’d feel later would be even more painful.
After the battle, it was customary to collect the corpses for cremation. As the soldiers began to gather the dead, Malin thought of someone.
"Ails, are you there?" Malin turned around.
A slit suddenly appeared in the air beside him, and Ails’ head popped out, taking a look around.
·Ah, the sweet scent of the prime material plane, and today it seems there are no other Legends around you, quite unusual.
"Would you like me to call a few over to keep you company?" Malin asked with a smile.
·Please, no! I’d like to live a few more years. What do you need me for today, sir? Is it to collect the souls of Chaos?