Translator: AnubisTL
At the center sat a shotgun.
Extending from it were several steel pipes, which connected to two tank treads. At the rear, a triangular spike was embedded in the ground.
That was it.
The entire vehicle's design was brutally simple—the latest in minimalist engineering.
There wasn't even a cockpit, let alone a body.
Just four wheels.
"Hurry," Scar Dog said, glancing at Zhao Ritian. "Get your two-star slimes into the treads."
"Right away!"
At Zhao Ritian's command, twenty two-star slimes obediently crawled into the tread compartments, standing neatly in their designated spots.
Scar Dog then moved forward, securing the steel-bar covers over each compartment to prevent the slimes from falling out during the journey.
Finally, he walked to the rear of the vehicle and hammered the steel-linked triangular spike firmly into the ground.
Straightening up with a sigh of relief, he clapped his hands. "Zhao Ritian, get your boys moving!"
"You got it!"
Perched atop a slime's head, Zhao Ritian drew a battered wooden sword from his chest. He took a deep breath and roared, "Boys, charge!"
As the command rang out, the twenty two-star slimes nestled in the tracked compartments began to bounce forward with renewed vigor.
The tracks slowly started to turn, and the vehicle began to move.
"Success!" Li Hao exclaimed, his eyes flashing with excitement as he pumped his fist and muttered under his breath.
Scar Dog, his eyes brimming with suppressed excitement, crouched on the ground, carefully observing the triangular cone embedded in the earth.
As the vehicle gained speed, the cone, buried deep in the ground, began to tear through the earth, following the vehicle forward and leaving behind a trench roughly the width of a calf.
"Nice!!!"
Seeing everything proceeding smoothly, Scar Dog couldn't contain his excitement. He leaped to his feet and roared, "Get the other slimes onto the remaining three vehicles—one for each direction: east, south, west, and north!"
"Stop when I say stop! Keep moving forward until then!"
"These vehicles can't turn. Just keep going straight. I'll use phantom gates to help you change direction when needed."
"Come on, go, go, go!!"
"No dawdling! Pick up the pace!"
"Move faster! Get it done quickly!"
"Finish this task within one hour!"
Soon, the group sprang into action.
Zhao Ritian, perched atop a slime, darted back and forth between the Scar Dog-modified trenching vehicles, waving his battered wooden sword and bellowing:
"My sons, push yourselves harder!"
"Do you see this vast territory? It will all belong to our Slime Empire!"
"This land—all of it—was won for you by This Emperor, who sold his own body for glory!"
"Jump! Leap!"
"Yes, put your backs into it! Charge!"
Scar Dog continuously manipulated phantom gates to steer the vehicles, carving neat, crisscrossing trenches into the ground.
Li Hao followed behind, meticulously measuring lengths and laying water pipes.
They dug out the soil from the trenches, carefully placed arm-thick water pipes into the channels, and connected them end-to-end.
The pipes had precisely fitted joints—T-joints, cross-joints, right-angle joints—meeting all their needs.
An hour passed.
All the trenches for burying the water pipes were now complete.
If one were to stand atop the world tree's canopy and look down, they would see a network of trenches carved beneath the canopy, arranged in a precise grid resembling a Go board.
Another half-hour passed.
All the water pipes had been laid.
"Whew!"
Scar Dog slowly rose, panting, and gazed at the fruits of his labor. A surge of pride welled up within him as he wiped the sweat from his brow and exclaimed, "This was truly a monumental undertaking!"
"I have to say, Li Hao, why didn't I become a city management designer back then?"
"You were wasted talent, Scar Dog. If you'd been a city management designer, that city would have become the global focal point."
"Indeed."
Scar Dog nodded in deep agreement, then clapped his hands and shouted, "Alright, no stopping now! Let's move on to the second step!"
"Secure the outlets!"
"Yes, sir!"
Soon, Scar Dog and his team had erected 108 man-sized iron barrels beneath the massive canopy.
These barrels were positioned at the pipe junctions.
The pipe junctions beneath the barrels had been cut open. When groundwater flowed through the pipes, it would carry the cold air with it.
The cold air was drawn out of the iron barrels.
All they needed to do was install a fan in each barrel to blow out the cold air from the groundwater.
This would fill the entire area beneath the tree canopy with a refreshing coolness, making it feel like autumn.
As for why they didn't just use fans for cooling...
That was a no-brainer.
In this weather, fans were useless, blowing out only hot air.
But they had seized over 200 fans from the Living Supplies Warehouse in the mechanical race city at the volcano—more than enough for their needs.
These fans were powered by energy blocks, with each block lasting nearly three months of continuous use.
More than enough.
By the time Scar Dog and his team had finished installing all the iron barrels and fans, another two hours had passed.
It was now between 4 and 5 PM, and the sky was already beginning to darken.
Finally, everything was ready.
Scar Dog, visibly exhausted, tapped his lower back and said weakly, "I think we should capture some fox-eared slaves to give us back massages and shoulder rubs."
"I think so too," Li Hao said, nodding in agreement.
"Alright," Scar Dog said, stretching his limbs. A glint of anticipation flashed in his eyes as he sprinted toward the water pipe's source. "Ready? Ready? I'm starting now!"
"We're good to go."
The water they were diverting wasn't from the underground cavern's pool.
While the cavern's pool was also groundwater, it was too stagnant, its formation shrouded in mystery.
The water they needed was from a different underground source—not only sufficiently cold but also powerfully flowing.
Scar Dog took a deep breath and crushed the energy block in his hand.
Instantly, a phantom gate materialized above a massive iron barrel. As soon as it appeared, icy groundwater gushed forth in a continuous torrent.
The water surged through the network of pipes they had meticulously laid out in all directions.
"Hmm..." Scar Dog frowned, noticing slight leaks around the iron barrel. "The waterproofing could be better."
But he quickly shook his head.
"No harm done. Let's just say we're offering a drink to the local earth deity."
(End of the Chapter)
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