Chapter 185: It’s a Big Boye – Part 3

Chapter 185: It’s a Big Boye – Part 3 AnnouncementBREAK TIME! You know the drill, one week of Heretical Magus, possibly just two chapters since any more kills me, and then another week of patreon stuff. Rupegia will resume after that on the 3rd of next month.

Today is the 16th, Ekt, day of Electricity. Not really advantageous for anything we're going to do today. It's still the best day to start a journey, though, so a few relief platoons of Lordsguard and one platoon of Companions have taken an elven transport ship in Goldcross (the edge of cheap [Eternal Gate] for us) and are beginning their journey towards the Sky Lands.

As for me, I wake up to a little girl gently sucking the tip since her jaw hurts too much to deepthroat me, but she looks so cute with the pink, engorged head of my Cock inside her mouth that it makes up for it. And she even gives me a cute little smile as she continues to suck me, so I give her another load to swallow.

No skill ups, not even Aoi, as her [Machining] skill is of the dense kind to save on "soul potential"/"skill points," so she won't be leveling it up very frequently.

I suddenly get a craving for a turmeric "latte," so I decide to make it myself. A nice cup of hot milk, a generous spoonful of sugar, a little piece of Buried Goat Horn (ginger), a healthy pinch of Unguente (cinnamon), and a big dose of Gold-meric (yeah...). Then you whisk it all until a bit of froth builds up, and you have your turmeric cappuccino. Vanilla and cloves are also great to add to it, but I wanted something a bit more "basic" this time.

Maybe I should make an espresso machine...

"I prefer coffee," Lina immediately announces after taking a sip, and Ciel, Aoi, and Alissa nod in agreement.

"I prefer this," Yunia pompously replies, then takes a sip, and Hana, Roxanne, and Caterina nod in agreement.

We turn to Kaatohe, Urmeie, and Belind, but they seem hesitant to opine.

"I like both," my naked cat diplomatically declares, but I do believe she has a truly patrician taste.

"I don't care for either," Urmeie predictably evades. She's no fun.

And so, the pressure mounts for Belind, who's too kind to give a hasty answer to this divisive subject within our family.

Not-Tinkerbell's bubbly expression stiffens as the gears inside her head turn, and she even glances at Ciel, but the angel has been corrupted, and even she won't give in on this matter, so the pixie clears her throat and tactfully begins her defensive speech, "I... feel like coffee has more potential" -the coffee girls cheer victoriously- "but I currently want to drink the gold-meric drink." And now the turmeric girls cheer, but it's a bit more restrained since they understand that coffee still has more appeal, and it goes better with chocolate than their drink.

But the issue has been settled, and civil war has been averted... for today.

I decide to skip our mana circulation training so that I can start building my baby with my own hands, as it's a lot quicker than even using the golems, especially when you have zero safety features. Like I said, I just want a proof of concept that I can give to the engineers for them to perfect.

Now it's time to assemble my boy.

A thick and long body that can fit as many shells as possible; a big [Telekinesis] crystal that turns a crank for propulsion; seats for the driver, loader, gunner, and commander; storage grates that push the shells forward with use like a magazine; levers to control the engine and gear shifting; and a small periscope for the driver.

Then I work on the big turret. Its shape is nice and round like a delicious tit; a long cannon for deep penetration power; an adjustable scope for the gunner; levers with their own engine for fast traversal and elevation; and a periscope for the commander.

And finally, the tracks are their own little puzzle. I assemble the gears, connect them to the engine, and add the suspension. Then I link the tracks and fix all the little additive errors caused by my amateurish planning skills. It takes such a long time that I skip lunch, but the time still flies by in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, God, what is it now?" Lily quietly asks as she enters the viewing room, low enough that our men don't hear her, but the Princesses are still nearby.

"Why aren't you excited?" Belind innocently questions as she floats low enough that Samkelo can't get a view of her panties. Gods bless her because she actually thinks that a weapon reveal from me should be exciting for most people.

"Because Wolfy is a nerd," the brash loli answers as she takes her seat.

And not-Tinkerbell frowns confusedly. "A what...?"

"A person who is extremely enthusiastic and knowledgeable about a particular scholarly subject, even to their detriment," Ted robotically answers while floating in front of the curtains.

But the Princess' frown deepens. "That sounds like a pejorative." And she seems like she's gearing up to verbally put down Lily for her lack of reverence.

"Earthlings enjoy being abrasive to each other too much," Ciel makes a low-effort attempt at bridging the two cultures because she doesn't have that much sympathy for Lily.

"They call it 'banter,'" Lina follows up, just a little bit sour at how often she's been the target of my teasing, though she does enjoy the attention.

"It feels like crushing a man's balls," Yunia pompously remarks as if she's talking about fine Eia extract.

"Do you know how that actually feels?" Samkelo predictably questions.

And she predictably answers with a smug little smile, "No. Do you want to volunteer?"

"I'll pass..." he hums and looks away with a smirk, but I bet that if she were more seductive, he would've agreed.

This disarms Belind's anger, but it's traded for concern. "Is verbal abuse common among Earthlings? It sounds worrying, really."

"Just give them a warning bite, and they'll stop because they're cowardly," Urmeie grunts dismissively and snorts.

But now not-Tinkerbell sighs. "That also seems unnecessarily brutish and abrasive."

And now it's the bear princess that looks like she's gearing up for a verbal battle.

So Alissa subtly rolls her eyes as she's forced to interject before the two can start biting each other, "Everyone's being playful, but sometimes they can go a bit overboard, yes." And she shoots a pointed stare at the abrasive loli that's not so subtly in question. sorry about my tone; I'm still learning things," Lily apologizes in a way that's barely passable, but at least it's better than nothing.

The rest of the audience is the High Officers and our soldiers, who are doing their best not to eavesdrop on the personal conversation, but Brett gives worried glances at the Earthlings, likely concerned because "going overboard" when it comes to nobility usually leads to some very bad consequences.

But I'm ready now, so I walk into the room, and everyone falls silent, an effect that I love very much. The dragon is telling me to cultivate a more "kingly" presence, and I'm starting to like the idea.

Anyway, I stop in front of everyone's seats, with the curtains behind me, then calmly begin my short speech, "Sirs and Dames, I won't waste any of our time explaining things when I can just let it speak for itself. Let me present to you the first combat tank, the Horned Guardian M1."

And the curtains open up, revealing a dirt "playground" with the big-ass tank right in front of us. It's similar to the IS-3 Soviet tank as it's very round, but the turret has that modern square extension at the back for increased storage capacity. Its skin is all made of dark-gray Crystallwood, but the tracks (which are partially covered by a skirt), as well as any delicate instruments, are made of machined steel.

Its armor is at least ten times as thick as the usual breastplate, so it's a heavy beast, but the gem is so powerful that you can drift as if it's a modern car. In fact, you can even overload the gem with mana and give it a "nitro" boost, but that just ruins all of the mechanics, so it's not advised.

There's a rifle mounted on the body and the turret, but they're just placeholders for when we get actual machine guns. Maybe the one on the hull will be unnecessary, but there was free space, so why not?

And so, the demonstration ends. Lookwlind is too busy with the full-auto research, so I work on the tank by myself. But where do I even start...?

I'm too dumb to make a firing mechanism, so I guess I can just focus on testing different bullet sizes since I have an army of test subjects that I can summon at will. I want to have calibers ready for a heavy machine gun, an autocannon, a light tank, and a less ridiculously overengineered field gun.

The round for the field gun comes first since the men have already used one in battle, but I'm predicting that I'll have to reduce the caliber, or else the gun will break without enchantments since the round is overkill. I'll still make another steel-only 120mm Field Gun so we have some data on how Lina's and Aoi's treated steel handles it. We had previously filled the bullet with enchantments to increase the blast, but I'll remove all of them and convert it into a simple frag round.

We still don't have enough golems in our factory line, and we'll likely never have enough, so I make more machinists while working on my plans as I need to wait for the field gun to be finished. Now I need to think about what caliber will be best.

The overengineered 120mm shell actually has so much power and goes so straight that we didn't have to bother with ballistics, so I believe I should focus on visual identification range as my limiting factor for the caliber. Our optics technology isn't that great, and I don't want to require the gunner and the commander to have [Eagle Eye] to use the gun as that defeats the point of it, so it makes sense to make a round that flies as far as we can accurately shoot it.

But first, I need a graded firing range so that I can measure the travel distance of the rounds because I'm too dumb to be able to calculate all of that. Second, I need to establish a routine that I can teach the golems to automate some of this process so that it can continue while we sleep. Third, I need to start documenting the damage and kill zones for the rounds.

"I can help with that!" Roxanne, our resident mad scientist, cheerfully volunteers in my soul space, then immediately hunches her back in shame of being so happy about a rather grim topic.

Aoi doesn't even say anything since she doesn't mind, but it's the "torturing monsters is also a Sin" that really makes my crazy succubus feel conflicted.

"It's really fine, Roxanne," I reassure her,

"You should be asking me if it's fine," Yunia, her research partner on that body-freezing nail magic, sternly states.

So Roxanne forces a guilty smile as she slowly asks, "Is it fine...?"

And Yunia frowns as she dryly hums, "Yes..."

Ciel has a bit of free time, so her eagerness finally overpowers her prudent restraint, and she does something mildly selfish: she checks on the enchanter working on her angel wings. I'm also curious, but I have to hide my growing concern from her to avoid ruining her moment.

If the Titans aren't attacking, there's a chance that they're coming up with their own way to get through the spirits' resistance to the body-freezing nails. I think we need to attack the moment the men are comfortable with their rifles, or we'll regret it.

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