When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1214 Exhausted! Too lazy to think of a chapter title, so I'll just leave it at that.

As Horn thought this, the carriage slowly drove past Shilov's little park.

The sea of ​​chrysanthemums flashed by, the carriage passed through the checkpoint, climbed the hill, and came to the gate of the Mechanical Palace.

"Your Majesty."

As Horn got out of the car, the two guards at the door immediately bowed and saluted.

With a smile and a nod, His Holiness the Pope strode quickly toward the Palace of Machines.

Although Sylph said she would give him a surprise, Cheka had already spoiled it for Horn.

It was the progress on the Libra Crown, the power of which even made Horn feel incredibly excited.

At the entrance, two painted bronze roosters stare blankly at the visitors, in remembrance of the crooked-headed rooster from years ago.

Passing through the garden-style courtyard with withered branches and fallen leaves, and the little angels with large birds circling around, you will reach the Ether Spire and the Experimental Square.

The Machinery Palace had previously undergone an expansion, and even the experimental plaza had become larger.

The ground is paved with red, blue and white bricks, with mortar filling the gaps between the bricks, and complemented by sandpits, grass, pools and large experimental machinery.

This is where Shilov has been spending her time lately.

Upon seeing Horn, Lorton, who was standing at the door, immediately came to greet him.

"Where is the stuff?" Horn asked without wasting any words.

"You come with me."

Following Lorton around a hedge wall, they found Sylvie, Leonardo, and the others behind it.

They gathered with a group of engineers and inventors, peering at something in the center.

Protected by guards, it is about the height of a person, made entirely of brass, and filled with intricate and complex mechanical parts such as gears.

At its very center, held in place by four iron claws, is the Libra Crown.

Ever since it was activated by the dragon soul that day, its surface has always had a pearl-like shimmering light.

"How's it going?" Horn asked first. "Have you figured anything out?"

“Hmm.” When she saw Horn arrive, she stood up from her wheelchair and gave him a hug. “We can be pretty sure that this Libra Crown is actually a small ether pump.”

Horn gave Sylph a quick kiss, and then tried to touch her tail, but she nimbly dodged him.

With an awkward laugh, Horn put his arm around Sylvie's slender waist, but his heart remained as still as water.

Some things, once done too often, lose their novelty and even become quite boring.

He is now more focused on practical matters.

"Does a miniature ether pump mean that this crown can pump out ether like an ether spire?" Horn couldn't help but question.

He had seen how complex the process of the Ether Spire guiding the Ether was.

This tiny thing actually integrates such a large ethereal spire.

“Yes.” Leonardo replied confidently.

"Demonstrate it, let me see."

After being assured that there was no danger, Horn was still asked to step aside.

Shilov placed her hand on the crown, while Leonardo pulled down a lever next to her.

About half a second later, amidst the gradually intensifying resonance, a rift the size of a fingernail appeared about half a meter above the center of the Libra crown.

Immediately, familiar starlight drifted down like silk threads, landing in the basin of water below.

“It really is, Eltech…” Scratching his chin, Horn stepped forward, stared, and walked around the device.

"Do we need to calculate the weak points in the astral plane?"

“No need.” Sylph twirled the tail of the windmill. “It can be used simply by injecting mana and using a small ether pump to guide it.”

Do you guys know how this thing works?

"I don't know," Shilov shook her head.

What about its internal structure?

“I don’t know either.” Leonardo scratched his neck in frustration. “According to our tests, it’s just an ordinary golden crown, and it’s even solid inside.”

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Horn never imagined that such a large etheric spire could be condensed into such a small one.

Moreover, even the most intelligent people in the Holy Alliance couldn't find a way to create or replicate this miracle. By the time the Holy Mechanism Court could create it themselves, it would probably be the age of space.

Even with Horn's lifespan, he probably won't live to see it.

Wait a minute, Horn's thoughtful expression suddenly froze on his face, and he even trembled slightly, which was uncharacteristic of him.

Doesn't that mean—

"Is it essentially a mobile miniature ethereal spire?"

“Yes.” Shilov’s tail swept through the air with a series of whooshing sounds.

"Isn't that..."

“Yes.” Leonardo couldn’t help but laugh. “We’re already designing and preparing to create a small ether clock.”

In this way, although the etheric field that the crown may generate is small, it can still have the same effect as that within the Holy Regiment.

My divinely inspired Titan chariot is finally ready for the battlefield.

“Impossible,” Shilov interrupted immediately. “How many battles can a chariot costing ten thousand gold pounds fight? How do you calculate the depreciation? What about the mercury?”

"Uh--"

"Wait, wait, wait, do you mean that as long as we're inside this mobile ethereal clock, all those strange and wonderful miracles of the Holy Mechanism Court can be used normally?"

"Hmm." Sylph gracefully raised her chin and gave a proud hum.

"Great job, you did a good job." Horn picked up Sylph and spun her around twice in mid-air.

Compared to the wolf girl of the past, the current wolf girl is much more composed, after all, she has become desensitized.

They've already tried the more difficult moves.

If this were to succeed, aside from everything else, its battlefield performance alone would be phenomenal.

As long as its coverage area exceeds a radius of 3 kilometers, it is basically sufficient to cover a battlefield with a scale of 5 to 10 people.

On this battlefield, all sorts of strange and wonderful clockwork machines that can only be used in the Holy Mechanism Court can be used on the enemy.

However, after calming down, Horn realized that he had been too optimistic.

After all, many of the inventions of the Holy Machine Court were fancy and flashy, but very few could actually be used on the battlefield.

Although the Holy Alliance currently has the technological capability to manufacture and operate early locomotives, it does not mean that they can immediately start building tanks and aircraft.

There was a gap of several decades between the appearance of motorcycles and machine guns.

Unfortunately, there was only one, Horn couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Come to think of it, there are actually four of these things called Serfaye.

Following this line of reasoning, Horn roughly guessed that this was the origin of those giant infantrymen.

If the royal court had possessed this technology earlier, they would have attacked long ago.

It must have been after Serfaye came to power. Apart from his status as Lilith's chosen one, the biggest difference is that she received the Triple Crown and the Blood Grail.

The triple crown consists of the White Sun Crown, the Eternal Fire Crown, and the Plow and Sword Crown.

According to the Soridor clan, the Blood Grail is the Redmoth Crown.

The three crowns of the Empire: the Golden Harvest Crown of Fran, the Scales Crown of Leia, and the Thorn Crown of Norn.

Unfortunately, for Norn and Fran, their crowns were symbols of national legitimacy and heritage.

They will never hand it over unless we defeat them or capture them.

"It's so damn good."

"what did you say?"

“It’s nothing.” Horn shook his head in denial, then reached out to Leonardo, “Do you have the blueprints or renderings of that small ether clock? Let me see.”

Leonardo deftly pulled a roll of blueprints from the tube and handed it to Horn.

Horn picked up the blueprints, but he didn't really understand them either. However, he had knowledge from his previous life and could offer some "guidance".

Besides, can't he at least look at plums to quench his thirst?

But as he looked at it, Horn felt something was off.

"Is it just my imagination, or did you design it to be a brass throne?"

(End of this chapter)