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Because firing projectiles from high altitudes reduces chamber pressure or firing power, Terra's current alloys, capacitors, and pressurization technology are barely sufficient to make it work. However, the aircraft's large hull and external charging system, which utilizes high-altitude, high-energy cloud energy, allow it to function.

With the removal of the weight of wet components such as weapon tower heating systems and blade coolers, the aircraft is also smaller, resulting in a much lower pressure on flight power. Furthermore, the enhanced control and navigation towers extend the control range to a radius of 60 kilometers when used by warlocks, which is barely sufficient for combat within a 120-kilometer diameter area.

If airborne command and control relay is used, the control radius can be extended by a total of 35 kilometers twice. This means that the maximum strike range of this carrier-based aircraft exceeds 140 kilometers, which is beyond the range of most anti-ship weapons for the Terrans.

Kazdel, Aviation Research Institute, “What are you talking about? Don’t you know she’s my sister?” Nian’s eyebrows furrowed, looking furious.

"But wasn't this your recommendation?" the doctor said calmly.

"You've misunderstood. What I mean is, she's my dear sister, my own flesh and blood!" Nian spat out each word through her teeth, "It costs extra!"

Xi, the maintenance matrix of the Ark Matrix's nervous system, is responsible for maintaining the mental state of everyone and is also the builder of the Ark's virtual learning space, although it has now become a place for playing house. However, it can still fulfill its original function.

For training pilots, and most importantly, she possesses the technology to extend the range of a warlock's mental control and to shorten the natural learning time of flight control programs. Of course, besides these, she has a whole host of other abilities.

Illusion technology and mental buffer technology are both beneficial to the "Death Knight" attack aircraft currently under development. Illusion technology can greatly reduce the difficulty of this super-large attack aircraft breaking through defenses, while mental buffer technology can stabilize the warlock's control state and prevent them from crashing the aircraft due to biological instinct when dealing with attacks.

The larger the aircraft, the more sensors it has, the more precise the control, and the more sorcerers are needed, resulting in increasingly acute perception and a more immersive experience for them.

Unless mechanical wire control is used, but the problem is that a wire aircraft... must be made thin and small, then the heavy Originium engine cannot be squeezed in.

The brutal arc jet engine would directly blast the aircraft apart, and an aircraft capable of carrying both of these engines usable in Terra would be... incredibly heavy.

For example, the War Knight, which is currently undergoing test flights, weighs over 120 tons, has more than 30 aerodynamic surfaces, four propulsion engines, and six multi-vector stabilizers. You can't possibly control it with steel cables.

As for hydraulic power-assisted fly-by-wire flight control, Lao Xia has the chips and programming software, but he doesn't know how to write flight control programs. And no one at Terra knows how to write them either, so this is a very serious matter.

The only way is to use biochip matrices for big data learning, but to learn, they need to keep flying and testing, but the problem is that they don't have that much time or planes to give these biochip matrices to learn.

Ultimately, Nian set her sights on Xi. Her Scroll World was the best place for biological matrix flight control training. Once trained and the program calibrated and debugged, autonomous large attack aircraft could be produced.

No more worrying about warlocks making coordination mistakes when facing anti-aircraft fire, causing this expensive equipment to be thrown to the ground.

Moreover, after removing the mind control components of those warlocks, other spell modules can be installed, such as Xi's "Illusion" technology component.

It forms an illusion using Originium particles that can move, defend, and even attack. Of course, it can only deal magic damage, and because it is just a shaped cluster of Originium particles, its resistance to magic is incredibly strong.

Of course, without the support of the Starship's matrix, this level of strength cannot be achieved, but it is sufficient as long as it can be formed to accompany movement and be displayed on the Originium Radar controlled by the warlock.

"I'm willing to pay more, but can you guarantee you'll bring them over?"

“Absolutely no problem!” Nian gave a thumbs up, indicating that he would take care of the matter. “Okay!” the doctor agreed.

A few days later, on another occasion, Ling listened to Nian's explanation with her chin resting on her hand. "I don't think that's right. No matter what, you are all my sisters. You're all my flesh and blood. How can I betray her for such a small benefit?"

"This isn't a trap, it's clearly to get her out of the house and see more of the world!" Nian put a bottle of wine on the table, and Ling grabbed it, unscrewed it, and sniffed it. "Not bad, good wine. She's your own sister, and also my sister. Do you think you can bribe me with something like this?" Ling thought for a moment and added, "You'll have to pay more!"

Only she could catch Xi, because only she could ignore Xi's illusions and directly enter the place where she was hiding.

Since the successful completion of the Abaddon-class design, the shipyard has gradually increased its speed, and the scale of the ship graveyard in the wilderness has been rapidly shrinking. Every day, the noise of sledgehammers smashing steel blocks and cutting can be heard.

The first batch of crops on the farm outside the factory finally grew normally, which was even more gratifying than the factory resuming production. This meant that at least part of the food supply could be self-sufficient.

With the famine of the Great Yan Dynasty over, the imperial court began to have different ideas about the shipyard and wanted to take it back.

However, he couldn't find a good excuse, and recent friction incidents have gradually increased. Some sons of officials even asked to invest and plant scoundrels to cause trouble, but Old Xia rejected them all outright. He didn't care at all.

His security department and Kazdel's intelligence department responded by simply issuing legitimate and reasonable official statements.

If anyone tries to cause trouble, we'll confront them with pure violence. After delivering a few rounds of lavish gifts, no one will dare to cause any more trouble.

At the very least, local officials chose to remain neutral and mediate instead of taking matters into their own hands. They didn't care which high-ranking official's son or nephew you were; if you wanted to deal with these hostile guests, you should do it yourself. At worst, you could just resign and go home. At least you still had your life. If you followed these princes and caused trouble, your whole family would probably become rich and powerful—who's the fool who would die to make money for others?

"This is all the evidence of the crime. What should we do with that person? Should we release him or bury him, as usual?"

Having completely turned to evil, An Suo banged on the table and pushed a file folder across to them. The black-clad guard opposite him was silent for a moment before saying, "Release the person, we'll take over..."

"Okay, don't come again. There might not be any survivors next time. We gave them special instructions this time, and one person still died." An Suo sighed. What kind of trash are these spoiled brats? Don't they have brains?

Learn from their brothers how it's so much better to sit in the capital and order others around, instead of coming here to die in person—do they really think all the Sarkaz on our side are good people?

Use your brain! What are you talking about rules and etiquette with a bunch of guys who were pure bandits two years ago? You just brazenly stay in a hotel run by them. Aren't you just waiting to be ambushed by dozens of masked men that very night?

However, the emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty was also happy to see this, because he held a lot of dirt and evidence against high-ranking officials. Whenever necessary, he could use it to punish these people and make them obey. Compared to the imperial power of a country, the success of a shipyard was just a drop in the ocean.

"Release them, hand them over to these dark-skinned guys..." An Su waved his hand somewhat listlessly, indicating that the security department should release the people. The shipyard's security department was not what it used to be.

With light and heavy weapons and powered armor all readily available, these spoiled brats, who must have heard some bizarre news in the capital city thousands of miles away, actually dared to come and personally oversee things, even gathering men to cause trouble—and were all taken down by a single charge from the Sarkaz cavalry hired by the factory.

The unfortunate fellow immediately soiled himself. There was no way around it; anyone who saw their hired thugs shout a few words, then the gate opened and a group of warhorses weighing nearly a ton, riding heavily armored vehicles, charged out without even using weapons, trampling half of them to death with their hooves, would be terrified.

Especially those who were trampled to death or bruised to death, they were truly crushed into a bloody pulp. And the most heinous criminals who were captured, after a referendum that was quite modern in style, more than half of the local villagers thought they deserved to die, so they used the traditional Sarkaz execution method—wrapping them in blankets and trampling them into a bloody pulp on horseback—and inviting the prisoners who did not deserve to die to watch the whole process.

They'll probably have nightmares for years to come after they get home. The good thing is, no matter how much money those rich kids throw around, no bandits or thugs will dare to try and make money off them. The way they died was too horrific. The sound of a living person being crushed bit by bit, the sound of bones breaking, the wet, sloshing sound of flesh and blood being stirred like wet mud, was enough to make them lose control of their bladder just thinking about it.

During interrogation, they told everything without the slightest resistance, which made the investigation, which had initially thought it would take some effort to obtain information, quite boring. Couldn't you all be a little tougher? Give us some of the fun of outsmarting each other. What's the point of you just spilling the beans like this?

"Speaking of which, how is things going with the Great Yan court?"

"Who knew that the cabinet has been changing more frequently these past few days than clothes? I can't even remember who the last prime minister was."

The main problem was the secret investigations. There was too much evidence against them, and it was too serious. The emperor had just replaced them with someone he thought he could trust when he suddenly received a thick stack of evidence from the Black Guards. Many of the evidences in the stacks crossed the emperor's bottom line, so he had no choice but to dismiss and replace them again.

He was actually prepared that officials with blemishes weren't necessarily unusable, as long as it didn't involve matters of principle.

As for common corrupt practices such as smuggling, bullying men and women, and land annexation, he could turn a blind eye to them—but reselling military supplies and turning military factories and barracks into private property was going too far.

If you can grit your teeth and give them a warning, then turning soldiers into your own slaves is intolerable. What exactly do you want to do by turning the army into your slaves?

Of course, for these people, the soldiers were originally the officers' slaves and tenants, so it wasn't a problem for them to become their free long-term laborers and slaves. They could even act as thugs to collect rent.

However, in the emperor's eyes, this matter was a completely different matter. Not to mention that the Ministry of War would absolutely not admit that these were all old, weak, sick, disabled, and conscripted men. Nonsense, then you would have to explain to the emperor where his regular army recruits went, which would be a story of your whole family dying.

Therefore, they could only insist that the decline of local military affairs was due to this reason, since their crimes and deeds had not been exposed, but the deeds of these unfortunate men had been exposed.

In the emperor's court, this turned into these powerful and elite soldiers being replaced by the old, weak, and disabled, while the elite soldiers were taken in as household slaves.

Ironically, their household servants were not lacking in strong men with weapons and crossbows—this made the matter even more difficult to explain.

“Tell your superiors that they can have more intelligence, and even evidence of crimes…” An Suo thought for a moment and said, “But…” “What?” the silent Black Guard asked.

"You need to pay more!"

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Knight Who Blows the Trumpet

Chapter 62

"What you said makes a lot of sense," the black-haired girl nodded, then said firmly, "But I refuse..."

"Why? Sister, I've already given my guarantee," Ling tried to persuade her again.

“Perhaps you think they are hope, but I don’t think so. Back then, we also thought that the Great Yan was hope. We forged weapons for them and created blades to kill gods. And what was the result?” Xi was a pessimist.

"Therefore, I will no longer forge blades for anyone. If they truly have hope, they should find a way to create their own path instead of continuing to cling to us old fogies."

“You’re quite right, but…” Ling paused for a moment, “We can’t see the future of humanity. If we stop moving forward just because we can’t see the road ahead, wouldn’t we have lived these years in vain?”

"Even if that road might be another fork in the road?"

"That's a good thing too." Ling took a sip of wine, a blush rising to his cheeks. "We've eliminated a mistake, isn't that a good thing?"

"Then why did you hide in Shangshu before?" Xi's gaze suddenly sharpened. This was normal for her, because she was the one who craved change and was always out and about, doing who knows how much real work she had done.

But she was indeed trying things out one by one, but it's not very convincing for this drunkard hiding in Shangshu to say that.

"Was that hiding?" Ling roared angrily. "I only rested for a while. Besides, didn't I travel all over the Great Yan before that, and even fought on the border?"

"Uh..." Xi really wanted to complain, "Your break time after get off work is way too long, isn't it?"

“I won’t help them, but if they want to use my painting, then so be it.” Xi handed over a transparent crystal. “I’ll only guide them into the painting; the rest is their problem.”

"Da Yan Shipyard, so you made a special trip but didn't bring her back by kidnapping?" Ling smiled and raised the wine pot. "No matter what, she's a sister. How could I kidnap her? Besides, forced love is never sweet."

"But it quenches thirst, and regardless of whether you win someone's heart, it captivates them first!" The argument began to erupt.

"Smack!" Ling tapped her with her tail. "Don't say things like that. You should be grateful that Xi has given you part of her painting ability. Besides, you don't need the other functions, do you?" Indeed, if it's just a place for mechanical learning, it's enough.

"Is this what you meant by sending it into the painting?" Xi had thought of many things, including the other party sending in a large number of soldiers to train as pilots or aviation sorcerers, or researchers to conduct research here, using her illusion and painting abilities to create powerful equipment, but she never expected that what would be sent in was a large number of square boxes.

"what is this?"

"Brain chip..."

"Human?" Xi's hand trembled suddenly.

"Pigs..." Pigs are close to primates and are one of the animals that can be tested with a mirror. Compared to chimpanzees, they are easier to raise, have a shorter growth cycle, and most importantly, after the brain is removed, the remaining part is not wasted.

The life and body of a pig are arranged by humans in a clear and orderly manner. The only drawback is that it deprives some people of the joy of eating pig brains in hot pot, including the Year of the Pig.

"Pig?" Xi looked puzzled. Why bring in pig brains? To research a new pig farming industry chain?

By the way, brain chips, brain chips made from pig brains—if we have this technology, why do we still need our own scroll painting technology?

"The server installation is complete. Next, we will send it into the spacecraft."

"You've already built your aircraft?" Because Reiwa had asked her to assist in building a new type of warplane, she had refused without hesitation. Now, she's saying their aircraft is already built, so what's the point of her going to be involved?

"I already said it, I'm making flight controllers."

"Flight control program? What does that have to do with my entry into the frame?"

"Yes, because none of us know how to write flight control, so..." So, you are now a fully-fledged fighter jet, and you should learn how to fly on your own.

Like an enlarged version of the B2 War Knight, the engineers were sent into the world of the painting. They worked for a long time, installing various control hardware and spell devices one by one. The calibration process of operating the Terran wetware effect with the pig brain as the core was extremely SAN-intensive.

Those things that wriggled in the artificial blood like tumors immediately reminded people of evil spirits.

"You've brought demons in!!" Xi was shocked. These guys were incredibly audacious.

"It's not a demon, it's... uh, a spell neuroma." With the further development of the wet system, Old Xia's biological laboratory's dissection and research results on the Terrans no longer needed to clone biological tissues, but instead understood some of the underlying principles and laws of Terrans' Originium Arts.

This creates a directional, spell-based neuroma, a specialized organ capable only of releasing spells. Theoretically, it could even be implanted into the human body, becoming a warlock's second set of Originium Arts. However, it is merely a functional organ; the control organs are those processed pig brain chips.

"Are you preparing to create artificial demons?"

"Who knows? We can't just stand by and watch, can we?" Ling continued drinking nonchalantly, watching the engineers busy at work.

"Xi, can you record your current state?"

"Okay, then what?"

"Then it began to fly." The things in the scroll could be real or fake. But damaged things, dead things, were truly dead, and Xi could not bring them back to life.

"To correct you, this isn't a pig's brain, it's a golden eagle's, a bird's brain chip. Its neural impulses have been calibrated, and now we're going to teach this big bird to fly."

The pig brain chip is an auxiliary computer, while the bird brain chip is the main control computer. However, without flight control software, the neural impulses need to be calibrated and mapped bit by bit.