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"I mean, I need to change the pattern and engraving. The material should be steel. I need two. One should be plated with a dark gold steel plating, and the other with a foreign iron plating. The foreign iron one should have a rose vine engraving, and the gold one should have a Renaissance engraving in relief... Oh, I'll find you a picture in a bit, and the text should be in Latin... I'll give you a dictionary in a bit."

"Ahem, I didn't call you here to order collectibles, but to see how the ammunition for this thing is made!" A slight vein bulged on his forehead. "Why are you acting like a child?"

"In this respect, men are boys until they die!" Old Xia said dismissively. "Alright, let me see their torchballs. And remember to make me a couple."

"Yes, yes, I will tell the court after the renovation plan is finalized."

"It has to be handmade by a master craftsman! Laser engraving is soulless!"

"Yes, yes, let's get to work, boss!" Nian was already quite helpless.

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"A pair of gold and silver guns, both exuding an air of romance and artistry. The gun barrels are engraved with the words 'Girls should learn to protect themselves - a gift from an artist of .45.' Nobody knows what .45 artist means. In any case, it's too much to give something like this as a coming-of-age gift to a young girl."

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Art of Modern Industry

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In Master Nian's workshop, "Holy Fire Ammunition... I've taken it apart." Old Xia carefully disassembled the ammunition. The bullet was an ordinary bullet, and the explosive was a pale golden liquid that seemed to contain trace amounts of Originium. The main components were industrial ketones and some unknown substances.

"Is there no primer?"

"Yes, this is it." Old Xia took out a small, thin slice.

"How are they planning to modify it?" "Power and controllability," Nian said, opening the customer's request list. "The power of the Sacred Flame ammunition is closely related to the individual's will, somewhat similar to the Lateran Etching Bullet, except that the Etching Bullet requires Originium Arts, while this requires pure willpower."

The powerful Inquisitor's torch could blow up half a street, while Elena might not even be able to penetrate a ship's planks.

"Hmm, it's probably related to the reaction rate. The stronger the nerve impulse, the bigger the sacred flame will be?" Old Xia fiddled with the components. "Then what about biological samples?"

"Here" is all the blood of the Iberian judges and a small amount of their tissues.

"I'll first selectively cultivate some neural structures, and then release nerve impulses through electrical stimulation, trying out different frequencies one by one."

"Take proper precautions during the experiment; if this thing explodes, it's no ordinary thing."

"Half a street, that's roughly half a kilogram to a kilogram, maybe two kilograms, it depends on how big the street is." If it's a street like Kazdel or Longmen Commercial Avenue, it might be several tens of kilograms. If it's an ordinary city thoroughfare, it might be a few kilograms. But if it's a Mediterranean-style street, half a kilogram is more than enough.

"It's a pity they didn't have any judges come, otherwise they could have helped test the maximum yield of this thing."

“I asked around, and it’s about a bit weaker than the most dangerous explosives you have.”

"A miniature nuclear bomb?" Old Xia's hand trembled.

"Metallic Hydrogen"

"Oh, that's alright. Maximum yield?"

"Yes, Saint Carmen helped with the test; it's roughly equivalent to the power of a 20-gram explosion of metallic hydrogen."

"So, about 500 to 600 grams of yield? Oh, it looks like the kind of yield found in Mediterranean alleys. That's the maximum yield. Do they mean to make a type of ammunition with a similar intensity to the Carmen nerve pulse, or...?" Old Xia thought this was barely acceptable.

"To be precise, you are required to make several specifications and powers to adapt to different environments and occasions. After all, skilled judges can control the power of the ammunition they fire with the original Sacred Flame ammunition." Nian was already disassembling the hand cannon, taking apart the barrel, acceleration coil, cylinder, trigger, and hammer one by one.

"I understand. Wait, there's a hammer. Is that gunpowder firing?"

"No, but it should be similar, some kind of chemical." Nian picked up the thin slice and licked it with his tongue. "Hmm, it kind of like..."

"Celluloid, nitrocellulose tablets, standard chemical propellants, but there is still a considerable amount of Originium content causing energy absorption." The dark gold color already indicates the problem.

"However, it seems that using the initial ignition to propel the ammunition into the acceleration coil, and then using this synthetic jade coil to amplify the Inquisitor's neural pulse for multiple accelerated firings, is still not a problem, just like the shotgun design concept over there."

After all, there will never be a shortage of people in this world who are bad at the game but love to play. They can't hit their prey with gunpowder rifles, and they are looked down upon with electromagnetic rifles and various sights. So this kind of gunpowder-induced electromagnetic acceleration device came into being.

“Now let’s start testing the frequency and intensity of the judge’s nerve impulses.” Old Xia took the ammunition, while Nian continued to study and improve the gun’s structure. “Don’t forget my custom collector’s edition.”

"Okay, okay." Nian waved his hand with a bit of a headache, fiddling with the mechanical parts in front of him, and even trying to melt and cast metal to make a new gun barrel.

The modification plan was completed in a short time. After all, to be honest, the technical content was not very high. Lao Xia simply increased the number of test samples to conduct multiple tests and quickly obtained the results.

Select the closest frequency, then conduct multiple rounds of testing according to the intensity gradient. The rest is handed over to Master Nian to design the process flow and optimize and reduce complex processing procedures to match Iberia's industrial capabilities.

"Is this the new ammunition?"

"Yes, I named them the Sacred Flame Bullets, from number one to seven. The smaller the number, the greater the power." After all, he needed to test the upper limit of the explosive power of this thing, and then subdivide it in half to establish a standard.

"What about your gun modifications?"

"Instead of using refractory steel, we used heterojunction and Argor alloy. These two materials are barely enough for them to process." Master Nian also completed the upgrade and modification project of the hand cannon.

"Because of the increased barrel strength, I lengthened the barrel and reduced the twist rate. Now the range and accuracy of the hand cannon have been significantly improved. It all depends on your ammunition."

"I've changed the firing mode to single/double action, and slightly enlarged the magazine to eight rounds. It can be flipped out to the side." Master Nian shook the hand cannon in his hand, and the cylinder automatically slid to one side. Then he loaded the ammunition that Lao Xia handed him one by one into it.

"Shall we begin the test?"

"Let's begin." The targets have been delivered. Several targets of different sizes are stacked together, made of gel and synthetic materials that simulate the strength and texture of Hai Si's body structure.

"However, does this also mean we can use this weapon?"

"Their destructive power against demons still needs to be tested, but we don't have their sacred fire recipe." Nian shook his head; the recipe for the Iberian Judgment Sacred Fire was top secret.

With a "click," a slender, pale thumb snapped the hammer open, aimed at the furthest target, and announced, "Let's begin!"

"Let's begin."

"Bang!" Gunfire illuminated the indoor shopping street filled with the smell of seawater and decay. The head of the sea monster that was rushing on all fours disappeared instantly. Then came the second shot. The monster that seemed to be crawling down the ceiling fell down. A silver sword light followed closely and tore the monster to pieces.

“It’s safe, we can rest now.” Elena wearily put down her weapon. Such intense fighting and the lack of safe rest stops on her journey were truly an ordeal for her.

The temporary rest camp was inside an Agor clothing store, where expensive clothes were haphazardly torn to shreds. Dr. Eddie, carrying a medical kit, was processing the scraps of cloth into bandages and throwing them into a pot of boiling water on the fire for high-temperature sterilization.

Kal'tsit used the cashier's counter as a testing table, fiddling with a bunch of bottles and jars, preparing simple medicines. They had used up almost all of their medical equipment, and the rest needed to be used sparingly.

"We're back. That clinic was a living hell," the Grand Inquisitor said, leading several agents in. "But doctor, can you tell if these medications are safe to use?"

"It's alright..." Even with Kal'tsit's constitution, she couldn't hide the weariness on her face. She picked up the medicine box, which was still stained with light blue blood, and examined it carefully. "It contains some medicines with a fairly long shelf life, especially the anti-inflammatory drugs and hemostatic drugs that we need the most."

"But we're running low on ammunition." W was peeling potatoes with a knife, the ground littered with potato peels. He had picked up these potatoes while passing by a hydroponic workshop, since food rations needed to be conserved.

The city of Agor hasn't been in existence for very long, and there are still plenty of automated machines and food. However, once you get to the real lair of the Sea Kings, if you don't want to eat the Terrorfish and the Sea Monsters, then conserving food as much as possible is the key.

“I have prepared as much ammunition as possible, but, judges, you should use your special ammunition sparingly.”

“…Hmm…” Even the Grand Inquisitor could not avoid such a serious question.

“Here you go. This pistol is made with our technology. It may not be as powerful as your weapons, but it’s much more efficient than your sword.” W tossed a nearly new pistol to Elena.

"We're using electromagnetic projectiles, which are purely kinetic energy attacks. They're not very effective against Hai Si, so you'd better aim carefully, or use them in conjunction with your hand cannon." All of the team's Sacred Flame ammunition was concentrated in Eline's hands, including the ammunition and supplies that W's second squad brought when they came to reinforce.

When they realized that their supplies and resources would not last long enough to reach the experimental zone, Kal'tsit called for reinforcements. W and the others, who had been on standby, entered the city of Agor using the recovered diving spheres. However, they had clearly underestimated the number of sea monsters in the commercial district, resulting in them not being able to replenish much of their supplies after regrouping.

The only advantage was that with enough manpower, a small team could be sent out to scavenge various shops in the commercial district and they managed to find some usable supplies. However, the Inquisitor's ammunition was almost impossible to replenish, and it just so happened that this stuff was very lethal to the sea monster.

"Have something to eat and rest. Hai Si's activities are very frequent at night, so it's best if we set off during the day."

Do the ocean floors experience day and night?

“Yes, at least the glow of the dome changes according to the alternation of day and night,” Kal'tsit explained. “Sea monsters are relatively sensitive to sunlight. This sensitivity doesn’t mean they are afraid of sunlight, but rather that they try to avoid being in the bright sun, just like humans are not used to moving around in the dark.”

“I’ll take the night watch tonight,” W said, fiddling with the knife in his hand. “Don’t worry about me putting bombs in your beds; I don’t do that kind of thing anymore.” So that’s what he used to do all the time.

Kazdel, the experimental firing range, was littered with targets lying haphazardly, their edges still bearing traces of pale golden flames of judgment.

"It feels slightly less powerful than the same standard, but it should be more effortless and controllable," Nian summarized. "However, its penetrating power and penetration are higher. Considering that it explodes inside the sea monster, its actual lethality may be even higher."

"You just tested the No. 7 Holy Flame Bullet, why don't you try the No. 1 bullet?" Old Xia took out new ammunition, opened the cylinder, and emptied all the cartridge cases inside. These cartridge cases were made of heterogeneous iron and had a deep blue color. The nerve bullet was made of crimson synthetic jade, which looked very unique.

"Let's begin!" The gun was pointed at the wreckage of the targets. "Bang!"

"Boom!" Golden flames of judgment spread and exploded within the building. The young judge burst through the flames, a strong wind stirring the fire, and golden fiery wings seemed to unfurl behind her. "Die!"

The rapier plunged deep into the throat of the Deepsea Cultist before him. Using the rapier to immobilize himself on this highly mutated monster, the Inquisitor shoved another electromagnetic pistol into the gaping maw filled with swirling, sharp teeth. "Repent for those you have harmed, monster!"

The trigger was pulled, and all 12 rounds of ammunition were emptied in an instant, making a clicking sound as the tall Deep Sea Cultist slowly collapsed to the ground.

On the other side, the Grand Inquisitor's battle had also ended, surrounded by burning corpses. "Well coordinated," W said, tossing bombs up and down. Using bombs to amplify the power of the Sacred Flame was indeed effective.

"Huff...huff..." Elene gasped for breath, supporting her knees. It was another tough battle, and another team member had been lost. A Rhodes Island operator had been pierced in the abdomen by a makeshift javelin thrown by a Deepsea Cultist and had fallen into the Netherworld. Now the wound was severely infected, and Agor's anti-inflammatory drugs were completely ineffective. Moreover, surgery and long-term recuperation were impossible in this environment.

“No…no need, Doctor,” the operator said, looking at Eddie who was still trying to save him. “You can’t save him like this.” Kal’tsit finally pulled her hand out from under her clothes and pointed the small silver pistol at the operator on the ground. “Do you have any wishes?”

"No, no, don't let my..."

"They'll never know, rest in peace." *Bang!*

"What are you doing!?"

“End his suffering,” Kal'tsit said calmly and coldly. “I will tell his family that he went on a business trip, and then tell them the truth at a suitable time, or just leave it at that.”

“Listen, newbie,” Kal’tsit said, looking at Eddie, who was still suppressing his anger. “It’s not that I’m indifferent to life, but I have to be responsible for the people who are still alive. Do you understand? You can’t save him, you can’t end his suffering, and you can’t let us stay here until he dies naturally. Or do you think we should leave him here alone to face the horror of death and the devouring of sea monsters?”

"I...I understand," Eddie said dejectedly, lowering his hand. "I'll do my best."

“That’s good.” Kal’tsit crouched down and took the dog tag and personal belongings from the deceased, placing them in a small box. “M3” Flames engulfed the corpse, burning it along with the spreading Netherworld Mark.

After a brief moment of mourning, the group continued through the commercial district. Next, they would face an administrative district with perhaps fewer sea monsters, but certainly a large number of deep-sea cultists and mutated monsters, as well as another sophisticated industrial district.

On this long journey, everyone's spirit and physical strength were pushed to the limit, but according to the map given by Goredia...

After entering the administrative district, you should be able to find Agor's shelter. In that case, everyone can rest and recuperate in the relatively safe shelter for a period of time to restore their strength and energy. Some of the more seriously injured who are still able to move on their own can also be settled down to recuperate.

“Rookie, I know how you feel, but don’t forget that every day, every minute, deep-sea hunters are fighting to protect our escape route. Your compatriots are bleeding every moment for this. We have no time for sentimentality.”

The Grand Inquisitor approached Eddie and said that there were quite a few people like this in the ranks of the Inquisitors, but they were often struck down by the harsh reality and ended up like this.

“I know, it’s just not very pleasant.” “Then try to accept it slowly.” The Grand Inquisitor patted the young Agor man on the shoulder.

After entering the administrative district, the number of high-rise buildings became sparser, and the streets still showed the bunkers and war machines left by the Agor Guard, as well as a large number of corpses and denser smog than anywhere else.

These dark blue marks corroded every piece of equipment, leaving unsightly marks. "They killed thousands of monsters and terror fish, but in the end, they were outnumbered." Kal'tsit silently watched the broken street barricades and defenses. "The terror fish and sea monsters bypassed them through the houses and sewer system, and attacks from behind and above instantly killed them."

"Do you need to pay tribute to the fallen heroes here?"

“No, it’s not necessary.” Eddie glanced at the skeletons encased in protective gear. “That’s not what they need.”

“Very good, you look like a qualified soldier now.” The Grand Judge nodded. “The best way to remember your comrades is through fighting and battle. Of course, you lack the ability to fight, so taking good care of every wounded soldier is your battle.”

"Alright, judges, evil is coming at us!" The Grand Judge's longsword was almost corroded beyond recognition by the sea monster's bodily fluids, so he replaced it with an ill-fitting Agor broadsword picked up from the corpse.