After Becoming The Tyrant

Since March, many people have noticed a disturbing phenomenon: the gunpowder craftsmen, blacksmiths, and military designers around them will suddenly be picked up by a carriage with rose patterns in the early morning of a certain day, and then go back to It did not appear in front of their eyes.

If it weren't for their family members who could still receive a letter every two weeks, people would almost think that they collectively offended the king and were pushed to the guillotine.

Saige's husband is a military designer who was transferred away. After worrying at the beginning, she gradually got used to the fact that her husband didn't know where to work.Anyway, I can receive letters from my husband every two weeks, and my husband has an income of one pound a month-this is not a small sum.

You must know that her husband's annual income is only ten pounds under normal circumstances! [1]

This made some wives complain about their useless husbands: "Why did I marry such a worthless guy like you! Why couldn't you be chosen by the king like Saige's husband!"

So, I don't know when it started, blacksmiths, gunpowder craftsmen and military designers began to look forward to it, hoping that one day, a carriage with a rose pattern would stop at their doorstep.

The overseas spies in Legrand were very puzzled:

The number of gunpowder artisans, blacksmiths, and military artisans recruited by Purlin I is enough to prepare for several wars, but the devil is that no matter how hard they try to inquire and snoop, they can't find out what Legrand's "military heavy industry department" is. Where.

Over time, this has become an unsolved mystery in the eyes of Legrand's overseas spies. Some people even privately speculate whether Legrand has reached some terrible agreement with evil creatures. He took it as a sacrifice

And the "Legrand No. [-] Military Heavy Industry Department", which the overseas spies tried their best to find no trace, was officially completed in less than two weeks.

I have to say that the undead skeletons are definitely the best construction team in the world. There are so many of them, they don't need to rest, they don't need wages, they work day and night, and the progress of the construction is almost the same every day.Moreover, their inhuman nature—the ability to fall apart and put back together again—allows them to do many things that human craftsmen cannot.

For example: Four skulls work together to bite the same stone slab and fly into the air, quickly building a dome...

In just two weeks, the architects at the Mad Science Academy found themselves finally with their first satisfactory construction crew.The skeletons absolutely obeyed all his requirements, and all the houses in the heavy industry base were neat and square.After the construction of the base was completed, when the skeleton team was handed over to the chemist brothers, the architect was particularly reluctant to part with it.

The skeletons are also very reluctant to part with their "contractor" Mr. Architect.

Sleeping for so long!It was the first time someone cared about whether their bones were intact, and it was the first time someone used iron nails to repair their damaged bones...

The Rogers brothers fell silent after Skeleton Squad Leader, who was shaving his face with his palm bones, asked why they were inseparable.

——Should I tell these straightforward Mr. Skeletons that the architect is actually obsessive-compulsive, and he doesn't care about it, but can't stand the incomplete skeletons dangling in front of his eyes...

After the completion of the heavy industry base, the military industry officially began to operate.

After the initial shocking period, the artisans gradually discovered:

This hell is really a huge treasure trove that has not been developed.

Here are the oldest rocks, where the veins are quietly buried, undiscovered.The only problem is that the rock formations in hell are harder than the rock formations in the world.Fortunately, it is the powerful skeletons, not humans, who are responsible for the mining. They only need to be responsible for the exploration and design of the mining project.

A huge blast furnace was erected on the banks of the river of the dead.

At the beginning, the blacksmiths felt that their apprentices did not come in together, and it was difficult to complete the heavy blacksmithing process alone.But soon, they found that they had [-] times better assistants than apprentices who thought about being lazy all day long.

In the previous industrial base construction and ore mining, a group of skeletons looked particularly pitiful.They don't look like humans, but are transformed from magma lizards. Their short limbs make it difficult to perform tasks that require more dexterity.But to the blacksmiths, they were downright cute!

"Gella! Make it hotter!"

A bare-chested blacksmith yelled, waving the hammer in his hand and beating it again and again.

A skeleton lizard next to him raised its head halfway. Hearing his words, it opened its mouth, and a ball of fire flew into the furnace.

"Good job!"

The blacksmith praised loudly.

The skeleton lizard he named "Gera" flicked its long, bony tail happily.If you ignore its ferocious shape, this action is actually quite like a praised puppy.

The blacksmith couldn't help but took the time to pat its flat skull, thinking in his heart that he might as well expel his own apprentice in the world, since the boy pulling a bellows would be like being hollowed out by the lady of the Moulin Rouge.

Rumbling--

The sound of the explosion came from a distance, and the blacksmith was used to it, so he continued to swing the hammer.To the left of the cast iron department is the Gunpowder Test Base, which is never quiet these days.

"Thank you Captain Tom."

The blacksmith grumbled.

Tom is the person in charge of their iron-making department. Thanks to Tom and other department heads for their hard work, the group of explosive madmen finally missed their night break.

They don't want to be woken up suddenly by the sound of an explosion when they go to bed at night!

In fact, the blacksmiths privately nicknamed the people in the Gunpowder Research Department "Explosive Maniacs", and the two Rogers brothers are well-deserved "Captain Explosives".

The two Rogers brothers, the dean of the Academy of Mad Science, had to explode even if they almost killed themselves when there was not enough space, not to mention that they had such a large piece of hell to toss at the moment.Under the leadership of the "Explosive Captain", the gunpowder craftsmen experimented with gunpowder of different proportions and formulas one by one, just like setting off fireworks.

The person in charge of recording the data for them was the royal recorder selected by the king. The poor little white-faced civil servant was trembling from the beginning, and now he is fluttering the quill in his hand expressionlessly.

"A group, experimental items: effective distance, explosion strength..."

"Group two, experimental items: different proportions, saltpeter concentration 60.00% six..."

"Three groups, experimental items..."

Long, long, long.

Amid high or low explosion sounds, the special black stones used to test the power of explosive gunpowder on the proving ground shattered piece by piece.

On one side, Bran, who smelled of gunpowder, recorded their experimental results on paper with his black hands:

"...The proportion of saltpeter in military gunpowder should be stabilized at about 75%, the proportion of other components sulfur is 10%, and charcoal is 15%. Can produce powerful gases in the range of two hundred to three hundred cubic meters[2100]..."

"...Gunpowder with a low saltpeter ratio formula is suitable for mining, fireworks, etc."

"I think it's better to use different powders for different firearms..."

While the experiment was going well, a new conflict arose between the Gunpowder Research Department and the military designer.

"I said it! The power of artillery is not limited to the power of explosion! It also has stability! Stability! The power of gunpowder is too strong for the barrel to bear, and it explodes directly. Are you going to bomb others or yourself with this artillery!" Military The head of the design department, a young Mr. Lauer, confronted Milley angrily.

"That's something you should solve!"

Miley choked back without hesitation.

"We have solved the problem of the power of the explosives. If we can't bear its strength, that's your designer's problem!"

"We've thickened the chamber walls![3]"

Mr. Lauer was so mad at Millie that his face was flushed and he yelled angrily.

"It turns out that the only thing you can do is thicken the iron?" Malley sneered, and he patted his draft paper, "At your level, you are only worthy of having a guillotine."

Millie dropped the new gunpowder and walked away, leaving the designers of the Military Design Department on their knees.

"They are the ones who study gunpowder! What do they know about cannons!"

A military designer slapped the table and cursed angrily.

"What are you yelling about! Don't you feel ashamed enough?" Raul gritted his teeth, "Wrought iron, cast copper... try any materials, let me experiment with any new ideas... Fuck, a gunpowder smelter actually came to criticize We can't design!"

Under the leadership of the young minister, a group of designers rushed out of the office with their arms and sleeves rolled up, and flocked to the cast iron department.

The blacksmiths struck iron rhythmically, determined not to participate in the competition of this group of lunatics.

The entire military heavy industry department can be described as flying like chickens and dogs.

Raven Crow stood on the castle, facing the bustling hell, moved to tears.

"idiot……"

The devil cast a weak glance at Meng La who didn't feel anything wrong at all, and cursed in a low voice.

He sat on the spire of Blackstone Castle, holding the bone scepter, and habitually blocked the next prying eyes from the lords of other territories in hell.

An invisible barrier encloses the king's arsenal: prying eyes are forbidden here.

In fact, the devil never thought that he would not even allow prying eyes. He wanted to let other guys in hell know that this place had recovered.

But, it's really... alas! !Which hell lord has a territory like his majesty?The army of death in hell and the workers of human beings call each other brothers and sisters. Do you want to spread the face of hell?

His Majesty is really good at giving him difficult problems.

Thinking about it, the devil raised the bone scepter again, and casually pointed it in one direction.

Several hideous bolts of lightning flashed across the dark red sky and fell into a dark abyss.In the abyss, an ancient being snorted, and couldn't help cursing that damn lunatic for how he became sicker recently.

………………

When the hell military factory was on the right track, the Rose Palace.

After reading the letter from hell, the king rejected the design department's request to let him declare that the guillotine is superior to the fire rack, and at the same time affirmed their attitude of experimenting with various designs.

The Chief of Internal Affairs looked at the king reviewing the letters from hell, and thought sadly, it's over, from now on, Legrand will be reduced to a sea of ​​lunatics step by step...

He imagined the scene where Legrand was dominated by neurosis from top to bottom, and reported to the king with sympathy: "The astrologers have arrived."