After hearing Schliemann's story, Apton was so shocked that he didn't even hear Walter's call to take over.
It wasn't until Schliemann stabbed him several times that he reacted and ran towards the furnace.
As he stepped on the bellows, he swore secretly in his heart.
"Schliemann must not be allowed to return to his world. I want him to help me rule the entire world!"
Guessing that the temperature was about the same, Schliemann began to dig a hole next to the discharge port.
He put the mold into the nearly one-meter deep pit, filled it with some soil, kept the mold upright, and aligned the small hole above the mold with the outlet.
"Ok?"
"Okay! Open it!"
The discharge port was opened by Apton, and the hot white molten iron was poured on the mold. Schliemann, wearing two big gloves, quickly adjusted the position of the mold, and the molten iron poured into the mold along the small hole.
The small hole on the other side spurted hot air, and eventually the hot air turned into the same hot white molten iron.
"Okay, okay! Stop, stop, stop!"
Ampton closed the outlet, and Schliemann collapsed to the ground.
"finally……"
"It's not over yet!"
"Isn't it over yet?"
"No, it needs to be polished after cooling. After polishing, it needs to be tested. How far to hit the enemy and how big a medicine pack to use need to be determined and packed.
The most important thing is to teach the crew to use it... I can't be a captain and an artilleryman at the same time. "
"Yes, you can also teach me."
Schliemann rolled his eyes. Ampton had to learn his technique thoroughly before he could finish it.
"It's broken...I forgot about it for Selu. She should have finished carving the cannon body a long time ago, right?"
The two ran to Selu and saw Selu, who was holding the wax pillar and looking at it on tiptoe.
"Oh, just call me when you're done."
Selu didn't speak, but moved the hair on her cheek that was blown into her mouth by the wind.
There was a sudden thought in his heart. He knew what it felt like. It felt like what his father, John, had felt when he first met his mother under the tree.
Schliemann carefully inspected the wax model of the cannon. He found that the one made by Selu was much more detailed than the one he made, and even had patterns on the ring.
"How did you make it so detailed?"
Sai Lu groaned for a long time and said: "It is wax... it will be much easier to carve after heating the knife."
Schliemann slapped his forehead and couldn't imagine how stupid he would look in Selu's eyes after tinkering for several hours yesterday.
"Hey, Ampton, I'll give you a chance to practice, and you'll be the one to make the second cannon. How about that?"
"Isn't this first cannon finished yet? Those polishing and other processes..."
"After the second cannon is ready, we can do the rest of the process together."
"good."
The reason why Schliemann gave Ampton a chance to practice was because he was lazy.
The training of the crew is still going on. Ampton and his crew are busy forging cannons with Selu, and Poonan is busy making arrangements for the Temple of the Twin Gods.
Everyone was busy except Schliemann.
Schliemann was nesting in the suite on the second floor of the Lord's Castle, studying the leaf pendant.
With no clue, he was forced to recall his experience in the blue sea. Wails, curses, and curses appeared in his memories. He stopped exploring the memories and retreated.
Don't dare to think about it, Schliemann doesn't dare to think about it at all.
He sighed, threw the two pendants on the table, and reached out to grab the heavy sword.
In return for teaching small-caliber artillery making skills, Apton taught Schliemann a few sword skills with the epee. He suddenly became serious and asked Schlieman to practice more frequently like a harsh teacher.
Schliemann's mind was in a mess and he planned to practice epee for a while to clear his mind.
A beginner who has no foundation often starts practicing with a wooden sword. The purpose of this is not to be afraid that the beginner will hurt someone, but to be afraid that the beginner will hurt himself.
Not surprisingly, Schliemann succeeded in hurting himself twice.
Seeing the sword slashing towards his thigh uncontrollably, he quickly used his other hand, but he missed the grip and caught the sword above the grid.
The old blacksmith was also honest. He heard that this was the epee that the Twin Gods would use. He worked tirelessly to polish the epee to a level that no epee should have, but such a sharpness cut him. The twin gods in my heart.
Schliemann looked at the not deep but long wound on his palm and gritted his teeth.
"Made...I think it's better to forget it...at worst, I'll get two more guns."
He muttered as he bandaged the wound and sat down at the table. After bandaging the wound, he grabbed the two leaf pendants.
At this moment, Schliemann saw memories that were not his own.
Under his gaze, all living beings began to go crazy, grinning and attacking each other. The village burned in blazing fire, reflecting the distant scene in the darkness.
In the distance, several tall but dead branches-like figures were walking. They grabbed the running people and threw them into their mouths with their twisted arms.
"You betrayed me first, right!? Hahahaha, go to hell!"
"Why do the crops in your fields grow so well? Why do you!?"
"You are so beautiful, why are you pretending to be innocent! Why do you ignore my love? Why?"
"..."
People were blaming each other, grinning and attacking each other with whatever they could use. If they didn't have anything to take, they would hit each other with their fists and bite with their teeth.
Those who were attacked also fought back with a ferocious smile. They gradually became entangled, twisted, deformed, and merged into a black sticky object. After a while of tossing, the object got up and walked away on its long legs with four joints. .
On its body, large pieces of black goo peeled off, and they soon became as skinny as firewood.
But that doesn’t stop them from spreading fear.
The tall body turned the wooden house into ruins with a wave of his hand. It carefully picked up the person hiding in the wooden house as if tasting delicious food and threw it into the mouth where black liquid was splashing.
There were many wrinkles on the face with only one big mouth, as if it was making an expression of savoring. Then, it let out an angry roar and walked towards another wooden house.
Schliemann just watched this horrific massacre. He couldn't move, couldn't close his eyes, and couldn't make a sound.
He struggled to break out of this state, but in vain.
He just watched helplessly as a village was slaughtered by monsters, then a city was reduced to ruins under the ravages of the dark giant, then a country, and finally the entire world.
Time seemed to have passed for thousands or tens of thousands of years, and Schliemann's consciousness was forced to enter from one world to another.
Worlds were slaughtered one by one, and there was no life left on those dry lands, leaving only those aimless black giants.
Until a person with a blazing white light appeared in front of him.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Schliemann raised his head, and the scenery in front of him changed instantly. He returned to reality and returned to the suite on the second floor of the Lord's Castle.
Beside him was Ampton with his hand on his shoulder.
