Chapter 3165: Nifytelli’s Moon Cult Has Gone Seriously Off-Track (2)

But to be safe, I still suggest you deploy at least thirty Dragon Knights to guard the outskirts of the city, just like we arranged Sun Ships around the Abyss of Wraiths, along with the Netherworld Army and Quicksand Guards.

This way, even if there is an undead uprising, with the formidable combat power of the Dragon Knights to hold them at bay, you’ll have time to mobilize troops without letting the undead tide get out of control.

Oh, speaking of Dragon Knights!

Follow me; there happens to be a batch of newly completed Dragon Knights that need to be handed over to the Transia Military. I heard you recruited a group of skilled mechanics over here, so you can let them handle this kind of work in the future; my Moon Cult only provides the assembled wetware cores.”

In Little Mummy’s rambling description, she rode a Three-headed Dog and brought Murphy to a completely leveled residential area on the outskirts of Westerburg.

This place was constructed into a large temporary production workshop with steel, with Netherworld Knights and Ghoul servants patrolling back and forth.

As Murphy walked in, the first thing he saw was a whole row of disassembled walking machine parts, which were brought back from the battlefield on the Ligurian Peninsula, and stored in different areas according to modular functions.

Even the damaged external armor was not wasted; a group of Netherworld Knights were there manipulating steam-powered cutting saws, disassembling the damaged steel materials.

Not far away stood a simple smelting workshop, where these non-reusable steel materials were sent for casting, then reshaped using various molds into weapons and simple protective gear usable by the undead.

There’s no problem with this recycling of scrap materials, considering Transylvania’s current state of renewal, as all departments have similar frugal traditions. But what truly surprised Murphy was that all the workers on this construction site were undead!

It’s unknown how Nifytelli managed it, but she made the normally brainless Skeleton Warriors swing large hammers, while the Ghouls carried steel blocks to the forge, and the silent Necromancers commanded the lowest-level Skeleton Warriors to manipulate those molds, with flatbed carts pulled by skeletons beside them.

When a batch of weapons and protective gear were forged, they were placed onto a cart by burly Netherworld Knights. Once loaded, the skeleton horses carried them toward the barracks on the other side of the city.

The entire process flowed smoothly, without the undead whispering or slacking, giving the scene a rather absurd feeling of “undead automation.”

Murphy looked ahead again; in a deeper part of this site, a large group of undead were climbing up and down iron frames built around the Dragon Knights structure, manually placing various components into the mechanical structure and securing them. Then there was a chain sound, as heavy external armor, lifted by a pulley system, was raised high by many Netherworld Knights and covered onto the mechanical structure under the flag-waving command of a necromancer above.

The final step was a Skeleton Warrior wielding a steam-powered impact drill stepping forward, rigidly driving bolts into the joint holes.

Thus a Dragon Knight was assembled.

Of course, these things still need to undergo a series of tests to confirm they’re flawless before being sent to fulfill military orders.

In the warehouse next to this processing workshop, there are already six assembled Dragon Knights waiting to be repainted there.

“How did you manage this?”

Murphy exclaimed:

“The thinking and awareness of the undead are inherently weak; I’ve seen how other necromancers operate low-level undead, and they’re absolutely incapable of such precise operational command. Yet under your control, these undead have become the most qualified workers… This could even be said to be one of Transylvania’s most efficient factories. Hard to imagine, is this the power of the Dead Moon Church?”

“Pfft, the Dead Moon Church wouldn’t use such outdated production methods.”

Seeing Murphy’s inexperienced expression, Little Mummy was amused and folded her arms, mocking:

“Don’t be fooled by us being a faith-based organization; we don’t reject assistance from mechanical power. The Dead Moon Holy City has many mechanical workshops dedicated to providing armaments for the Netherworld Army, and we also occasionally take on civilian orders. We even have some automated machinery found from the creator’s legacy that’s usable. This is just small-scale stuff, but how should I say this? The necromancers of the Moon Cult are learning fast. I simply taught them the method, and through daily training, they’ve trained a production team of undead in Westerburg. The undead are indeed not good at thinking and planning, but as long as they are trained in a particular way continually, they adapt very well to this assembly line type of work. Providing survival supplies from the dead to the living is one of our Dead Moon Church’s most important doctrines. In my vision, the future Westerburg will become Transylvania’s industrial city! Old Count Xike Meier is also very interested in this plan, and he’s fully cooperating with me to transform the city. Unfortunately, the old count still cannot move freely at the moment. As for these weapons…”

Little Mummy hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

“I can’t hide it from you, the truth is, the old count is preparing for war!

He’s mentioned several times the grievances between Westerburg and the Pioneer Army that he needs to personally resolve. He clearly doesn’t intend to let the living bear the mission unfulfilled by the dead. Before accomplishing this, he won’t become one of the Kings of the Netherworld.