Chapter 1393 - 452: Jianxue of Tama, You’re Simply a Genius at Suicide!

Chapter 1393: Chapter 452: Jianxue of Tama, You’re Simply a Genius at Suicide!

Ah, should we install three cannons or four cannons?

Or maybe we should build a multi-turret contraption like the Divine Faction’s illegal construction in Fusang. Turns out, the more cannons the better!

Look at the super battleship Iowa-class battleship with its 406 big guns booming away—how thrilling!

Only the main cannon and "oppai" need to be as big as possible—that’s the romance of men!

The blueprint isn’t even sketched out, yet Wildman is already fantasizing on the deck about equipping the Bolla with dozens of cannons.

You ask if the hull structure can withstand it, will the displacement reach the heavens? Will it capsize or the keel break?

Come on, the ships have already taken to the sky, and you’re still fretting about the stress on the steel.

The failure to engineer a mobile fortress like Harbin or a Sky City is simply due to players’ current production limitations.

As for whether rail guns and levitating engines can bring the battleship back from history, that’s not something players need to worry about.

Their priorities are, first, style, and second, stats.

The rest we can make up for with skillful gameplay.

Pull it off!

Do you understand pulling it off?

I’ve been pulling it off as much as I can!

Just as Wildman was about to reach the climax of his imagination, a small unexpected incident in the distance interrupted his fantasies.

Boom!

An explosion echoed through the port

White smoke rose from the bombed ruins, with some debris even hitting the ship’s hull.

The sudden incident made the port area tense, having just experienced a bombardment by the Alliance Army. Everyone looked up to see if it was a missile or a bomber attack.

"Where did the explosion come from? Is it an aircraft bombing?"

"Are the radar team and patrol squad useless? Why wasn’t there a warning?"

"Why just one shell? Where are the others?"

"There’s nothing on the radar. Could it have been a dud dropped earlier?"

"Are there any casualties?"

"Seems like there’s one; didn’t catch the name."

Luckily, players are big-hearted; otherwise, this surprise might have caused hysteria.

The explosion occurred precisely at the gathering point that was bombed to ruins by the Alliance Army a few days ago, but fortunately, no one lives there anymore.

Now, a large crowd rushed towards the explosion area, players eager to join the commotion like silly northeastern deer.

If this were indeed a bombardment, the enemy artillery KD might be higher than all the previous battles combined.

But fortunately, no second explosion occurred, and players soon discovered the victim of the explosion.

One of them had been blasted apart, limbs scattered everywhere, and another was buried in the rubble.

Were it not for the friendly markers on the mini-map, it would have been impossible to find anyone.

When they unearthed the person, the player group scattered like they’d seen the plague god.

"Damn! I knew it was you causing trouble again!"

"Disperse, disperse, just one dead; probably just a meteor."

"Go home, find your moms."

The unearthed plague god regained consciousness and first spat out the sand from his mouth.

"Pah, pah, pah."

After managing to get rid of the sand, wiping off his face and opening his eyes, he found Wildman standing in front.

"Man, this week marks the third explosion you’ve caused. If you keep doing dangerous explosive experiments, you’re out of the gathering point. Go play outside."

"You don’t know jack; this is art!"

A dusty Jianxue climbed up from the ground, shaking his severed left arm, which was only attached by a few bionic muscles. Finding it cumbersome, he tore it off and threw it aside, turning back with excitement.

"Metallic hydrogen—anyone who studied chemical materials knows the big name of this stuff, and it’s really impressive, okay?"

"If I can prepare it, it’ll make a mark in chemical history. Causing a couple of explosions is normal. Even Nobel exploded a lot while developing nitroglycerin."

After Lin Miao acquired the technology for metallic hydrogen batteries, he tossed the stuff and related papers to the players for them to figure out.

Though metallic hydrogen is also a superconducting material, it may not be more hazardous than gasoline, but when problems occur, it definitely explodes louder than gasoline. So, despite the inert auxiliary materials, Lin Miao didn’t plan to use it in construction engineering.

Even for making batteries, other superconducting materials are a priority.

Since technical data were completely open to players, the chemists, like sharks smelling blood, started spending their own money to try preparing metallic hydrogen according to the paper processes.

As an advanced energy storage material, the preparation environment for metallic hydrogen is quite stringent, and power consumption is massive. It can only be done in places like Cuba with independent thorium reactors, and it must be far from residential areas.

On previous occasions in the Underground City, Jianxue and the others directly blew up the entire laboratory and even injured people.

This led them to be expelled from the Underground City and forced to conduct their experiments outside.

"Copying and bragging, huh? If anyone should brag, it’s the original development team, has nothing to do with you."

"Can I claim to be Li Bai the Poet Immortal reborn just because I can recite ’Quiet Night Thoughts’?"

Wildman glanced at Jianxue with disdain.

"So, did you actually succeed after blowing up three sets of equipment?"

Such damn prodigals.

Wildman knew how expensive those pieces of equipment were, they’d almost drained the players’ chemical committee, costing at least tens of millions.

This amount of money would’ve allowed players to fly planes into the Twin Towers.

"Almost achieved."

Mentioning this brought Jianxue to life; even his damaged right eye lit up as he excitedly pointed with his pinky finger.