Global Lords: Building the Strongest Civilization with SSS Rank Talent-Chapter 109: Prophecy | Industrial Death Cult
Red clicked the glowing [ PROPHECY ] icon, letting the digital ledger expand across his primary monitor. The interface functioned as a massive, server-wide gambling ring where deities openly traded their hoarded wealth on the horrific outcomes of the apocalypse. Columns of data scrolled past his eyes, displaying astronomical pools of Divine Points and legendary artifacts wagered on the exact deletion dates of various western hex-zones.
He filtered the active bets by his own territorial coordinates. A massive, gold-bordered contract immediately snapped to the center of the screen.
[ ACTIVE PROPHECY: THE COLLAPSE OF THE EAST ]
[ SPONSOR: THE GLACIAL SOVEREIGN (RANK 12) ]
[ WIN CONDITION: RED SPIRAL VASSAL NETWORK EXTINGUISHED WITHIN 14 DAYS ]
[ CURRENT POOL: 4,500,000 DP / 12 MYTHIC BLUEPRINTS ]
The arrogant warlords from the summit had pooled their resources to bet on his absolute destruction. They fully expected his bluff to fail and his automated empire to shatter under the weight of the encroaching Glitch or the combined invasion fleets.
Red simply dragged his cursor over the wager, locked in his own massive stockpile of hoarded Faith, and confidently placed a counter-bet to completely absorb their wealth upon his survival. He would let their arrogance finance his next technological era.
"Free DP. Where was this feature before? Was it unlocked because I interacted with the entire continent?"
He dismissed the ledger and opened the freshly decrypted archive from the Brass Construct. A cascading list of four hundred and twelve mechanized blueprints flooded his secondary monitor.
Red carefully sorted the schematics, searching for designs highly compatible with his existing star-iron and biological infrastructure. The Rank 11 engineer had spent centuries perfecting pneumatic systems, automated assembly lines, and heavy machinery.
Red immediately highlighted a schematic for a high-pressure, steam-powered exoskeleton. Instead of applying it to standard infantry, he integrated the design directly with his massive Treants. He spent the DP to forcefully bolt heavy bronze pistons and steam-boilers right into their living, regenerating wood.
The mechanical upgrade tripled their physical carrying capacity, turning the ancient forest guardians into mechanized siege-engines capable of moving mountains of dirt for the highway project.
He moved down the list and selected an automated rotary-loading mechanism. Red routed the design through his architectural tab, physically attaching the autoloaders to the heavy star-iron ballistas lining the Bastion’s walls.
He connected the firing mechanisms directly to the pressurized bio-gas lines feeding from the Omni-Biomass Digester, effectively creating a self-powering, rapid-fire artillery grid manned entirely by his disciplined Troglodyte and Grey-Fin shock troops.
He connected the firing mechanisms directly to the pressurized bio-gas lines feeding from the Omni-Biomass Digester, effectively creating a self-powering, rapid-fire artillery grid manned entirely by his disciplined Troglodyte and Grey-Fin shock troops.
But four hundred and twelve blueprints offered far more than just basic artillery and heavy lifting. Red was looking at a complete industrial revolution for his entire faction. He needed to overhaul his fragile mortal labor force and turn his frontline infantry into an absolute nightmare.
He pulled a schematic for [ Pressurized Boiler Plating ] and immediately dragged it over his unit roster, targeting the massive, heavily armored Shell-Kin.
Red spent the DP to fuse heavy bronze carapaces and intricate exhaust vents directly into their natural shells. The upgrade allowed the Shell-Kin to manually vent boiling, pressurized steam generated by their own internal body heat.
If an enemy infantry line managed to close the distance, the Shell-Kin could instantly flood the battlefield with a blinding, scalding fog, cooking attackers alive while providing perfect cover for his own troops.
For his fast-attack units, Red selected [ Clockwork Grappling Spools ] and [ Pneumatic Bolt-Throwers ], equipping his agile Kobold scouts. The upgrade turned the subterranean scavengers into terrifyingly mobile skirmishers.
They could now launch themselves up the towering fungal stalks of the forest or scale sheer cliff faces in seconds, raining down heavy, armor-piercing star-iron bolts from impossible angles before zipping away on their metallic tethers.
Finally, Red looked at the grand scale of his territory. He selected a massive infrastructure blueprint: [ Hydro-Kinetic Turbines ].
He placed dozens of these massive, bladed water-wheels directly into the blueprints of the newly dug continental trench. When the northern sea finally breached the borders, the rushing water wouldn’t just act as a geographical moat, but it would also violently spin the turbines, generating an endless supply of mechanical power to automate the conveyor belts of his Bone Refineries and Star-Iron Foundries.
Finally, he authorized a mass-production order for heavy pneumatic rock-cutters. Red spent a fraction of his DP to instantly materialize the industrial tools directly into the hands of the Kobolds, heavy Shell-Kin, and human laborers currently finishing the continental trench.
Now, he didn’t have to worry about running out of juice ever again. He already had the Omni-Biomass Digester producing fuel, and with the turbines, he could keep up the power supply infinite.
[ MASS BLUEPRINT ASSIMILATION COMPLETE ]
[ BIOMECHANICAL INTEGRATION: FLAWLESS ]
[ FACTION CLASSIFICATION UPGRADED: INDUSTRIAL DEATH-CULT ]
[ OVERALL COMBAT AND LOGISTICAL EFFICIENCY INCREASED BY 350% ]
"Hmm~" Red hummed in amusement. "The only ones I can use the mechanical upgrades on are the treants and the Shell Kin. I have to keep the other races to a minimal number and upgrade only a few of them.
Red dismissed the cascading blueprint menus, letting the glow of the final [ MASS BLUEPRINT ASSIMILATION COMPLETE ] notification fade from his secondary screen. He turned his full attention back to the massive, three-dimensional topographical projection dominating the center of the Void.
The continental trench was finally complete.
For hundreds of miles, a massive, uneven scar had been physically torn through the earth. In the north, Elian’s exhausted human laborers stood at the very edge of the churning ocean, their star-iron plows resting before a final, impossibly thin wall of coastal bedrock.
Down in the south, Krug’s Treants and Shell-Kin had widened the basin around the Bastion and the Onyx Hall, perfectly angling the massive dirt channels to catch the impending flood. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Lining the bottom of the newly carved riverbed were dozens of massive, newly forged Hydro-Kinetic Turbines, bladed bronze with water-wheels bolted directly into the stone, wired straight into the foundries.
"Let’s hope this goes smoothly and no accidents happen. Everything is green, but you can’t predict nature."
