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Jonas looked at Mag in disbelief. He opened his mouth and closed it again. After a while, he said, "It sounds rather unreliable."

"There isn't any reliable method to deal with a monster like Cthulhu that has lived through the ages and never dies. We can only give it a shot," Mag said helplessly.

He had done several simulations but they were all discarded by him.

Therefore, he could only try the thousand layer cake theory and give it a shot.

"I need you guys to create distractions at 10 locations on the Gus Mountains at the same time. The ones on the left and right valley have to be bigger," Mag said.

Jonas could not tell what Mag had up his sleeve. However, Mag was the chief commander, so he had the last say. Jonas nodded and said, "Alright. We will begin tonight."

"Thank you."

Mag brought Jonas back to the commanding station and got Dominic to fully support Jonas in his job.

"Louis, how's the investigation going for the mahogany forest within the dragon tribe's borders?" Mag asked Louis, who was about to leave.

Louis looked at Mag and said, "Jinx reported that the mahogany forest was located 500km northwest of the Golden Dragon Island. Its scale should be able to support this battle. The Orcs and Elves' woodcutting team have already arrived. If the other races require, they are to send their men over to get the wood."

"Alright." Mag nodded. This was a piece of good news.

Mag and Dominic had discussed the issue of the mahogany before. The Roth Empire had collected a large amount of mahogany but it was still insufficient.

***

Ding! Ding! Tssss-

Iron materials were hit by metal hammers. The bright red hot iron entered the water and the loud hissing resounded throughout the workshop.

Thousands of blacksmiths from the various races were making cannons fervently.

Lulu waved his giant hammer around in the air like an ox that did not feel tired, pounding the iron pieces on the forging table.

Mobai, who was standing at the side, was zoning out as he stared at the cannon that had just been made on the forging table beside him.

"This is good stuff. You guys will be able to make it too in another two days," the blacksmith beside them said with a laugh as he patted the cannon when he saw Mobai's expression.

"Good stuff indeed." Mobai nodded. He swallowed.

He could not be even more familiar than he already was with this stuff.

After Lulu got better, he had taken up most of the forging work in the shop and he studied how to forge a better cannon almost every day.

However, he did not expect to get the work of forging a cannon the moment he entered the factory.

Mobai was in a little trance as he looked at the majestic black cannon.

"Is this developed by the city lord's castle?" Mobai asked.

"I heard that a mysterious person provided the blueprint. It might look black, thick, and not so agile, but I heard that it has a very shocking power. It can hit a target tens of kilometers away and can reduce a house to flat land." That blacksmith said with a smile, "We have to forge a few more cannons, so that they can pull them to the frontlines to fight against the Army of the Dead."

"A mysterious person." Mobai was in deep thought.

War was approaching and a mysterious person suddenly handed the blueprint of the cannon to the city lord's castle. This mysterious person could only be Boss Mag.

Boss Mag had been discussing the cannon with him during this period. Mobai did not expect Mag to already have a perfect plan. Besides, the cannon's range was increased to tens of kilometers. This surpassed the cannon he had developed.

"Boss Mag is a genius indeed," Mobai thought to himself. He was not angry that Mag had hidden the cannon's blueprint from him.The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the N(o)vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.nᴇt

Mag had taken it out in such an urgent situation and even given it to the city lord's castle, so that the allied forces could deal with the Army of the Dead, without asking for anything in return.

Mobai had already guessed what Mag was thinking of. If the situation of the Army of the Dead did not happen, Mag would have probably not sold the cannon.

This big killing machine that could be operated by any normal person could have become a major disaster if it landed in the hands of those with ill intentions.

The sapper factory in Chaos City had already increased in size multiple times. As more and more blacksmiths volunteered to join, the productivity of the sapper factory also increased. There were already hundreds of cannons lined up in the store.

There was also already a store full of cannons that were already put in wooden crates.

"When can these cannons be delivered to the frontlines?" Michael asked the person-in-charge of the sapper factory as he walked out of the store.

"Sir, the cannons are here and can be delivered any time." The person-in-charge looked at Michael and said with a shake of his head, "However, the cannon is more than 10 tonnes in weight and there are very few flying steeds that can take such weight. A two-way trip to the frontlines would take two days and we can only deliver one cannon at a time."

Michael frowned. "What about going by land?"

"We would require a custom-made carriage to deliver it by land but the road to the Roth Empire might not be able to take the weight. Most importantly, if we travel by road, even in the best case scenario, it would require 10 days to reach the frontlines at the icy plains," the person-in-charge replied.

Michael frowned. He thought for a while and said, "I guess we have to get the help of the dragon tribe. 10 days. The battle would have long been over by then."

Chaos City's Advanced Force had already set off northward and the supporting troops were also on their way.

***

"Young Mistress, the first batch of 3000 cotton clothes have been received. Although the workmanship varies, they were all largely okay and there would be no problems in keeping warm," Mars said excitedly as he walked into the office, telling Gloria who was writing a letter.

"So quickly?!" Gloria said in shock as she looked up.

"Yes. Everyone was very passionate and were all requesting for more cotton to continue making the cotton clothes." Mars nodded.

Gloria paced up and down her office excitedly. She said with a nod, "Ensure full supply of cotton cloth. This efficiency is comparable to our factory's."

"It's not just comparable. There would be more cotton clothes ready tonight. You have no idea how many people in the city are making cotton clothes. Every family, young or old, is making cotton clothes. This is the first time I've ever seen it," Mars said with a smile.

Now that the battle is impending, the soldiers still did not have winter clothing.

After the city lord's castle's request was sent out, everyone from commoners to wealthy merchants started to respond to the call to collect the cotton cloth to make winter clothing for the soldiers.

Everyone wanted to contribute to this battle.

There were even those who donated their cotton clothes directly to the brave soldiers at the frontline.

"This is great." Gloria nodded. She respected Scheer even more.

If it was not for Scheer's suggestion, she would still be racking her brains on how to prepare sufficient cotton clothes for the soldiers.

***

"Aye, the world changed just like that." Harrison licked an ice cream. Gjerj, who was also holding on to an ice cream, sat on the bench outside the ice cream store and let out a long sigh.

"Yeah. The world was doing fine and it changed just like that." Gjerj nodded with a worried expression as well.