dmims Chapter 93 Replenishing Consumables
Chapter 93 Replenishing Consumables
Jiang Ming did not stop.
He grabbed a handful of magnesium powder, mixed it with iron oxide and aluminum powder.
The blue light flashed again.
[Obtained: 2 Thermite Incendiary Bombs (Fine)]
[Attribute: Instantly generates a temperature of 3000 degrees Celsius, capable of melting through heavy armor and causing devastating burns to living organisms.]
In just five minutes.
A pile of terrifyingly powerful weapons appeared at Jiang Ming's feet.
Zhao Yanzhi stood three meters away, the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitching uncontrollably.
He stared intently at Jiang Ming's hands, which were covered in silver gauntlets, as if he were looking at the hands of the creator.
As the president of the archery club, Zhao Yanzhi believed that he was smarter than most people.
While others were still fighting tooth and nail for a loaf of bread, he had already learned to use his ranged advantage to kite and kill monsters; while others were still fearing monsters, he already dared to lead people to steal monsters from the student council.
He always thought that Jiang Ming was strong because of his unreasonable equipment, his abnormal attributes, and his ruthlessness.
Given the same amount of time and opportunity, Zhao Yanzhi might be able to catch up.
But at this moment, in this dimly lit workshop filled with the smell of engine oil, Zhao Yanzhi's ridiculous ambition was completely shattered.
To create something out of thin air.
Turning the rotten into the miraculous.
In seconds, a pile of readily available scrap metal and chemical waste can be transformed into a terrifyingly powerful killing weapon.
This is an ability that cannot be obtained by leveling up or working desperately.
That's talent.
It's a divine talent bestowed by God, or even a talent that God is constantly feeding on!
"Gulp."
Zhao Yanzhi swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
His gaze shifted from the bombs to Jiang Ming's indifferent mask, and the fear in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by an almost fanatical excitement.
In another world, what is most important?
force?
No, force can only guarantee you won't be beaten to death on the spot.
But this kind of "logistical productivity," which can continuously produce highly lethal weapons and turn waste into treasure, is the cornerstone for establishing itself on this land!
Following someone like that, as long as you don't do anything reckless, it'll be hard to starve to death!
"Have you seen enough?"
Jiang Ming's voice came through the mask, carrying a hint of cold, hard metal.
He casually hung a few grenades on the tactical lanyard at his waist, turned around, and his cold gaze fell on Zhao Yanzhi through the T-shaped observation slit.
Zhao Yanzhi shuddered, but instead of retreating, he strode forward, bending lower than ever before.
"Brother Jiang, I understand now."
Zhao Yanzhi's voice trembled slightly, but he spoke very quickly, as if afraid of being abandoned if he spoke too slowly. "Your ability requires a lot of raw materials. Whether it's metals, chemicals, or materials from monster corpses."
He raised his head, his eyes revealing a fierce glint mixed with a fawning tone: "From now on, you don't need to do these dirty and tiring jobs yourself. I have seven or eight brothers under my command. Although they are not as strong as Brother Wang and Brother Li, they are definitely good at running errands and collecting supplies."
"Furthermore..." Zhao Yanzhi glanced at the discarded steel pipes on the ground, "I can modify bows and arrows. If you can enhance the arrowheads, even just the most basic enhancement, I can lead a group to form a long-range fire network. You point, we shoot."
Jiang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.
He didn't speak immediately, but instead scrutinized the boy in front of him.
He is pragmatic, quick-witted, and very self-aware.
This kind of person is a real scoundrel, but as long as you are always stronger than him, he will be your sharpest dog.
"Want arrowheads?" Jiang Ming casually grabbed a handful of rusty iron nails that he had found from who-knows-where, and a blue light flashed in his palm.
A few seconds later.
He tossed a gleaming, serrated-edged Ripper's Spiked Arrow (Fine) at Zhao Yanzhi's feet.
"Clean up the training building thoroughly; we'll take a break here temporarily."
Jiang Ming stepped over the debris on the ground and walked downstairs. "Good job, there will be enough of these arrows. If you don't do well, one more of you won't make a difference among the pile of corpses outside."
Zhao Yanzhi hurriedly picked up the still-warm arrow, and his face turned red with excitement as he looked at the [Bleeding +5] attribute displayed on it.
"Don't worry, Brother Jiang!"
He roared at Jiang Ming's retreating figure, his voice filled with the madness only a gambler possesses when they've won big: "Anyone who dares to touch us, I, Zhao Yanzhi, will be the first to fight them to the death!"
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at the same time.
Locke Town.
This border town, full of medieval charm, is currently shrouded in the shadow of two red moons.
In the lord's mansion's luxurious yet somewhat vulgar dining room, candlelight flickered.
Baron Kyle's massive body almost crushed the oak chair beneath him.
He was holding a juicy roasted lamb leg, eating with extreme rudeness, the grease dripping down his chin and onto his silk scarf.
Before him, several scouts clad in leather armor knelt on one knee, trembling.
"You mean...?"
Baron Kyle tore off a large piece of mutton, chewing as he mumbled, "That silver-armored man wiped out a scouting party from the Blackfang tribe?"
"Yes, Your Excellency."
The scout leader lowered his head even further. "The scene... was horrific. That demon almost killed them one by one with his sword, severing the heads of the Blackfang tribe's orcs."
"Click."
Baron Kyle crushed the sheep bone in his hand.
A hint of fear flashed in his small eyes, squeezed into slits by fat, but more so in greed.
"One sword, one kill?!"
He muttered something, then tossed the bone to the hunting dog at his feet, "So strong... Looks like that good-for-nothing Rorschach didn't lose unjustly."
"My lord, there is one more thing."
Another scout, mustering his courage, reported, "We discovered a large number of orcs in the 'Tower District' (towards the Happiness Home Community) to the east. They are the main force of the Shattered Bone Tribe and the Black Fang Tribe."
"They seem to have breached those strange stone towers and captured a large number of... well, two-legged sheep (humans)."
"Oh?"
Baron Kyle stopped moving.
He wiped his mouth with the greasy napkin, his small eyes gleaming.
"You mean, they captured a lot of slaves? And they brought a large amount of spoils with them?"
"Yes, sir. They are retreating, and it seems they are returning laden with supplies. However, because they are carrying so many slaves and provisions, their march is very slow."
Baron Kyle smiled.
A nauseating smile squeezed out of his fleshy face.
"That silver demon is a tough nut to crack; we'll hold off on taking on that for now."
He stood up and laboriously moved his heavy body to the map hanging on the wall, where he jabbed his short, thick finger into a canyon passage.
"But these orcs... Hmph, they think they can just steal from my territory and leave?"