EFB Chapter 78: 23 Things About Logistics
Chapter 78: 23 Things About Logistics
Chapter 78 A Few Things About Logistics
Inside the camp warehouse, piles of metal parts emitted a pungent smell of dust.
These ancient components, scavenged from the rusty borders of the first level of the Tower of Babel, were piled up to the ceiling, almost bursting open the thick walls.
On the other side are the spoils left behind from the recently concluded "Winter of the Blades" campaign.
Monster bones, frozen hides, and fragments of magic crystals emitting a faint blue light formed a colorful mountain of trash, completely blocking the warehouse's only passageway.
Olivia stood before this pile of "junk" that could arm an entire legion, her long, slender fingers rubbing her temples incessantly.
"Lorraine, you need to come and see this side."
Olivia turned her head and looked at the lord who was leisurely walking in through the door.
Lorraine tossed a high-quality magic crystal in his hand and glanced around the warehouse.
"The harvest was even more plentiful than expected."
Lorraine smiled.
Olivia sighed and patted the thick stack of supplies lists in front of her chest.
"This is not abundance, this is disaster."
"The materials from the first floor, plus the spoils left over from fighting that wave of monsters, are too numerous to fit in any room."
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"If we are to continue moving deeper into the Tower of Babel, it will take at least twenty heavy trucks to carry all of this."
Olivia pointed to the mountain of parts.
"I suggest discarding the inferior materials and components, and only taking the essential parts."
"Otherwise, our movement speed will slow down to the point of a snail's pace."
Lorraine stopped and looked at the resources that he considered "treasures".
As a seasoned junk collector, making him throw away materials is worse than killing him.
"Throw it away? That's impossible."
Lorraine waved her hand.
"In my territory, there is no trash, only resources in the wrong place."
He turned around and waved towards the door.
"Ohm, come here."
The silver-haired girl, who had been curiously waiting at the door for a long time, jumped in.
Her big eyes curiously surveyed the devastation in the warehouse, and her little nose wrinkled slightly.
"Big brother, it's so messy here."
Ohm ran to Lorraine's side and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
Lorraine patted her head and pointed to the mountain of supplies in front of them.
"Ohm, there's so much stuff. Olivia is worried she won't be able to take it all with her. You must have a way, right?"
Ohm was stunned.
She tilted her head, her long, silvery hair cascading over her shoulder.
"way?"
Countless solutions flashed through Ohm's little mind, but none of them solved the problem.
"Big brother, do you want me to summon some heavy mechs?"
Ohm asked tentatively.
"I can give them instructions to move things up to the second floor in several trips."
Lorraine shook her head.
"That's one way, but it takes too much time. The other two from Fimbulwinter will arrive in about ten days at most."
"For us now, time is money."
"Besides—now that we have the 'Witch of a Thousand Machines,' we need to come up with some groundbreaking methods."
"I'll carry it?" Ohm blinked, somewhat confused.
"Although I can levitate some parts now, the sheer volume here is just too much."
"Even if I exhaust all my mental energy, I still can't move even one percent of it."
She looked at the heavy steel components, and her face fell.
Lorraine smiled mysteriously and pulled out the "Witch's Codex" from her bosom.
"Brute force won't solve problems, but architecture can."
He opened the secret manual and lightly touched one of the pages with his finger on a phantom architectural drawing.
"Detected that the Witch of Machines (Ohm) is in position; the Witch's exclusive building has been unlocked."
"Ohm, in the twin souls of the Tower of Babel, your sister Messiah is in charge of fighting and killing, while you were born for logistics and construction."
Lorraine's voice echoed through the warehouse.
"And when you become a witch, this tendency is also attached to you. Although you also have combat abilities, your greatest strength is this logistical mechanical manufacturing ability."
As Lorraine pressed the build button on the Witch's Codex, the Lord's Talent instantly ignited the camp's magical fire.
The camp floor began to shake violently.
As the illusory image on the blueprint slowly materializes onto the real foundation, countless streams of light converge within it.
In the blink of an eye, a colossal factory stood atop the deck of the mobile city.
【Name: Ohm's Universal Factory】
[Ability: This factory can be used to construct special magical artifacts and buildings by consuming certain resources.]
The factory is equipped with all the machinery needed to manufacture it; as long as there are blueprints, automated production can begin.
[Unique Restriction: The tier of crafted items is tied to the witch's own tier; the tier of crafted items cannot exceed the witch's own tier.]
Ohm felt a kind of blood-related throbbing.
She walked toward the building without thinking, placing her hand on its cold metal exterior.
Countless data streams about machines and manufacturing flowed into her mind through her fingertips.
"This is... my own witch-exclusive building?"
Ohm's voice trembled slightly.
Lorraine stepped forward and patted the factory's control panel.
"That's right, with this all-purpose factory, we won't have to worry about not being able to take our materials with us."
"Now, using the industrial machine tools here, we'll build that thing."
Lorraine entered a blueprint provided by the Witch's Codex into the factory's control panel.
As Lorraine chose to consume the resources, a deafening roar echoed through the machine shop.
In less than five minutes, a completely black metal cube was slowly pushed out of the conveyor belt.
Olivia came closer, looking at the metal cube with a puzzled expression.
"What is this?"
Lorraine picked up the block and casually tossed it to Ohm.
"This is a [space compression warehouse]."
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"Although it only occupies 100 square meters when unfolded, it uses a special space folding technology inside."
"It can hold 10,000 cubic meters of stuff."
Olivia's eyes widened suddenly, and she even held her breath for a moment.
"Ten thousand cubic meters?"
"That's right, and this thing is also recognized as a territorial building."
"As long as I issue the camp relocation order," it can follow us anywhere; we can move those resources without trucks or manpower.
Ohm stroked the black cube, and she could feel the vast, empty space inside.
"Big brother, I understand!"
Ohm jumped up excitedly.
She threw the block onto the open ground of the camp.
A black light instantly expanded.
What was originally a small square, in the blink of an eye, expanded into a metal warehouse.
The warehouse door slowly opened, revealing not darkness, but a pure gravitational field capable of devouring all matter.
"As expected of you, Lorraine."
The anxiety of having too much stuff to carry finally subsided, and Olivia sighed with relief. Then she turned and shouted towards the door, "Victor! Take all the puppet engineers!"
"Stuff all the parts we scavenged from the first floor, along with all the monster materials, into here!"
"Not a single piece of sheet metal is allowed to remain!"
At Olivia's command, the once deathly silent camp instantly erupted in activity.
Heavy footsteps sounded.
Twenty Tier 2 mechs, repaired by Lorraine, marched into the warehouse in neat rows.
Their robust robotic arms easily lifted the steel frames, each weighing hundreds of kilograms, and lined up to walk towards the space compression warehouse.
Those materials and components that no one could possibly handle, under the immense power of spatial folding, vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Lorraine leaned against the bulkhead, watching the busy crowd.
"Now, our Tower of Babel can finally go into battle unburdened."
His gaze fell upon the depths of the moving city, where the elevators leading to the higher levels of the Tower of Babel awaited silently.
"The second level, the Titan Forge."
Lorraine muttered to herself.
"There are far more good things there than on this floor."
Ohm ran to Lorraine's side, tilted his little face up, and looked up with eyes sparkling with admiration.
"Big brother, with this warehouse, can I put the entire mobile city inside?"
Lorraine chuckled.
"That will have to wait until you advance to the sixth-tier witch level."
"Right now, you should help Olivia sort this trash, okay?"
Ohm nodded vigorously and turned to get back to the busy moving work.
The clutter in the warehouse is disappearing at a visible rate.
The supplies that had once given Olivia a headache were now neatly arranged on the shelves of the space compression warehouse.
No more useful materials or items will be discarded.
The last rays of the setting sun streamed into the camp through the portholes of the Tower of Babel.
The last box of magic crystals was finally sent to the space compression warehouse.
Olivia wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, walked to Lorraine's side, and naturally took his arm.
"My lord, logistics preparations are complete."
"We can leave anytime."
Lorraine looked at the spacious, brand-new warehouse and nodded in satisfaction.
"Then let's go."
"Target: The second level of the Tower of Babel, the Titan Forge!"
With Lorraine's command, the entire camp was instantly incorporated into the camp relocation order.
The group boarded the truck and headed towards the second level of the Tower of Babel.
The heavy, airtight gate slowly rose amidst a sickening metallic scraping sound.
A wave of heat, a mixture of the smells of engine oil, rust, and something burnt, hit me.
Lorraine stood at the front of the group, not in a hurry to take a step, but squinting slightly, his gaze passing through the rising white steam and landing on this steel jungle that had been silent for countless years.
The second level of the Tower of Babel, the Titan Forge.
Here, there is none of the rough mineral waste of the first layer; instead, there is an industrial order full of violent aesthetics.
The enormous gears meshed together like mountains, and although they were still, they still exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.
Countless thick brass pipes, like blood vessels, climbed across the dome and walls, connecting the silent machine casting factories.
At the edge of the horizon, a massive spherical building, resembling a heart, floats silently.
The surface was engraved with complex runes, and even from a great distance, one could feel the terrifying energy fluctuations contained within.
Eternal Flame Magic Reactor.
The heart of this mobile city is also the most advanced energy miracle of the Golden Age.
"This is home."
Ohm stood beside Lorraine, his eyes, which had just acquired a physical body, gleaming with a complex light.
She instinctively grabbed Lorraine's sleeve, her fingertips turning slightly white.
For her, this place was not only a prison that had confined her for thousands of years, but also a refuge where she and her sister Messiah depended on each other for survival.
Lorraine's lips curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile.
With these factories and that reactor, his territory was no longer just a defensive fortification, but a true war fortress.
Once this place is repaired, the continuous stream of mechs will become the foundation for his dominance over the post-apocalyptic world.
However, the smile didn't linger on his face for long.
The magical energy fluctuations in the air suddenly became viscous.
The originally dim emergency lights suddenly turned from yellow to red and began flashing wildly.
Waaah—!
The piercing alarm blared instantly, echoing through the empty steel hall like the howl of a vengeful ghost.
A chilling warning array resounded above the dome, followed by the heavy hum of machinery churning from the previously silent mech foundries.
Click. Click.
That was the sound of metal joints being forcibly twisted.
Pairs of scarlet electronic eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness, densely packed like a pack of wolves in the dead of night.
"Is this the moment of catastrophe?"
Lorraine's smile vanished, replaced by an almost indifferent calm.
He remained completely calm, without even breaking a sweat.
In the past, he might have had to put in some effort to deal with this number of berserk mechs.
But now, times have changed.
"ohm."
Lorraine called softly.
"exist!"
The silver-haired girl stepped forward, her previously timid expression vanishing completely.
She loosened Lorraine's clothes, suddenly spread her hands, and her ten fingers moved rapidly in the air, as if playing an invisible piano piece.
Countless streams of data, invisible to the naked eye, radiated outwards from her center.
Those berserker mechs who had just rushed out of the factory gate, brandishing chainsaw swords and explosive guns, froze in unison.
It's like a doll that's been paused.
In Ohm's pupils, countless silver data points flashed like a waterfall.
As the "Witch of a Thousand Machines," she is a god here.
"Kneel down."
The girl's clear voice stood out distinctly amidst the blaring alarm.
next second.
A chilling metallic clanging sound rang out.
The hydraulic rod at the knee joint of the front-row Tier 3 "Heavy Destroyer" mech suddenly burst, and its massive body slammed heavily onto the metal floor.
Then came the second row, then the third row —
Hundreds of steel killing machines, capable of tearing apart regular army defenses, knelt down in unison at Ohm's command.
But this is not enough.
The corruption of the Moment of Change is not simply a matter of modifying commands; it is distorting these machines from their very core logic.
soul".
In the electronic eyes of those mechs, red light began to flash violently as they tried to break free from Ohm's control.
Several mechs even began to forcibly charge their cannons, aiming directly at Ohm.
"Disobedient children should be punished."
Ohm's small face revealed a coldness that did not match his physical age.
She suddenly hooked her finger.
It's sizzling!
The mech pilot at the very front suddenly turned his gun around and pulled the trigger on his comrade behind him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosion's flames instantly engulfed the front row of mechs.
This was a one-sided massacre, and an absurd act of mutual slaughter.
Under Ohm's control, these menacing war machines transformed into death gods who reaped their own kind.
The chainsaw sliced through the armor, and the explosive bomb ripped apart the core.
In just a few minutes, the once-mighty wave of mechs turned into a pile of burning scrap metal.