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Chapter 1143 - 796: Warship Port (Part 2)

But for these adventurers, it’s still a bit hard to bear, hence the nickname Old Stone.But that’s not the focus right now.

At the tail of the flagship, the massive brass paddlewheel roared like never before, churning the sea as if it were boiling deep blue broth.

The entire colossal ship suddenly accelerated, charging straight towards a beach littered with reefs and bones!

"Ahhhh! It’s really charging up, is he insane?"

"Damn it, are we being attacked again? Is there an enemy controlling his ship?"

"It’s over, we haven’t even landed on the island yet."

All the adventurers were left awestruck; they couldn’t understand why this was happening?

Anyway, it didn’t look good, many were ready for another battle.

Boom——!!!!!!

Deafening giant explosion!

The bow pierced fiercely into the shallows, the immense impact causing the massive steel body to shudder and lift.

At this moment, the smart ones realized the advance team on the landing beach had already created space and convenience.

Apparently, they had received word that this ship would charge forward and made adequate preparations, but not everyone could see or analyze such possibilities.

The hull scraped violently against sand and stone, producing a tooth-grating scratching sound.

The sea was pushed high, like an angry white curtain lashing the deck.

Everyone on the ships behind held tightly to nearby fixtures, hearts in their throats.

Yet their gazes were fixed firmly ahead.

However, the expected rupture did not occur.

As the bow embedded deeply in the beach, heavy armor modules on the hull sides and bottom sounded with immense "crunching".

Buzz——Zzzzz——!

Several immense, semi-transparent energy shields with silver-gray patterns spread from specific spots on the hull, smashing into the sand and rocks on both sides and behind, instantly stabilizing the wildly shaking ship.

This was no longer a floating ship, but a steel anchor deeply rooted on the coast.

Immediately, the entire ship emitted a continuous, strong resonant metallic hum as it operated.

In the mist of dust and water vapor, the adventurers watched in shock.

The huge armor modules on the outer side of the ship’s hull were like the scales of a giant beast, lifting and unfolding outward and forward.

The formerly smooth hull suddenly "grew" layers of sharp-angled metal defensive ramparts.

Large turret platforms previously hidden inside the hull rose rapidly like movable towers, rotating to their preset positions, cannon muzzles grimly pointing toward the inland coast.

The towering structure at the rear of the bridge underwent rapid reassembly, raising a more prominent command tower equipped with multiple energy antennas and large floodlights.

The aft deck revealed a series of complex metal tracks and deployment platforms with railings for landing and unloading.

Most strikingly, at the ship’s belly, massive hatches opened downward, with giant hydraulic pillars crashing to the ground like ancient giants’ legs.

Simultaneously, a multitude of pre-cast metal box structure modules separated from within, swiftly tumbling and stacking with the aid of robotic arms, forming two solid flank defense watchtowers in less than ten minutes beside the flagship, like loyal guardians shielding the main body.

The process was incredibly fast, with metallic clinks and structural stretches and transformations reminiscent of a giant steel beast flexing its muscles.

As the dust settled slightly and the noisy mechanical hums subsided, the sight before them plunged the entire beach into eerie silence.

The outline of the massive alchemy battleship—"Expeditioner" remained clearly discernible.

It was no longer a ship afloat on the sea but had transformed into a half-ship, half-city mobile steel fortress firmly seated on the coastal ground.

The bow still maintained its robust wolf’s head shape, though now it seemed to be roaring as it crouched on the earth.

The ship’s main structure remained, but the body was draped with a savage thick-armored riveted "skirt," with layered fortress-like structures extending naturally from the hull’s steel jungle.

The expanded turrets, elevated towers, and extended loading platforms all declared its "landing completion."

The two outermost watchtowers assembled swiftly from metal modules resembled newborn steel fangs.

It completely overtook the previous simple wood and stone defenses, becoming the most prominent steel spine on the coastline.

The weary but now dumbfounded frontline Night Watchers, momentarily forgot to wipe their brows.

Even they, the Night Watchers, had heard the rumor and prepared for it, but when this scene unfolded before them, they were still in disbelief.

Is this something we, Night Watchers, did?

All the surprise and doubt ultimately unveiled into a single heartfelt thought.

"We Night Watchers are really awesome."

On the other fleet ships, all the adventurers were speechless, jaws nearly dropping to the deck.

Finally, a young human mercenary stammered, "I... oh my heavens... the ship... the ship turned into a fortress?!"

"Is Night Watchers’ technology... really capable of achieving this effortlessly?"

Another older adventurer repeated in a dazed tone.

A dwarven engineering apprentice who had recently joined, trembling with excitement, yelled at his equally stunned old miner father beside him, "Dad! Did you see that? That hull module deployment. That rail structure, that’s the latest technology.

"Directly hard-anchored! And those pre-cast boxes! Oh god! I... I have to learn it! I must learn it!"

For the young ones, even dwarf youngsters, this scene possessed an almost irresistible fatal allure.

Many adventurers initially uninterested in craftsmanship were completely taken by Night Watchers’ transcendent skills when witnessing this.

Which engineer can resist this sight? Which alchemist can withstand it? Which mage won’t want to explore it?

Astute Half-Elf Coke stared with eyes wide as platters, murmuring, "Wow, this big guy stands here, even comes with city walls and turrets... What should this place be called? ’Beached Ship’? Doesn’t sound impressive... ’The Great Anchor Fortress’?"

No matter how you look at it, all the Night Watcher rumors they had heard before now had tangible meaning.

Perhaps those exaggerated legends they heard were not exaggerated but rather realistic.

At this moment, a clear, metallic amplified voice echoed from the towering steel beast on the beach—or rather, the command tower modified from its bridge.

Resounded across the entire coast.

"Attention all! ’Warship Port’ is in position! Immediately begin offloading materials and camp construction! Establish a defense circle with the fortress at the center! Exploration team, prepare for jungle advancement!"

Lurik’s voice, with the dwarf’s characteristic metallic timbre, announced the name of this steel fortress—Warship Port!

This would be the starting point for the expedition team and the forward base for their initial group.

Only now did the adventurers erupt into a commotion.

Shock, ecstasy, and indescribable complex emotions surged through the crowd.

Turns out landing strategies could be executed like this.

Turns out Night Watchers’ trump card is to directly bring an indestructible fortress ashore.

The grotesque monster corpses piled on the foreshore seemed less daunting in the face of this towering steel behemoth.

[Warship Port], like a cold wolf-headed crag, was firmly embedded on the Tariel Continent’s long-dormant coastline, proclaiming the Night Watchers’ first foundation stone for their expedition was set.