Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 358: 132. Strange Crevice_2

Translator: 549690339

After chattering a few times, they seemed to lose interest in the ever-changing bones.

They flapped their wings with a whoosh and flew back to the cave entrance on the cliff, disappearing into the darkness.

Noland Lee continued to fly down, encountering several groups of Flywing Mutants lurking in the caves.

Using the “Breath of the Dead” to transform into a skeleton, he evaded their pursuit and passed through several lines of defense unhindered.

After a minute-long flight, Noland finally landed successfully at the pitch-dark base of the cliff.

He activated the “Breath of the Dead,” took on the skeleton form, and looked up at the heavens.

The starry night sky shrunk to the size of a bowl, surrounded by dense darkness.

With a level gaze, Noland scanned his surroundings and saw not the anticipated mucus carpet covering the ground, but square holes that were artificially excavated.

He raised his non-existent “eyebrows,” and felt a bit astonished.

In his plan, the base of the cliffs with the Aberration Fissures should be covered in mucus. On the half-meter-thick layer of mucus, numerous Aberration eggs would be laid. Nearby the densely-packed eggs, various types of Aberrations would patrol back and forth, taking care of the eggs, bringing them nutrient solution, and transporting nutrients.

But strangely, why couldn’t he see any mucus or eggs at the base of this cliff?

Noland’s original plan was to quietly eliminate a group of Aberrations, turn them into his Lost Souls, then control them to reach designated points to ignite them with the “Evil Blast” technique, harvesting one batch of soul fragments after another.

Now, this plan had to be suspended due to the strange conditions at the cliff’s base.

Noland calmed his mind and didn’t panic at all.

He approached a square hole with evident signs of artificial excavation, threw out a heart control spider, and operated the little creature to explore the cave.

These caves at the base of the cliff should be filled with mucus carpets and Aberrations as well. But now, there was nothing here, the ground was smooth and flat, and there was no trace of sticky mucus.

“It’s so strange…” Noland muttered to himself.

The heart control spider traveled through the narrow tunnel. After about three minutes, a faint light scattered from the end of the tunnel.

Noland, who was controlling the heart control spider, captured that light.

He suppressed the doubts in his mind and slowed the spider’s pace, reducing the noise produced by the mechanical spider legs rubbing against the ground.

As he approached the light, faint mechanical sounds entered the sound collection array of the heart control spider and were heard by Noland.

“Kree, kree, kree…”

This was the sound of metal pistons moving back and forth.

“Psh hiss , psh hiss …”

This was the sound of regulated exhaust from the air valves.

The mechanical sluice gate half-closed was in front of the heart control spider. The light poured through the cracks in the door and shone on the smooth wall. The rhythmic mechanical movement also came from behind the door.

Heart control spiders leaned against the door cracks to take a look inside.

Noland gasped slightly.

The bottom of this Aberration Fissure was not an Aberration Den!

He saw a massive underground space with numerous glass cultivation tanks standing on the floor.

The mechanical sounds he had heard came from the ceiling above. It was the cultivation tank transportation system composed of dozens of Mechanical Arms, steam pipelines, and metal rails.

The “pshhiss” exhaust sound was the noise produced when steam pipelines drove Mechanical Arms. The air valves on the pipeline dynamically adjusted the steam pressure inside to match the arm’s transporting actions.

The “kree kree” piston sound was produced by the suspension device of the steam-driven Mechanical Arms when they quickly moved and suddenly stopped on metal rails.

Dozens of Mechanical Arms busied themselves among a vast array of cultivation tanks.

On the left wall of the underground space was a row of mechanical conveyor belts.

Empty cultivation tanks were brought here by the conveyor belts. Mechanical Arms grabbed them and moved them to the ground, placing them on the vacant cultivation tank bases.

The Cultivation Tank Base would inject a light green liquid into the tanks.

On the right wall of the underground space, there was also a row of mechanical conveyor belts.

When the cultivation tanks were filled with liquid, the Mechanical Arms would pick them up from the floor and place them on the mechanical conveyor belts on the right wall.

Having played many base construction games before crossing over, Noland immediately understood the meaning of the scene:

This was an automatic machinery workshop for filling cultivation tanks. Steam was used as the power source, and facilities such as Mechanical Arms and rails were used to perform the filling operations.

Considering the number of mechanical conveyor belts on the walls, the other workshops connected to this one might be of the same scale.

“So the Aberration den I’m now in has been artificially transformed into a huge machinery factory?”

Noland raised his hand to touch the top of his head, feeling delighted about the scene he saw.

He was somewhat obsessive about “base building,” preferring to arrange buildings and facilities in an orderly grid.

Especially those facilities with regular contours and conveyor belts. If they weren’t arranged neatly, Noland always felt ants crawling on his body, making him uncomfortable.

Look at these smooth rails and Mechanical Arms on the ceiling, and the orderly arrangement of steam pipes, conveyor belts, and cultivation tanks.

The person who designed and built this machinery workshop must be obsessive too.