Frankly speaking, he was not at all accustomed to sleeping on the Human Race noble’s large bed.
However, upon entering the Continent of Aslante, in order to integrate into this land, he had to learn the habits of surface creatures.
Continuing to live in a cave would only result in ridicule.
"Let’s go and have a look outside first!"
After a brief tidying up, the King Centipede instructed his son immediately.
In a short time, all the generals of the army were in their respective positions, fulfilling their duties.
As he patrolled the camp, apart from a bit of chaos, the overall performance was still acceptable.
The only thing that displeased the King Centipede was: The enemy’s artillery shells occasionally fell into the city, and once they entered the range of the enemy’s Magic Crystal Cannons, there was no sense of security.
"General Burt, how is the front line?"
The King Centipede asked with concern.
"Your Majesty, the enemy army has just started probing, with only seven or eight Magic Crystal Cannons attacking the city.
We estimate that it will take another hour or two before they launch a full-scale assault.
The time is too short, we can only make partial repairs to the city walls, and there’s no time at all to set up the City Defense Magic Array.
Once a hundred Magic Crystal Cannons gather and fire together, I’m afraid the temporary raised city walls won’t last half an hour before being destroyed by the enemy’s artillery fire!"
General Burt replied in a hurry.
Just seven or eight Magic Crystal Cannons pose a limited substantial threat to the army, but once this number is multiplied by ten, the situation becomes completely different.
A lack of long-range countermeasures is currently the greatest predicament faced by the Giant Centipedes.
This is the aftermath of having an unbalanced technological tree.
Having lived in the dark Earth Core World for a long time, their nature inevitably became dark and extreme, with everyone focusing on improving their personal strength.
Strength leaning towards the Dark System does not equate to corruption.
In fact, most of the Dark Magic studied by the Giant Centipedes is orthodox.
Though there are evil spells, they too are categorized as Forbidden Techniques, even more strictly banned than in the Continent of Aslante.
The environment is too harsh; in the pursuit of power, they are capable of anything.
The aristocrats are worried that the spread of Forbidden Techniques could lead to uncontrollable desires for power enhancement among the people below, causing the extinction of their species.
In this regard, the Earth Core World has never lacked negative examples.
Every few centuries, an incident would arise. At best, several tribes would be decimated by their own people; at worst, it would lead to the extinction of the species.
Observing the performance of the Giant Centipedes, it’s evident that, despite fighting until now, they have not caused any Undead Pandemic.
It’s not because they are merciful, but because the Earth Core World is too dark, making it easy for practitioners of Undead Magic to drive themselves insane.
To be precise, practicing any magic carries the risk of mental breakdown.
Aside from a few races with extraordinary talent, most of the Earth Core races are pursuing a physical path.
Mages are a minority profession, and the development of Magic Technology cannot be depended upon.
"Be on high alert; don’t let the enemy take advantage. Wait until nightfall to seize the opportunity and launch a counterattack!"
The King Centipede nodded and said.
The threat of the enemy’s Magic Crystal Cannons is evident to all, but knowing doesn’t equate to coping.
In fact, at the time of accepting the intercept mission, the King Centipede also proposed a trade for Magic Crystal Cannons with the Demonic Crocodile Clan.
The other party readily agreed, then informed him: Orders are booked two years in advance; with advance payment, the Demonic Crocodile Clan can assist in ordering from the Alien Coalition.
Two years later, even the best dish would go bad.
There’s no point in getting angry; on this occasion, the Demonic Crocodile King truly didn’t favor them. The Magic Crystal Cannon production lines within the Alien Coalition are indeed booked two years in advance.
By themselves, they certainly don’t have the purchasing power, but there are many Earth Core races supported by the Alien Coalition.
Besides dwarves and elves, the production capacities of other races are significantly lacking; many don’t even have the ability to produce Magic Crystal Cannons.
The races capable of producing such weapons have highly limited production capacity.
After all, Magic Crystal Cannons are not only expensive, they have a slow update iteration rate, and their lifespan is long enough.
As long as they are well-maintained, they can even be passed down for five generations.
The inventory is sufficiently large, and the demand for additional ones is small, with only a few large powers possessing specialized production lines.
Other forces only gather a group of craftsmen and mages for production when there is a need.
In this entirely handcrafted era, suddenly increasing a bunch of orders easily leads to order backlogs.
If there are no pre-prepared components, it takes at least three months to produce a Magic Crystal Cannon from start to finish.
The Magic Crystal Cannons currently used by the Demonic Crocodile Clan are second-hand goods from the Stone People Race. Some Magic Crystal Cannons are older than the Demonic Crocodile King and the King Centipede combined.
The sound of cannon fire continued, and seeing the enemy army continually on the passive side, the courage of the Allied Forces’ soldiers grew stronger.
"It’s a pity, if all the Magic Crystal Cannons were concentrated here, we could completely level this city!"
Governor Piers lamented.
Having witnessed the power of concentrated Magic Crystal Cannons, he unconsciously became a proponent of the "firepower wins" theory.
Privately, he had mentioned to his confidants more than once his intention to add another Magic Crystal Cannon legion to enhance the long-range attack capability of his family private army.
Regretful as it may be, these few Magic Crystal Cannons were transported from the rear with great effort, and more are still on the way.
Transporting such cumbersome items, keeping up with the marching speed, is challenging at this stage.
"Since the enemy chose to hold their ground, a delay of a day or two for the Magic Crystal Cannons’ arrival makes little difference!
The next step depends on how much time the garrison of Parma Province can buy for us.
Your Excellency Governor, keep an eye on the battlefield, I’ll go above the enemy’s camp for a look."
Hudson finished speaking, directly leaping into the clouds.
This time, he did not summon Maxim; ever since becoming a Sanctuary Powerhouses, the sky was no longer forbidden territory for him.
The first step of the bluff had succeeded, the enemy’s caution provided the Allied Forces an opportunity, now it was time to find a way to defeat the enemy.