Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 120 The Fourth-Order Myriad Machines Witch

Chapter 119 The Fourth-Order Myriad Machines Witch

After Ohm stepped into the magic circle, the energy storm within it lasted for a full quarter of an hour before slowly subsiding.

Lorraine stood at the edge of the magic circle, arms crossed, calmly observing Ohm's advancement process.

To be honest, her promotion process was much smoother than that of other witches.

Each advancement a witch attains is usually extremely dangerous.

If the magic supply is insufficient, the magic circle will collapse directly.

If the body cannot withstand the impact, the witch's body will disintegrate under the energy shock.

If the soul and power are mismatched, the best outcome is failure to advance, and the worst is complete annihilation of the soul.

Each of these three challenges is enough to defeat an ordinary witch.

But Ohm is no ordinary witch.

Lorraine's gaze fell on the silver-haired girl floating in the center of the magic circle, and the data panel of the secret manual was updating various indicators in real time in front of him.

Its magical energy supply and carrying capacity are powerful and abundant, far exceeding normal levels.

This was within Lorraine's expectations.

Ohm's soul existed for thousands of years as the machine spirit of the Tower of Babel.

During those long and suffocating years, although the Tower of Babel gradually decayed, the remaining magical field within the tower never completely dissipated.

Ohm's soul was immersed in that magical field, day after day, year after year, for thousands of years.

This means that her soul itself is a huge reservoir of magic.

After she gained a human body and awakened as the Witch of Myriad Machines, the magic power she had accumulated over the long years did not disappear, but instead settled in the deepest part of her soul.

Now, the ascension array has activated all this dormant magic.

The external energy provided by the five thousand magic crystals, combined with the massive amount of magic power contained within Ohm's own soul, created an energy torrent far exceeding the requirements for a fourth-tier advancement.

The supply of magic power is not a problem at all.

There was no bottleneck in the physical capacity either.

Ohm's physical body was reshaped by Lorraine using source matter, and the physical quality created by the perfect awakening of the witch's ascension ritual far surpassed that of ordinary people.

When the fourth-order energy surged in, her body did indeed tremble briefly, and the silver patterns spread so quickly that fine cracks appeared on the surface of her skin.

But those cracks were repaired almost the instant they appeared.

The body reshaped by the source material exhibited an amazing self-healing ability. Not only was it not easily damaged by magic, but it was like a piece of refined steel that had been repeatedly forged, constantly becoming more and more resilient under pressure.

Lorraine nodded in satisfaction.

The only thing that caught his attention was the third level.

The adaptability of the soul and the body.

Ohm, after all, was not born human.

Even though she originally had a human brain.

But that brain was born in a machine, grew in a machine, and spent thousands of years in a machine, yet it only had a physical body for a few brief minutes at birth.

Her time as a machine spirit far exceeds her time as a human.

For her, the original human body was more like a piece of clothing she had put on later.

During her ascension, as the power of the fourth tier began to reshape her magical circuits, a brief asynchrony occurred between her soul and body.

The data in the secret manual fluctuated at one point.

The soul synchronization rate plummeted from 97 percent to 83 percent.

Ohm's body, which was suspended in mid-air, suddenly trembled, his brows furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Lorraine had already raised her hand, ready to inject her mental energy to intervene at any time.

But he didn't move.

Because in the next second, Ohm regained his balance.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, and the silver patterns on her body flickered intensely a few times before settling back down.

Soul synchronization rate begins to recover.

85 percent.

Ninety-two percent.

Ninety-nine percent.

Lorraine lowered her hand.

The light within the magic circle reached its peak, then suddenly subsided.

All the magic crystals shattered into powder at the same moment, and the Titan Alloy Ingot completely merged into Ohm's body. The gear-shaped rune core turned into a silver light and entered her chest.

Ohm's body slowly fell back to the ground.

She opened her eyes.

Within those pupils, tiny silver gear patterns slowly rotated, gradually fading away after a moment and returning to their normal color.

"How are you feeling?" Lorraine asked.

Ohm stood still, looking down at his hands.

Those silver mechanical patterns have now disappeared beneath Ohm's skin.

But the immense magical power, once unsealed, brings a sense of abundance and richness.

It still hasn't retreated.

"It feels like—" Ohm clenched his fist, then relaxed it, "It feels like the whole world has become clearer."

She turned her head and looked toward the Universal Machinery Repair Factory.

As she advanced, the All-Purpose Mechanical Repair Factory also advanced, completing its transformation.

The building's appearance has changed significantly, its volume has nearly doubled, the silver patterns on its shell are more complex, and the energy fluctuations it emits are more than one level stronger than before.

Ohm took two steps toward the repair shop, then suddenly stopped and turned sharply to look at Lorraine.

"Big brother! I want to see the construction list!"

Her tone was urgent, and her eyes were shining.

Lorraine made a "go ahead" gesture.

Ohm practically sprinted into the Universal Mechanical Repair Shop.

Lorraine followed behind, walking in at a leisurely pace.

The changes inside the repair shop were more significant than those on the outside.

The number of production lines has been expanded from the original six to twelve, and the robotic arms on each production line are more robust and their precision has been significantly improved.

A massive furnace has been added to the power core area, with silver-blue flames burning inside, the temperature so high that the air itself seems to distort.

The most eye-catching feature is a newly discovered area deep within the repair shop.

It was a huge, empty workshop with thick metal tracks laid on the floor and dozens of giant robotic arms hanging from the ceiling, each five or six times thicker than the robotic arms on a regular assembly line.

Above the entrance to the workshop, several large characters are engraved in ancient script.

The Witch's Codex translated the meaning of these words.

Titan assembly workshop.

Ohm was already standing in front of the control panel at the repair shop.

Ohm's fingers swiped rapidly across the light screen, browsing through the updated build list.

Her breathing became more and more rapid.

"Ordinary machines — medium-sized mechanical devices — medium-sized siege engines — these all existed before —"

Her fingers continued to slide down.

Then it stopped.

Ohm's eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape, and he froze on the spot.

"Lord Lorraine—"

Her voice was trembling.

"I saw it."

Lorraine walked behind her. Although he couldn't see Ohm's construction interface, the relevant information was already displayed on the compendium.

"The construction list—a Titan mech has appeared." Ohm's voice sounded like he'd eaten a dream. "Warhound-class Titan, Tier 4, six meters tall, armor thickness—weapon system—power core—"

She read out the parameters one by one, her voice getting louder and louder.

"This is real—this isn't a dream—a Warhound-class Titan, a Warhound-class Titan from the Golden Age!"

Ohm suddenly turned around and grabbed Lorraine's sleeve.

"Lord Lorraine! I can build Titans! I really can build Titans!"

Lorraine looked down at the sleeve that she was clutching tightly, and then at her face, which was flushed red with excitement.

"I saw it," he said. "Don't tug at my sleeve."

Ohm quickly released his grip.

"Hehe, I'm so excited," Ohm rubbed his hands together sheepishly. "After all, this thing almost makes me feel like I've returned to the Golden Age."

"Although during the Golden Age, the Warhound was the most basic model in the Titan series and was usually used for reconnaissance and rapid assault."

"But even the most basic model is far more powerful than any ordinary mech!"

She turned to look at Lorraine, gesturing with both hands to indicate her name.

"Six meters tall, covered in Titan alloy armor, equipped with twin-barreled magic-powered rapid-fire cannons and a chainsaw sword for melee combat, and a miniature missile launcher on its back."

"The power core utilizes a large-scale magic energy reactor, boasting extremely high endurance, allowing for continuous combat for dozens of hours on the battlefield!"

"Most importantly—" Ohm's voice rose a octave, "its armor can withstand a full-force attack from a fourth-tier monster!"

Lorraine nodded.

This was one of his core purposes in advancing Ohm to the fourth rank.

The Winter Lord is a fifth-tier monster, and he must have a large number of third-tier and even fourth-tier monsters newly born during the Moment of Change as his vanguard.

In the upcoming siege battle, the power of witches and knights alone will not be enough.

He needs a mechanical army capable of directly confronting fourth-tier monsters to fill the gap.

The Titan-class mechs are the core of this legion.

"Stop just standing there reading out the specs," Lorraine said. "Build one and let's see."

Ohm seemed to be electrocuted and immediately turned back to the console.

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's build it! Let's build it right now!"

Her fingers flew across the construction interface as she selected the construction plan for the Warhound-class Titan.

Then I pressed the build button hard!

The Titan assembly workshop deep within the repair shop roared to life.

A giant robotic arm descended from the ceiling, grabbing prefabricated Titan alloy plates and beginning to assemble them on the assembly track.

The silver-blue flames in the furnace suddenly shot up, heating the alloy components to the perfect temperature, where they were then precisely welded together by a robotic arm.

The assembly of the power core takes place in a stand-alone, sealed chamber, where every component of the miniature magic reactor is installed into place with extremely high precision by a robotic arm.

The entire well-passing process is highly automated and requires no human intervention whatsoever.

Ohm stood in front of the observation window, his nose almost touching the glass, staring intently at the assembly well inside.

"It's so beautiful—" she murmured, "This is what the All-Powerful Mechanical Repair Factory should look like—this is the industrial standard of the Golden Age—"

"How long will the construction take?" Lorraine asked.

Ohm glanced at the progress bar on the console.

"At the current pace—it will take about four days."

"Four days?"

"Just four days!" Ohm nodded vigorously. "The efficiency of a Tier 4 all-purpose mechanical repair shop is far superior to that of a Tier 3 one. Furthermore, the Titan Assembly Workshop is a production line specifically designed for Titan-class mechs, and all processes are highly optimized. The Warhound-class, as the basic model, has relatively simple modifications; four days should be enough!"

Lorraine nodded in satisfaction.

It takes four days to build a Tier 4 Titan-class mech.

This production rate is sufficient to add a considerable amount of mechanical power to Frostwolf City's defenses before the arrival of the Winter Lord.

"Very good," Lorraine said.

He turned to leave, but after taking two steps he stopped and looked back at Ohm.

Ohm was still leaning over the observation window, his hands on the glass, his eyes shining like stars, and his mouth was still muttering terms like "welding precision," "alloy purity," and "reactor power."

"ohm."

"Hmm?" She didn't turn her head.

"The Warhound class is the basic model of a Tier 4 Titan." Lorraine smiled mysteriously, "but the Titan series is not limited to the Eastern Warhound class."

Ohm paused for a moment, then slowly turned his head.

"You're currently at Tier 4, capable of constructing a Tier 4 Warhound-class Titan," Lorraine said, holding up one finger. "But what if you advance to Tier 5?"

He raised his second finger.

"The Tier 5 Universal Mechanical Repair Factory has been granted the ability to unlock the Tier 5 Titan sequence—Knight Titan."

Ohm's breath hitched.

"Sixth tier—" Lorraine raised her third finger, "A Titan of the Raider class."

"Seventh Rank One"

The fourth finger is raised.

"Warrior-class Titan".

The repair shop was quiet for a few seconds.

Ohm's lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Her mind was involuntarily filled with memories from the past, memories she knew intimately.

Warhound class, six meters, fast-firing type.

Knight-class, eight meters tall, heavily armored combat type, equipped with a Titan-class energy shield and a heavy magic cannon, capable of facing an entire armored cluster on its own.

The Raider-class, 12 meters tall, siege-type, capable of single-handedly breaching city defenses; the power of a single Raider-class Titan is enough to cover the entire battlefield.

And the general-level—

That was the greatest masterpiece of the Titan sequence in the Golden Age.

The steel giant, over 25 meters tall, is equipped with a strategic-level magic weapon system, six void shield generators, and an astonishing number of various secondary weapon systems. Its single-unit combat capability is sufficient to contend with demigod-level monsters.

During the golden age, only three Warlord-class Titans were ever built in the entire Tower of Babel.

Each one is an ultimate weapon capable of changing the course of a battle.

"Hiss—" Ohm couldn't help but gasp.

She had originally thought that the memories of the Golden Age could never be relived.

But now, Lorraine tells her that as long as she continues to advance, she can recreate the glory of the Golden Age.

"Lord Lorraine," Ohm's voice was a little hoarse, but every word was emphasized, "I will definitely advance to the next tier. Fifth tier, sixth tier, seventh tier. Knight-level, Raider-level, Warrior-level. I will create them all."

Lorraine looked into her eyes, which were gleaming with fervent light, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Get this Warhound-class war machine built," he said. "I'll come back to inspect it in a few days."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the repair shop.

Ohm's voice came from behind, full of energy.

"yes!"

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