I'm the King Of Technology-Chapter 1768 Heavy Preparations

"Soldier! Get the bazookas ready?"

"Prepare the Grenade Blasters! I want every boggle that engages to beg for mercy!"

"Hurry! You 8 will man the Octavius! If those Bighle bastards try anything funny, we'll shoot so many explosives down their asses, they won't even know who to call Daddy!"

(*^*)

…

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! The marines, navy and soldiers all worked as one, preparing for battles should any boggle try anything funny.

But as far, they haven't seen a single niggle yet.

However, they still felt uneasy.

Sweat trickled down their foreheads despite the cold weather.

They could hardly breathe when manning their stations.

They weren't here to spot the boggles but here to attack if they got word from their Walkie Talkies.

The ships had sensing radars, that could sense approaching objects around and below them when a certain sound wave is released.

The sound wave maps out any objects coming their way from below and around.

They had to be ready because once news of an incoming attack is transmitted, it would only take a few seconds or perhaps a few minutes before the attack is launched.

So if they were still indoors or not ready, it would be their loss.

From their understanding, those 3 hours they had before approaching the Death Line had many sides to them.

For one, right now, they haven't entered the danger zone yet.

So for the next 2 hours and 43 minutes, their primary focus was on truly safeguarding the ships, but ensuring that had done all necessary preparations needed

2 hours 45 minutes before entering the Mating Zone.

Bear in mind that the Mating Zone was the Zone before the Death Line.

They wanted to dock at the ends of the mating zone, with all its turbulent underwater currents and potential boggle troubles.

Thus, they began one last check on all battle machinery, ensuring they were full of grenades, bazookas and so on.

They even launched a few just to make sure.

But that wasn't all.

They had to check the ship's systems one last time and go over them with the experts just to make sure their ship won't truly be sucked into the Death Line when they enter the mating zone.

Ordinary ships that enter the mating zone get pulled towards the Death Lime no matter how much they row.

Human strength was not inexhaustible.

Eventually, the slaves would get too tired and even the slightest bit of relaxation could spell doom for them. freewebn ovel.com

In hindsight, while within the mating Zone, the further these ships are from the Death Line, the greater their chance of survival.

So do you see how crazy Baymard's idea was for them to want to get so close to the edge between the mating zone and the Death line?

If many in this world knew their dangerous thoughts, they would look at them as madmen.

Down below deck, the technicians and military engineers who had calculated and affirmed for the umpteenth time that everything would be fine, still didn't move away from the heart (engines) and ship's breathing structures.

They stood alongside the Spider-builders, ready to give the spiders orders should anything fail.

These giant metal spiders swayed from side to side like stationary video game characters.

They swayed while awaiting orders to do any ruptures or accidents that might unfold.

Are you ready? Of course not!

No one can be ready even if you give them 200 years.

But now that it has come to this, they knew they didn't have much time to leave chances to fate.

Chief Technician and Engineer, Wallace Wilborn, couldn't stop the tremors in his hands when physically inspecting the giant structures before him.

"You there! The Bedplates! Are the bolts stable? Is everything in order with it? You know that the Bedplate, the bottom-most part of the engine, must not have any issues? since it must be strong enough to withstand the weight of the engine."

The bedplate alone not only supports the engine's weight but also supports the dynamic load of the running parts.

It also collects lune oil and drains it to the sump part

What's more, it holds the crankshaft in alignment at all times. So can you not see its importance?

"Sir, the systems show it's all in place. The computers do not show any alerts. We had the Psoder builders touch all the bolts, ensuring they were super secure."

They did?

Wallace couldn't help physically touching the bolts, as if no longer trusting technology.

Well, it was pretty secure he had to admit that. But he still went about checking everything for himself no matter what he heard.

He had to admit that with the Spider builders even if disaster struck, these Spider helpers would be able to jump in the air and take care of the problem in seconds.

Let's say while a ship suffers damage from an attack, machinery is broken or a bolt becomes loose.

When the systems show red alerts, the eyes of these spider builders also turn red and they immediately plunge to solve the issue by welding and bolting several pieces fast.

Understand that it would take them, the technicians several minutes, perhaps even up to 30 or 50 minutes to solve these problems during an attack that sways these ships in dangerous angles from time to time.

Sometimes, it takes hours.

But these spider builders went human and didn't care for any wobbles.

They would do it in under, a few seconds to a few minutes depending on how serious the damage is.

Wasn't technology amazing? These spider builders also had self-destruct buttons too.

But the most important thing was that if a ship was deemed unrepairable and was sinking, these spider helpers could build several wooden boats using the neatly stored planks and nails in the storage room not too far from there.

Their 8 hands were amazing, and each could build 1 standard-sized canoe in just 2 minutes.

In short, these spider helpers were now seen as too vital for any Baymardian ship sailing out.

…

Lile so, everyone, no matter what profession they were aboard the Navy vessels, all scattered like chickens, double-checking and ensuring they were truly ready to go.

[10 minutes left! Mating Zone ahead!]

R𝑒ad latest chapt𝒆rs at free(w)ebnovel.com Only