One month later.

The hustle and bustle of Hope Harbor was replaced by a grander, more breathtaking spectacle.

At dawn, before the morning mist had completely dissipated, three extraordinarily large transport ships with very unique shapes sailed into the deep-water anchorage outside the harbor.

Their size far surpassed the usual "Rock-class" ships, with much narrower and longer hulls, and the ship structures were filled with thick strengthening keels and supports that gleamed with the glow of energy.

The most striking feature was the gigantic object that these three ships were towing together—it was tightly covered with a thick alchemy tarp bearing the Night Watcher’s torch emblem, yet it still couldn’t completely hide its astonishingly massive outline.

This object had garnered much attention since it set sail.

Various factions were closely observing what exactly this thing was, because its size was colossal, and it was being transported in parts.

It’s important to know that the Night Watchers usually build things on-site, raising them directly from the ground.

With the abundant and affordable materials at their disposal, along with powerful manpower and all sorts of alchemical auxiliary equipment,

Any spectacle could rise from the ground in their hands, and compared to other forces’ constructions, theirs were faster, more stable, and served greater purposes.

So the scenario of transportation like this wouldn’t occur.

And such a transportation...

Might be a new weapon of the Night Watchers.

The magic power weapons produced by the Night Watchers were instigating a revolution in weaponry across the entire world, and no one disputed it.

Even the most foolish nobles knew the new weapons brought by the Night Watchers were changing warfare around the world.

All nations were imitating, following along, or importing them.

But the Night Watchers always stayed far ahead, and kept extending their lead.

Fortunately, the Night Watchers had all sworn to fight for the world,

As long as they didn’t suddenly have the notion to side with an Evil God or the Abyss, doing things harmful to the world, the beneficiaries wouldn’t do anything against them.

And the Night Watchers’ primary objective was to preserve as much of the population as possible, especially civilians.

This was something most factions agreed with and acted upon.

Whether you admit it or not, right now the will of the world is acting according to the will of the Night Watchers, and everyone understands this.

But understanding does not equate to fear.

So such a gigantic thing, if it were a weapon...

It better not fall on my head.

"What... what is that thing?"

A member of an adventurer team who was just about to leave the port for a cleanup mission in a safe zone stopped and pointed at the mountain-like vague shadow over the sea in astonishment.

"Who knows! I heard Night Watcher engineers at the dock saying a big shipment was coming yesterday, and they’ve been preparing for days."

His dwarf companion mumbled while chewing on jerky, "Looking at the ship’s draft line, they might have dug up a whole mountain?"

The gaze of the entire port was drawn over.

Sailors, soldiers, laborers, merchants, and even the sentinels on duty on the port’s city walls paused their work, holding their breath as they stared at the movements in the deep-water anchorage.

This thing was so big, so attention-grabbing, that it was impossible not to look at it.

Soon the ships docked.

The unloading began.

By midday,

on large floating hoisting platforms, coordinated precisely by various mages, the covering was cautiously and sectionally removed.

As the enormous tarp fell like a stage curtain, what arose was not applause, but a symphony of gasping, low exclamations, and pure bewildered astonishment.

Revealed under the sunlight was a construct beyond anyone’s imagination.

It looked like a building, yet it did not resemble a building.

Its main body was a smooth, perfect, gigantic sphere forged from some sort of alloy with a matte silvery-white metallic sheen.

The diameter of this sphere alone was likely close to a hundred meters.

And on the other ships were stacked various alchemy components, which were partially obscured from view by being piled up.

Soon, there was movement.

These alchemy structures automatically floated up, seemingly ready to be assembled and activated right there at the port.

Magic power was drawn in like a vortex.

All the mages nearby felt a certain discomfort, but fortunately, they could sense there was no danger; it was just the extraction of magic power that made them uncomfortable.

Moreover, what was being drawn was merely magic power from their surrounding environment.

No matter how one looked at it, an operation of this magnitude was certainly no small affair.

Everyone involuntarily stepped back and gazed upwards.

The sphere floated up, while the alchemical structures floated and began to align.

Soon the structures assembled with each other automatically.

The center was that gigantic sphere.

And around the sphere floated auxiliary structures.

Yes, not fixedly connected, but genuinely floating around the sphere relying on some kind of invisible force field and faint light—a total of twenty-four elongated, rhombus-shaped blades.

Each "blade" looked as if it were fashioned from obsidian crystal, with the edges flowing with an extremely faint blue energy glow.

They rotated gently around the central sphere at precise angles and distances, together forming a floating giant flower of over three hundred meters in diameter, so intricate it made one’s scalp tingle.

"Oh my deity..." An elderly elf druid put down his seed pouch, his murky eyes filled with pure shock and awe at how artificial creations could be so grand.

"Is this... the handiwork of a god?"

Such words used to be merely a metaphor, an exclamation.

Now, his exclamation might well be asking a factual question.