Magic, Evil Gods, and the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 80 The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth!

As the newly formed Chaos race built their holy city, the player faction's "Blue Alliance" capital city, Sogoria, was also undergoing orderly repairs and renovations.

The once dirty and chaotic streets have become clean and spacious thanks to the labor of the beastmen.

The people who were once oppressed by orcs have now been freed from their enslaved status and have their own lives.

Looking at the orcs bustling about in the city, he found it hard to adjust to the change in his identity.

The busy orcs carefully avoided the humans, not daring to have too much interaction with them.

After all, in the past few days, at least several hundred orcs who tried to harm humans have died under the blades of the fake humans, leaving not even a trace behind.

A fake.

This is the term used by the beastmen to refer to humans who bear the title of hero and possess great strength, used to distinguish them from legitimate humans.

After all, in the eyes of the orcs, those guys were not human at all, but a group of demons in human skin.

They are capricious, they despise life, and they act recklessly.

Fortunately, these imposters are still easy to distinguish.

Most of them wore armor and carried weapons, and were much stronger than ordinary humans, with the weakest being at least mid-level Black Iron.

"Brother, are we really going to submit to human rule?"

A dark green-skinned orc hoisted a thick piece of timber from the ground and asked a question in a low voice to the burly orc beside him.

Before being captured, he was an ordinary orc warrior of the Doriel tribe, and the burly orc he questioned was the captain of his squad.

"Don't talk, just get to work!"

The orc squad leader ignored the green-skinned orc's question, silently bent down, picked up the log, and walked towards a house under construction not far away.

"oh!"

The dark green-skinned orc nodded, then trotted to follow his captain.

He wasn't very bright and didn't understand the current situation, but he knew that following his captain was the right thing to do.

The heavy logs had just been placed heavily on the ground by the orcs when an invisible hand lifted them up and placed them firmly on the newly erected brick and stone load-bearing wall.

That was a magic hand formed by a player whose profession was magic.

The more magic you inject, the heavier the object you can lift.

As time went by, when the last log was placed on the roof ridge, the players who were building houses in "Otherworld Online" clapped their hands and stopped what they were doing.

"Alright, everyone stop for a moment. That's enough for this morning's work. Go back to camp for lunch!"

Hey, what's that big oaf over there doing?! I already told him to stop what he's doing!

"oh!"

The dark green-skinned orc put down the log he had just hoisted onto his shoulder and scratched his head in confusion.

He turned to the orc squad leader beside him and asked, "Bro, didn't that guy just say everyone should stop working? We're orcs, why do we have to stop too?"

"Why!"

The orc squad leader shook his head upon hearing this.

"How would I know? Maybe those fake humans think orcs are human too!"

The dark green-skinned orc spoke up indignantly, "How is that possible? How could an orc be like a human...?"

"Shut up, do you even want to eat anymore!" The orc squad leader slapped the dark green orc on the back of the neck, interrupting him.

"oh!"

The dark green-skinned orc shrank back, tears streaming uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.

"Bro, I wonder what we're having for dinner today. Yesterday we had stewed meat, slurp~"

The orc squad leader answered confidently, "It probably won't be too bad."

Based on his experiences over the past few days, he discovered that those hypocrites seemed to genuinely regard them as one of their own.

Despite how the orcs treated humans before, these pseudo-humans only used the guise of labor reform to ensure the orcs were well-fed and well-housed.

The price is nothing more than working a fixed ten-hour workday and losing some freedom.

Honestly, most orcs don't really consider these costs to be much.

You have to understand that when the tribes still existed, ordinary orcs would fight to the death for a bite to eat, driven and oppressed by the more powerful orcs.

Although orcs can raise humans, to be honest, the lower-class orcs can't even feed themselves, so how could they possibly feed humans?

In reality, the situation of most orcs is not much different from that of humans.

The only difference might be that they won't be served at the dinner table, and that they are of the same race as those high and mighty people.

So, when most of the orcs recovered from the shock of the demigod's death and were preparing to resist human oppression, the delicious meals they were served instantly calmed them down.

Honestly, rather than risking death to fight those bizarre fake people, it's better to accept the present life and have enough to eat and a place to live.

The orcs obeyed orders and left the city for their camp, which was located in an open area outside the city.

This area was originally a dense forest, but due to Sogoria's reconstruction efforts, the forest has been cleared into a clearing.

The orcs' camp was also set up on this open space.

Although the Blue Alliance's policy is racial peace, it is ultimately just wishful thinking on the part of the players.

The conflict between humans and orcs is irreconcilable at this stage. Allowing orcs to live in cities will only cause panic among human NPCs and exacerbate the conflict between the two races.

Therefore, players can only move the orcs out of the city, since they can't exactly move the humans out of the city!

Initially, when the orcs were moved out of the city, the players of "Blue Alliance" were worried that some orcs would take the opportunity to escape, so they set up outposts specifically for this purpose.

However, players later discovered that this was completely unnecessary worry.

These orcs were no longer as violent and cruel as when they were first met. As long as they were well-fed, they worked exceptionally hard when assigned tasks.

The only thing that bothered the players was the orcs' enormous appetites. Although there were only over 60,000 orcs, the food reserves of the four tribes in Sogoriari probably wouldn't last even a month.

As for hunting in the surrounding forests, that's just a drop in the ocean for tens of thousands of big appetites.

Players are baffled as to how those four tribes managed to support hundreds of thousands of orcs and tens of thousands of humans.

The players were very annoyed, but the orcs didn't care at all.

They were currently feasting on earthenware pots, while several orcs were scrambling for a roasted, golden-brown deer leg.

Until a metallic roar silenced all the orcs.

They had never heard such a rhythmic roar before, and they couldn't help but search for the source of the sound.

"Brother, look! There's a metal monster over there spewing white smoke! That booming sound sounds like it's coming from there!"

The dark green-skinned orc pointed to a spot not far away, and the orc squad leader looked in the direction he was pointing.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

A deafening roar echoed, and the whole world seemed to vibrate with it.

A pitch-black steel monster, spewing white smoke, charged through the forest.

The cold, hard spider legs pierced the ground, and its massive body easily pushed over and crushed a tree a meter thick, emitting a sharp and violent roar.

Waaah!

The orc squad leader had never seen such a monster before, but he felt a terrifying and eerie aura emanating from its presence, and his soul trembled at its violent roar.

It was not some extraordinary creation, nor did it possess any extraordinary blessing, yet it contained incomparably violent energy.

It was just a pile of steel, a pile of living steel, a pile of angry steel.

"With war above all else, what kind of monster is that?!"

Compared to the orcs' bewilderment, Long Night Sleepless, who knew the workings of what lay beneath him, was far from calm.

As he pulled the bellows lever, blowing air into the furnace, he couldn't help but ask Pigsy beside him, "This is outrageous! Pigsy, are you sure this is a steam engine?"

"Brother Bao, I downloaded the blueprints from the internet and then asked the craftsmen in Ruhr to make it... It's like gunpowder, it's been officially buffed, right?"

The pig, with a large chicken head perched on its mouth, shouted excitedly.

You should know that in order to build this iron machine, he borrowed money from Hua Kai Fu Gui and bought at least a dozen sets of high-quality armor from the game store to gather enough materials to handcraft a steam engine.

Fortunately, the steam engine in the game did not disappoint, with an absurdly high energy conversion rate.

In reality, the energy conversion efficiency of ordinary steam engines is about 3% to 20%, while the thermal efficiency of improved supercritical steam turbines can reach 45% to 49%.

However, in the game "Otherworld Online", the energy conversion efficiency of a regular steam engine made by hand from a pig's mouth is conservatively between 80% and 90%.

The terrifying energy conversion efficiency generates terrifying power, and this terrifying power gives players endless possibilities.

Originally, all I wanted to do was create a steam locomotive, but somehow I ended up making a steam-powered quadruped robot.

And at this very moment, his masterpiece was showing its existence to the world for the first time!

"Brother Changye, full power steam engine!"

Excited, the wind in the pig's mouth hurriedly gave orders to the sleepless night, and picked up the shovel beside him to shovel coal, one shovelful after another into the blazing furnace in front of him.

Pitch-black smoke billowed from the furnace, choking the sleepless night, forcing him to frantically pull the bellows to pump air into the furnace.

There's no such thing as full power output; all there is are two miserable guys desperately boiling water, constantly testing the limits of the steam engine!

Waaah~

The steel-constructed monster roared deafeningly, its spider-like steel legs clashing against the ground as it charged into the dense jungle, carving a wide path through the forest.

The orc squad leader stared in astonishment at the scene as the steel monster disappeared into the distance.

"Bro, what's that thing?!"

The dark green-skinned orc asked the orc squad leader in confusion, but the orc squad leader only glanced at the pottery jar in his hand, smelled the sweet aroma of food, and replied indifferently.

"Never mind that stuff, let's eat!"

"oh."

Dark green skin nodded, picked up the earthenware jar in its hand, and poured it into its mouth.

Just then, a violent roar came from afar, and the earth trembled.

The dark green-skinned orc was so startled that his breathing became erratic, and the food that should have gone down his esophagus was sucked into his trachea.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

The dark green-skinned orc coughed desperately, tears and snot streaming down his face, looking utterly pathetic.

Just as I finally stopped coughing, I saw a pure white mushroom cloud rise from the distant forest, soaring straight into the azure sky.

The dark green orc shrank back, vaguely remembering that not long ago, his own god's church was sent into the sky by a black mushroom.

……

"No, what about my huge steam engine?"

After being reborn in the rebirth array, the wind on the pig's mouth rushed to the accident site without stopping.

But when he arrived at the scene of the accident and saw the huge crater, two meters deep and ten meters wide, blasted out by the steam engine, he fell into deep thought.

The steam engine he built with 150,000 contribution points through a "loan" is now completely gone, with not even a trace of wreckage left.

The possibility of the steam engine exploding was anticipated, as was the case with the pigsty.

They even deliberately separated the steam-generating part from the whole and placed it at the back of the steam engine to ensure that only this part would be damaged in the event of an explosion.

That way, even if the steam engine were to explode, all that would need to be done is to repair the steam-generating part.

But the wind at the pig's mouth never anticipated that the steam engine explosion would be so powerful, so powerful that it would destroy the entire steam engine.

"Brother Pig, accept your fate! On the path of science, someone always has to sacrifice!"

Sleepless Night patted the pig's back, offering "comfort" in a mournful tone.

"Heh! Sacrifice?"

Faced with the sleepless night of mourning, the wind on the pig's mouth suddenly became agitated.

"No, no, no, Brother Changye, we did not fail!"

On the contrary, we succeeded!

We not only verified the feasibility of the steam engine, but also its destructive power in the game. Consider the over-enhanced, uncontrollable gunpowder; isn't steam the perfect replacement?

"what?"

Sleepless through the long night, I stared blankly at the wind on the pig's mouth that had suddenly become agitated.

In the latter's mind, a picture called steampunk is slowly unfolding.

Several days later, several steam-powered machines appeared on the wasteland outside the city of Sogoria.

Controlled by human NPCs, they puffed out thick white smoke and turned over the hardened earth at an astonishing speed, cultivating wasteland into fields.

Behind them, several human farmers dressed in linen clothes sowed crop seeds while watching the steel monster spewing white smoke with fear and respect.

Tiller.

This is what the hero calls the monster that spews white smoke. Some clever young people even earned the hero's praise and gained the ability to properly control that monster.

Because of the advent of steam-powered tillage machines, they no longer needed to spend time and effort cultivating the land, greatly improving the efficiency of crop planting.

The hero who brought them the tractor not only stopped the orcs from bullying them, but also gave them their own land and houses.

Praise be to the brave warrior, praise be to the god of light, praise be to steam!

Filled with hope for the future, they worked tirelessly, unaware that in the nearby dense forest, an elderly man with white hair and a white robe slowly emerged, leaning on a cane.

He gazed at the vast, cultivated fields in the distance, at the roaring steam engines in the fields, and at the humans sitting on the backs of the steam engines, a look of bewilderment on his wrinkled face.

The Wheel of Infinite Life, what is that thing?