A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Quickly figuring out the layout of the village and developing a method for precise strikes was a last resort for Kenmei Isayama, given his limited resources.

After all, the word "wealth" implies firepower coverage, and the "wealth" in that context has absolutely nothing to do with the current Kenmei Isayama.

If you're going to buy drones, buy two: one as a backup and one for actual operation.

However, the [Zhong Sheng Si] plane is prone to torrential rain all year round, so drones should be fine as long as they are not used for extended periods.

Buy a drone

Kenmei Isayama still had many things to buy; this was a major shopping spree.

First of all, there is a large amount of white sugar. White sugar is a strategic resource. It is a flammable substance and will quickly dehydrate when exposed to high temperatures, releasing a large amount of heat.

Most importantly, the reaction between sugar and potassium nitrate produces four parts of high-temperature, high-pressure gas in a ratio of (?), which increases the power of gunpowder several times or even ten times. Furthermore, the potassium nitrate in sugar is the best oxidizer in gunpowder, providing high-temperature conditions that allow the gunpowder to burn rapidly, producing even more terrifying power.

Therefore, in the early stages of their businesses, the first thing successful entrepreneurs in the Middle East did every morning was to boil sugar, boiling a large pot of sugar.

Sugar with fertilizer is truly a terrible combination.

Kenmei Isayama also had to follow the old path of these predecessors, which was a continuation of ancient methods.

Of course, you also need to buy a lot of wine bottles, industrial alcohol, kerosene, thin cotton cloth, and the like.

Kenmei Isayama was going to use these things to make something that was famous during World War II and was nicknamed "Molotov cocktail" by soldiers. This stuff was even used as an anti-tank weapon.

In layman's terms, it's a kind of Molotov cocktail filled with flammable and explosive liquid. Once the bottle breaks, it will instantly ignite and generate a temperature of 800 degrees Celsius, which can melt even thin metal sheets.

It's a very simple tool, but it's extremely practical.

Shuangye's friendly reminder: Good wine goes well with good porridge, but don't overindulge!

There are also some items that can be used outdoors, such as binoculars, nightlights, wilderness survival tools, fire axes, entrenching tools, and raincoats, which are suitable for working in rainy weather.

However, these were just appetizers. The real killer was the stuff that Kenmei Isayama had delivered to his rented warehouse.

Also a main battle weapon

After Kenmei Isayama hailed a taxi home, he brought back the things he had bought.

Put it in my own home.

After disguising themselves, they hurriedly went out again and, after more than an hour's journey, arrived at a warehouse in the port area.

Under the cover of night, Kenmei Isayama, empty-handed, opened the door and went inside. Five minutes later, he came out empty-handed again.

However, the items that were originally stored in the warehouse have been taken away by Kenmei Isayama using the system's backpack.

After finishing this task, Kenmei Isayama appeared very relaxed and even had time to go to a convenience store to buy some snacks.

After returning home, Kenmei Isayama unloaded all the contents of his backpack, which was already showing as full, into a normally empty room upstairs.

Nearly twenty short, stout, yellow steel cylinders, each weighing thirty kilograms, appeared neatly arranged in front of Kenmei Isayama.

Especially with the flammable and explosive danger signs engraved on them, these metal products immediately exude a sense of intimidation.

These are household gas cylinders, usually used by small restaurants for cooking.

However, sometimes when we're not careful, gas cylinders can become extremely dangerous and cause very serious accidents. Countless tragedies have been caused by this.

Simple data can intuitively demonstrate the power of a gas cylinder: the explosive force of a household gas cylinder is equivalent to 150 kilograms of TNT.

So buying a small quantity is fine, but buying a large quantity becomes very troublesome. Normally, it's impossible for a single household to own this many items at once. Kenmei Isayama paid someone anonymously to place the order and have it delivered to this warehouse.

Then he personally handled the transfer.

He will not make any changes to the ten gas cylinders, leaving them as they are. He has a different purpose for the remaining ten. He will first drain the gas from the cylinders to make them empty, and then put the cooked "porridge" into them.

They can make "gas cylinder" mortars, and then fire five mortars in quick succession to bombard the village.

Using the most basic methods to deal the highest damage is somewhat similar to the legendary "heartless cannon." It's just a bit of a pain; the thought of cutting through such a hard canister is exhilarating.

With items like Molotov cocktails, explosives, and "gas canister" howitzers that can instantly generate temperatures of 800 degrees Celsius, Kenmei Isayama's fear of insufficient firepower was greatly relieved; it's always good to have more.

Kenmei Isayama looked at the gas cylinders, the Laiyang Steel Plant displayed on the labels, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You damned vengeful spirits, I'll show you what it's like to have a gas cylinder explode."

Chapter 37: Cipher is Justice!

In a world where there is never sunlight, endless nights and torrential rains are the main foundation.

But unlike the usual gloomy sky, a white object, barely visible to the naked eye, was flying overhead. Its silvery-white fuselage seemed to come from outer space, and a pair of electronic eyes faithfully watched the ground, transmitting images to a tablet not far away.

"Damn it, I feel disgusted no matter how many times I watch it."

Kenmei Isayama felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he looked at the images on the tablet.

Summarize it in one sentence.

"That village is alive."

The buildings and the ground were covered with countless grotesque and horrifying chunks of flesh.

Only the original wooden structure can be vaguely seen. There are watchtowers in the four corners of the village, which are also covered by this endless flesh and blood, intertwined like the roots of an old tree, as if they grew out of the ground.

Its surface resembled a skinned monkey corpse, with countless bulging blue veins and scarlet bloodstains that, instead of dimming under the washing of the black rain, became even more vivid. At the same time, it was breathing very rhythmically, and the crimson muscles brought a powerful and terrifying visual impact.

Just by looking directly at evil and bloodlust, these two kinds of malice seem to be overwhelming and trying to drag Kenmei Isayama down with him. Unimaginable resentment is wrapped around these ominous flesh and blood.

This is why Kenmei Isayama said this eerie village was alive. After looking at the images transmitted from the tablet for a while, he felt a sharp pain in his brain and couldn't look at it for long.

If Kenmei Isayama were to step into such a disgusting place, he would immediately vomit.

This made him incredibly grateful to be living in this era, where technology allowed Kenmei Isayama to know its entirety without having to personally set foot on this undeveloped land of Chu Nu.

As for the vengeful spirits that Kenmei Isayama was so concerned about, he observed at least thirty of them. They moved slowly among the fleshy buildings, like zombies in a horror movie, without interfering with each other. Even when they collided with each other, they would only let out a roar and then leave.

Kenmei Isayama has now set up a small campsite on the cliff where he and the vengeful spirit (hunter) perished together, and has erected a small tent to shelter from the rain.

Out of caution, he only used the lowest brightness night light, but it was enough for him to doodle on the paper.

"The entire village is three kilometers long and 1.7 to 1.8 kilometers wide, with a total of eighteen buildings and an exit in each of the four cardinal directions."

Kenmei Isayama sketched the images taken by the drone into simple patterns on a piece of paper.

"It can be divided into three areas."

He used the areas without flesh and blood as the dividing line. There were three areas without flesh and blood: one looked like an ancestral hall, one looked like a clan temple, and the last one looked like the most magnificent place.

Is this where the village chief lives?

Isayama Kenmei had never been there either.

So the first shot was fired right there.

Who makes it so unique?

In any case, Kenmei Isayama has no cost of trial and error. When he realizes that he has made an irreparable mistake, he simply slits his own throat and commits suicide to start a new game.

Moreover, logically speaking, the vengeful spirits living in such places should definitely be among the strongest, possessing the most points.

Two for the sake of caution

Kenmei Isayama drew two circles at this location, meaning that this place not only deserved to be attacked, but should be attacked severely.

As for places he considered ancestral halls and temples, he naturally wouldn't let them go.

Isayama Kenmei's plan is to massacre the entire village. The memorial archway for these old people who have been dead for countless years only has one sentence.

Just fry them, and then draw a circle around them.

Kenmei Isayama prepared a total of eight gas cylinder mortars. He has used four so far, and there are still four left. Not to mention, there are still more than a dozen unopened gas cylinders.

Sigh, is this the trouble of having plenty of ammunition?

Kenmei Isayama looked at the eighteen marked houses and realized that even one shell could leave several alive, but he didn't plan to bomb the dilapidated little courtyards.

That's too much of a condescension, let's just fry that.

Instead of bombing those places where many vengeful spirits gather, we used drones to move them around a bit and marked all the gathering places on the ground with grass maps.

Targets confirmed, a total of twenty-four attack points.

Kenmei Isayama first arranged for a wave of rockets to hit these vengeful spirits. He then took out eight "gas cylinder" mortars from his backpack and lined them up on the cliff.

The warhead is made from a discarded gas cylinder, filled with high-energy explosives personally formulated by Kenmei Isayama, and has an impact fuse welded to the head; the body is made from a thin water pipe, filled with some kind of explosive accelerant (???), the length of which can be freely adjusted, with a short pipe for short-range and a long pipe for long-range; four tail fins are added to the tail to keep the trajectory of the projectile stable.

You know what, it looks rough and the accuracy is impressive, but it has all the necessary structure of a shell. And this 300mm thick projectile has a propellant charge that rivals that of a large-caliber battleship gun. Even if it only flies one or two kilometers, it's enough to give these vengeful spirits a hard time.

The explosion of a gas cylinder can also cause terrifying damage from the high-strength steel shrapnel, like a shower of petals.

This is the principle of justice that Kenmei Isayama pursued!

First, adjust the pitch angle by adding a bolt; second, as for how to measure the pitch angle, an iPad will suffice, as it has a built-in pitch sensor. (I won't go into details.)

Kenmei Isayama adjusted the height of each of the gas cylinder mortars according to the coordinates drawn on his sketch, ensuring that they would not explode off course.

At the same time, the fuses of the eight gas cylinder mortars were simply made into one, which made it easier for Kenmei Isayama.

Once everything was ready, Kenmei Isayama didn't forget to raise the drone's altitude. If the drone, worth 180,000 yen, were lost due to accidental damage from artillery shells, it would be a huge loss.

"Alright, let's put it to the test and see what it's really like."

Despite lacking a third-party quality inspection certificate, Kenmei Isayama was confident in his craftsmanship, being a seasoned artisan.

"suddenly"

In the dim darkness, a blue flame rose from Kenmei Isayama's fingertips, illuminating his face.

"Let this be the battle song that heralds my path to becoming a powerful warrior."

"Sizzle."

The fuse, ignited by psionic fire, shot rapidly toward the "gas cylinder" mortar, gradually turning into an orange-red flame as the internal fuel ignited.

The next second, Kenmei Isayama felt a sudden light before his eyes.

Then, with a series of "bangs!", the metal impact produced eight explosions, culminating in a deafening roar like thunder.

Crack! The ground at the top of the cliff cracked open as if it had exploded from the recoil of the cannons.

Isayama Kenmei felt a sudden tremor beneath his feet. He waved his hand to disperse the billowing smoke and watched as eight objects, shimmering with orange-yellow light, pierced the tranquility of the night and fell to earth like shooting stars. A bright smile appeared on his face as he spread his arms as if enjoying the moment.

The continuous explosions dyed the entire sky the same color as the lava-covered earth. The eight dazzling flashes produced by these continuous and frenzied explosions were like cannon salutes illuminating this filthy world, a sacred light of purification.

Cleanse away all impurities!