166 Do Not Waste Mana (1/2)

”Hoo loo loo…”

A red-eyed Gnome who was corrupted by the Ancient Gods charged at Peasant, who was guarding the door.

A few large Kite Shields and Winterfell Standard Square Shields were braced in front of the Control Room. The Gnomes were behind the shields wielding Short Swords. They closed their eyes and stabbed outside using the gaps between the shields.

The gamers' tactic worked out. After ten minutes, the monsters weren't able to get past them.

In the Control Room, a Gnome was gaping at Hemp Rope Technology, who was using the tools to adjust the machine. Then Hemp Rope Technology kicked at the machine and used the tools to hammer the machine.

”Great!”

After a series of strange adjustments to the machine, Hemp Rope Technology threw the tool aside and said, ”D*mn, I thought it was an engine, but the difference is huge. I'll research this later. Let's see if this works.”

The Gnome was looking at Hemp Rope Technology as though he were a fool, but he had no other choice except to infuse Mana into the Magical Core and machine.

”Hum—!”

The Magical Core was ignited by Mana and emitted droning sounds like a motor engine.

The Mana provided by the Magical Core made the large machine hum to life.

The large machine started vibrating.

”Success… it works?”

The Gnome looked in disbelief at the machine and then Hemp Rope Technology.

”What do we do next? Can it fly?”

NotWearingPants had just finished asking when the Airship started quaking violently. The gamers were thrown off balance and fell to the ground.

The braced shields also collapsed.

The attacking monsters outside the Control Room also lost their balance due to the sudden jerking of the Airship.

The Airship lifted unsteadily as it roared to life. As the propulsion of the Airship was activated, the Trident was also lifted, and the gray Mana mist dissipated.

It was like a flying device breaking out of the clouds. The Airship was a prominent object in the sky above the battlefield.

Thunderous cheers erupted below the Airship.

”Let's go! Warriors! You've completed an impossible mission! Let's return to the deck and control the Magic Cannons!” the Gnome shouted.

”Wait, what about the rewards?”

NotWearingPants tugged at the Gnome.

”When the battle ends, you'll have your well-deserved rewards. Warriors, the Merchant Alliance will not treat you unfairly.” the Gnome said solemnly.

”How do we get out?”

Peasant looked tired as he gazed at the newly corrupted monsters that were advancing. Though the number was less than the monsters below, there were at least a hundred monsters, while there were only eleven of them. Twelve if the NPC Gnome was included.

To defeat them and access the deck was a challenging task.

The Gnome NPC took out a metal stick and ignited it using Mana. Then he put it in his mouth and took out a hand-held Magic Machine Gun. He puffed out a mushroom cloud and said with determination, ”Follow me, warriors. I hope the damaged Airship is able to hold.”

…

Dragonborn received a hero's cheering, but only for a while. When the Airship was shot by the Trident and crashed with a gray Mana mist, he realized that victory was slipping away.

Their trump card, which was the Airship, was shot down by a gigantic Trident. The ensuing battle depended on the gamers and the NPCs. It would be extremely difficult for them to win if there were no changes to the Plot.