Among all the laws of the World Government, the statement that "World Nobless possess all privileges in the world" is placed first.
In other words, Celestial Dragons don't need to go crazy like Homelander.
Legally, they are in a state where they can do whatever they want.
Now that Blake wanted to visit the Mechanical Heart, others naturally couldn't stop him.
Under the guidance of Dr. Carson, Blake gradually went deeper into the Mechanical Heart, while Vice Admiral Remus led his team to guard the entrance.
Underfoot were rusty metal grid pathways, and on both sides were piles of component wreckage resembling mountains.
The air was cold, carrying a strong metallic scent.
Blake looked around curiously, thinking to himself:
"Indeed, the style of the Great Kingdom is completely different from the current sea."
"Current naval warfare is still dominated by flintlocks, cannons, and sailing ships from the Age of Exploration."
"Eight hundred years ago, they had already built an island that looked like steampunk."
Finally, they stopped in a huge circular open space, surrounded by many instruments and equipment that were still operating.
Blake glanced around and immediately recognized that this should be the main activity area for researchers.
For three hundred years, they must have been wiping rust off those mechanical creations here.
In the center of the open space stood the most massive mechanical structure on the entire island.
A huge, perforated metal casing lay there, looking like a collapsed boiler.
One end was connected to a broken conveyor belt, and the other end extended a bent metal arm, with a square grab bucket hanging from it.
Alright, alright, the answer to the question has finally appeared.
The excavator school is clearly stronger at the Mechanical Heart.
Blake stood beneath this machine, which was hundreds of meters tall, gazing up at this gigantic mechanical ruin.
Hmm... I really can't tell what this is used for.
Blake speculated that when this thing was intact, it should have first used the grab bucket to pick up certain items, then transported them via the conveyor belt into that "boiler."
They walked halfway around the large boiler, arriving at a passage leading into the boiler's interior.
Dr. Carson began his explanation, his voice echoing in the spacious metal corridor:
"Saint Blake, according to our research, this is likely the core base of some kind of... large-scale energy conversion device."
"So it really is a boiler?"
Blake's question made Dr. Carson speechless for a moment, his face instantly flushing red.
Although the general technological level on the high seas is very low, some forces do possess extremely strong technological capabilities.
Dr. Carson, being well-informed, naturally knew what a boiler was.
If this sentence had come from one of his subordinate researchers, Dr. Carson would have inevitably erupted in an angry reprimand.
How could such a magnificent engineering marvel be called a "boiler"?!
But the person in front of him was a Celestial Dragon, whom he couldn't afford to offend.
Seeing that the other party couldn't speak, Blake didn't intend to press further, his gaze calmly sweeping over this steel relic.
After a while, Dr. Carson seemed to have finally completed his mental preparation.
He took a deep breath and continued to introduce:
"For these hundreds of years, we can still only understand some of its basic structural principles..."
Blake nodded; he understood.
In other words, Dr. Carson and his predecessors, after more than three hundred years of research, achieved the ability to disassemble and reassemble a part of this boiler's outer casing.
That's not bad; at least it's not like the toys Blake played with as a child, where every time he took them apart and put them back together, a few parts would mysteriously be left over.
The group continued forward, walking for a while longer, and completely entered the internal space of the metal ruins.
The entire space was a huge cylinder, and they were currently standing on a staircase clinging to the wall, which spiraled upwards to the top.
Suddenly, a beam of light attracted everyone's attention.
About a hundred meters high in front, a huge blue crystal was embedded.
The crystal was rhomboid in shape, as large as a small sailboat.
Unlike the cold metallic feel of its surroundings, the inside of this crystal seemed to have a liquid-like brilliance slowly flowing, emitting a constant and soft glow.
Blake frowned; he felt a slight tremor in the power within him, as if it had developed some kind of longing for this crystal.
But when he tried to sense it carefully, that impulse to rush forward disappeared.
"What's going on?"
Blake gazed at the blue crystal, the rambling introduction of Dr. Carson still reaching his ears, but he paid no attention.
Blake was not the kind of person who, feeling an anomaly but failing to find it, would dismiss it as an illusion.
He was certain that the longing from his body at that moment was real.
That was definitely not an illusion; he just hadn't found the reason yet.
However, it didn't matter if he hadn't found it, because he was a Celestial Dragon.
When Dr. Carson's introduction came to an end, Blake raised his hand and pointed at the crystal:
"So, what is this thing for?"
Dr. Carson's face immediately showed embarrassment:
"Well... this..."
After much hesitation, he finally admitted:
"I'm very sorry, Saint Blake."
"We... haven't fully understood it yet."
Blake nodded slightly; this was somewhat within his expectations:
"Understood."
"In that case, take it down."
"My sanctuary just happens to be missing a sufficiently substantial decoration."
This was indeed very substantial.
It was only because the sanctuary was large enough; otherwise, with the weight of this... this piece... this crystal, an ordinary ship really couldn't carry it.
Let alone use it as a decoration.
That's right, what should a Celestial Dragon do when he sees something good?
More than twenty years of life hadn't taught Blake much, only four words—if you like it, take it!
What I fancy is mine, perfectly fitting the world's stereotype of a Celestial Dragon.
As soon as Blake uttered these words, the air in the room seemed to solidify.
"This... Saint Blake, about this matter... shouldn't we discuss it again?"
Dr. Carson's voice trembled.
Blake turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow:
"Is there a problem?"
His expression remained unchanged, as if he were genuinely asking.
Dr. Carson gritted his teeth and still answered under pressure:
"Saint Blake, this crystal is like a part of this structure itself; it cannot be removed."
"Is that so?"
Hearing this, Blake seemed even more interested:
"So you've spent over three hundred years just to prove that this thing can't be removed?"
Before Dr. Carson and the researchers behind him could sink into feelings of shame, Blake took a few steps forward:
"Since your methods are ineffective..."
"Then, let's try mine."
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