All Chapters of Ashbone: The Record of Burning Heaven: Chapter 221
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Chapter 222: Standardized Violence
The Smithing Hall smelled of burnt fur and high-voltage ozone. Su Qing covered her eyes, peering through her fingers. Little Mo was vomiting quietly in a bucket in the corner. On the stone slab, the one-eyed spirit wolf was strapped down with iron chains. It wasn't dead. It was... being reconfigured. Lin Jin stood over the beast. His chest cavity was open, the heat from his internal forge radiating outward like a blast furnace. He held a red-hot iron rib in one hand and a spool of copper wire in the other. "Stop squirming," Lin Jin told the wolf. " anesthesia is expensive. I'm using the manual override." He jammed a needle into the wolf’s spine. THWACK. The wolf went rigid. Its eyes rolled back. "Nerve block," Lin Jin explained to his terrified audience. "Now, observe. The problem with biological units is fragility. Bones break. Muscle tears. But steel..." He picked up the mechanism from the broken ballista Little Mo had scavenged. It was a heavy, rusted spring-loader
Chapter 223: Planned Obsolescence
The Black Cloud Market was usually a place of dignified haggling. Cultivators would sip tea, examine the spiritual grain of a blade, and discuss the history of the ore for hours before making a purchase. Today, it looked like a riot in a soup kitchen. Senior Brother Zhao stood on top of a wooden crate, sweating profusely. His silk robes were disheveled. He was holding a sack of Spirit Stones so full it looked like it was about to burst. "One stone! One sword!" Zhao screamed, waving a grey, unpolished blade in the air. "No haggling! No refunds! If it breaks, buy another one!" A crowd of low-level cultivators—rogue practitioners, mercenaries, and poor sect disciples—swarmed him. "Give me five!" "I'll take a bundle! My sect needs training swords!" "Is it true they are made of star-iron?" "Who cares? It's sharper than a hoe and costs less than a lunch!" Zhao tossed the swords into the crowd like he was feeding pigeons. Clang. Clang. Clang. Coins and spirit stones rained down on
Chapter 224: The Great Equalizer
The device on the workbench didn't look like a sword. It looked like a brick that had mated with a stovepipe. It was ugly. Heavy. Blocky. The barrel was bored from a solid bar of Deep-Sea Iron. The receiver was a welded box of scrap metal. The grip was wrapped in rough leather. There was no elegance, no flowing lines, no spiritual inscriptions. Su Qing held it with trembling hands. It weighed twenty pounds. "Elder Furnace," she asked, struggling to keep the muzzle up. "How do I swing this?" "You don't swing it," Lin Jin adjusted a screw on the side of the weapon. His optical sensors were zoomed in on the firing pin—a modified chisel driven by a high-tension spring. "You point." Little Mo was busy in the corner, wearing a mask. She was grinding Corpse-Explosion Stones into a fine powder, mixing it with crushed charcoal and sulfur. The propellant. It wasn't black powder. It was "Angry Dirt." It burned with a green flash and expanded with enough force to crack stone. "Physics L
Chapter 225: Hostile Takeover
The sound wasn't a bang. It was a zipper tearing the sky open. BRRRRRRRRRRRRT. Lin Jin’s arm-cannon spun. The barrel was a blur of red-hot iron. Spent brass casings poured out of his elbow port like a waterfall of gold coins, clinking onto the stone courtyard. Sect Master Bai of the White Bone Sect screamed. He held up his massive bone cleaver—a High-Tier Spirit Weapon forged from the spine of a flood dragon—to block the stream of lead. Against a sword, it was invincible. Against a continuous stream of high-velocity slugs impacting at 3,000 rounds per minute, it was temporary. Ping-ping-ping-CRACK. In three seconds, the cleaver shattered. The bone fragments exploded outward. "My treasure!" Bai howled, his Qi flaring white. "Diamond Body! Indestructible!" He crossed his arms over his chest. His skin turned into a mirror-like substance. The bullets hit him. They didn't penetrate instantly. They flattened. They sparked. They pushed him backward. Bai’s feet dug furrows into
Chapter 226: The V8 Spirit-Combustion Engine
The White Bone Boat didn't look like a boat anymore. It looked like a castle that had been armored for a riot. The elegant, bleached-white ribs of the hull were gone, covered in jagged plates of black Deep-Sea Iron. The ghostly sails were ripped down. In their place, a forest of exhaust pipes jutted into the sky like organ pipes. Lin Jin stood in the newly carved "Engine Room"—formerly the cargo hold where the White Bone Sect kept their slaves. It was hot. Noisy. Filled with the smell of burning sulfur. "Physics Lesson 236," Lin Jin wiped grease onto his metal chest. "Internal Combustion." In front of him sat the monster he had built over the last week. It wasn't a formation. It wasn't a talisman. It was an engine. A V8 Spirit-Combustion Engine. The cylinders were cast from melted cauldrons. The pistons were carved from the femurs of a Tier-3 Stone Ape. The fuel lines were copper veins harvested from high-level zombies. "Elder Furnace," Su Qing shouted over the noise of the
Chapter 227: The Scavenger King
The Dreadnought didn't land. It crashed with style. The massive iron treads hit the floor of the Star-Fall Abyss, crushing the remains of a thousand-year-old palace. Stone pillars snapped like twigs under the weight of the V8 Spirit-Combustion Engine. THUD. Dust, purple lightning, and the screams of crushed ghosts billowed out. Lin Jin stood on the loading ramp as it lowered. He looked like a nightmare. His upper body was black void-steel, glowing with the heat of the internal forge. His lower body was the rotting, stitched-together legs of a giant zombie. In his hand, he held a weapon he had forged during the trip: The Chain-Cleaver. It was a massive slab of iron with a rotating loop of serrated shark teeth on the edge, powered by a small combustion motor. Revvvvv. The chain spun. It screamed. "Stay with the ship," Lin Jin ordered Su Qing. "Keep the engine idling. If anything tries to eat the hull, electrify the skin." "Yes, Captain!" Su Qing pulled the lever, energizing t
Chapter 228: The Titan’s Grave
Gravity in the Star-Fall Abyss was merely a suggestion. The Dreadnought rumbled forward, its iron treads chewing up a path of floating rocks. Sometimes the ship was horizontal. Sometimes it was vertical. Su Qing gripped the bone wheel, her face pale as she navigated a spiral of shattered islands that defied up and down. Lin Jin sat on the prow, welding a loose plate. His zombie legs were rotting faster. The high-altitude radiation and the stress of the V8 engine’s vibrations were turning the meat into sludge. "Inefficient," Lin Jin muttered, kicking a piece of his own falling shinbone off the deck. "I am leaking fluid. It is unprofessional." Zero sat next to him, dangling her legs over the abyss. Her three pet spiders—Stab, Poke, and Ouch—were knitting a web in the corner to catch stray lightning bugs. "Papa," Zero pointed into the purple fog. "Big man." Lin Jin looked up. His sensors recalibrated for scale. It wasn't a mountain range ahead. It was a Ribcage. They were ente
Chapter 229: Indigestion
The mouth of the Titan was not a cave. It was a canyon lined with teeth the size of skyscrapers. Lin Jin sprinted down the center of the tongue—a petrified highway of grey muscle that stretched for miles into the darkness of the throat. His new legs, the [Atlas-Breaker] heavy lifters, pounded the stone flesh. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Each step covered twenty meters. The hydraulic pistons hissed, venting steam that smelled of ancient hydraulic fluid and fresh ozone. He was moving at eighty miles per hour. A twenty-five-foot-tall centaur of destruction. "The radiation is spiking!" Little Mo screamed over the comms. "Geiger counter is spinning! It's over 9000 roentgens!" "Physics Lesson 241," Lin Jin roared, smashing through a calcified saliva gland that blocked the path. "Critical Mass." Ahead, deep in the throat, a blue light pulsed. The tail section of the Grave-Digger was lodged in the Titan's esophagus. The reactor inside was glowing so bright it was turning the surrounding bone
Chapter 230: The Heart Transplant
The Dreadnought limped into a canyon of jagged obsidian, dragging the reactor core behind it like a ball and chain. Su Qing cut the engines. CHUG-CHUG-Hiss. The V8 Spirit-Combustion Engine died. Silence returned to the Abyss, broken only by the crackle of purple lightning and the low, dangerous hum of the reactor sitting in the dust. Lin Jin dragged himself to the loading ramp. He was currently a torso mounted on a dolly. Little Mo was pushing him. "This is undignified," Lin Jin muttered. "I am a Warlord. I am a Terror. I am being pushed like a sack of potatoes." "We ran out of spare zombie legs, Elder," Little Mo panted. "And the Titan ate your big ones." They stopped in front of the reactor. It was cooling, but it was still hot enough to vitrify the sand around it. The casing was cracked, revealing the pulsing blue plasma inside. It was the heart of a starship. A Micro-Fusion Core. Capable of powering a city for a hundred years. "Zero," Lin Jin asked the girl sitting on
Chapter 231: Unrestricted Output
The Star-Fall Abyss was deep. It was a gravity well where light went to die.But today, a new sun was rising from the bottom.It wasn't yellow or red. It was a blinding, electric Blue.A blue that hissed. A blue that tasted like metal on the tongue.Lin Jin climbed the vertical cliff face of the abyss.His four new legs—massive, hydraulic scythes made of Titan bone and Deep-Sea Iron—stabbed into the rock.CRUNCH. CRUNCH. CRUNCH.He didn't need to rest. He didn't need to recharge. The Fusion Core in his chest was humming at 0.01% capacity, and even that was enough to generate a magnetic field that pushed the falling rocks away from him.Behind him, attached by a thick steel cable, hung the [Dreadnought].The massive iron ship, heavy with loot and the V8 engine, was dangling like a toy.Lin Jin was towing it.Vertical towing. Against gravity."Faster, Papa!" Zero sat on his shoulder, wearing welding goggles she had found. "The spiders are getting dizzy!""Engaging climbing gears," Lin J