The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134 Corps Of Engineers

"It looks like it's all shale underneath the surface. If we cut the top layer away, we can make a nice ramp to the bridge." Karl called up to the others.

Hawk left his space and took off into the sky to survey their intended path, now that Karl seemed certain that this way would bring them across the river.

"Well, the remains of the blockage are a good height above the water now, so should we set a temporary bridge?" One of the students suggested.

"Not yet. We want it to be further from the water so that it doesn't wash away in the next rain. How many pickaxes and shovels do we have?" Karl called back.

"There's a whole bundle of each. I think that they were prepared for all the passengers on a trip to help out." Sister Betty called back.

"Sister Betty, you lovely, gentle and kind soul. Do you suppose that you could enchant these tools for us to help keep them from breaking when we work at full strength?" Karl asked with his best pleading voice, which had sometimes worked on the teachers at school.

The muscular cleric laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Of course I will. Divine Tool is one of the spells I am best with, and as I'm stronger than any of you with magic, you shouldn't be able to break the enchantment while digging." She replied.

The warrior began climbing the wire back up to the top, but Karl just took two running steps down the log and launched himself up the five metres to the point where he could walk safely.

"That is so cheating. Do you want a pick or a shovel? They will both cut through stone once I enhance them." The cleric asked as Karl made it back to her.

"I will keep the pick. Now, we just need to map out the route, so everyone knows where they're working toward." Karl explained.

Hawk circled back, and sent a pair of [Shred] attacks into the grass, leaving deep furrows in a straight line to the crossing.

"That works too. Turn that into a smooth slope, ending at least five metres above the water level as it is now, and it should be good. I think the water is still higher than normal, thanks to the storm, so it should be enough for the bridge to survive awhile."

Sister Betty took out the two bundles of tools and activated her spell, which made them glow with the same holy light as the guards' weapons during the battle at the railroad.

Karl moved near the edge of the cliff and swung the pick, shattering the stone and tossing it down the hill.

"That's too easy. I should take one of the larger shovels." He called back to the group, who smiled in impending victory.

Unfortunately for them, they didn't all have Karl's strength, so while he dug out large amounts of stone and the ground shook with every hit, most of the warriors didn't move much more than a shovel full.

They tossed it with ease, like loose cotton, but Karl's strength was making short work of the job while the others stood beside him.

"Wait, I have an idea. I know another spell called [Impact]. It sends vibrations through things, and I use it to knock targets over. If I use it on Karl's shovel, he can turn the whole slope to gravel." Sister Betty offered.

"Alright, everyone, please step back. I will see how well this works." Karl agreed.

The cleric added the spell, and Karl felt the possibility in the shovel as he hefted it. The vibration was directional, and proportionate to force. So, when he focused and put all his strength behind the hit, it should break up a large area at once.

Karl stepped halfway through their intended path, and carefully angled his strike.

The shockwave carried through the stone, and the hillside slid away, turning to gravel and piling up at the foot of the cliff. In a single strike, they were half done the work of creating their route.

There was just one problem. To create the slope they wanted, they would have to create far too much broken rock. The bus wasn't some extreme adventure vehicle, despite its wide and thick treaded tires. Steep angles didn't work for it, and Karl's second strike created a large amount of gravel with nowhere to go.

"Well, now we just need to move this gravel to the far side of the pile and finish the ramp. It should be a decent slope when we're finished." He informed the group.

He had plenty of logs on this side as well, and that gave him the idea.

[Thor, come here and work. I want you to toss a bunch of logs from this shore toward the bank directly opposite the ramp. Then I will dig a pit in the hill for material, and fill the gaps with stone. Once it's high enough, we will make a bridge deck.]

The happy Cerro came vanished into his space, then came back out with a happy trot, and immediately ran over to push a broken log toward the jam with his two upper horns.

A flick of his head tossed the broken log on top of the pile, though it strained his prodigious strength.

"I will get you the chain so you can pull them." Karl laughed, as he realized that his plan underestimated the weight of a full tree.

Thor shook his head, and went for smaller logs that had been shattered before their arrival. They would make good filler, Karl thought, and picked out a spot to begin digging gravel to throw into the pile.

The two of them worked well together, and after a while, even Rae came out to lend a hand, in her own way.

She made a silk harness for Thor, and then attached the logs to it with thick ropes of spider silk. The initial effort was exhausting for her, but once it was done, she just cut the rope, and then sprayed spit on the end, which caused it to liquify and mend around the next log.

Within the reach of the Bloodbath Spider, its web was a versatile magical tool, not just sticky silk.

That let Thor move some longer trees into position, accelerating the process, as Karl threw gravel at it from a spot upstream. It took them under an hour to have the ramp sorted out, and then it was time to work on the bridge deck.

Sister Betty clapped her hands to get the attention of the others as they finished making what she thought was a sturdy enough footing for the bridge.

"I have picked out four trees, all of them long enough to cross the river. Now, you need to do the hard work, gentlemen. Plane off the top third of each log, so we can place them to create a flat driving surface, and then we have to drag them into position."

"Got it sister. We're ready." The warriors called back, sweating with the exertion of digging ditches and reinforcing the gravel slope as much as possible for the last hour.