Brown Beard is willing to swear in the name of Lord Demon God that he's never seen such an exaggerated machine in his life.
The iron beast roars deafeningly and, in less than half an hour, hauls dozens of coal-filled carriage trucks from the depths of the mine to the surface.
The only downside is that the dust is choking; by the time he emerged from the mine, he had turned into a piece of coal.
Moreover, perhaps inhaling too much coal dust, he fainted several times midway, his head aching as if he were hungover.
Of course, these downsides are not considered drawbacks for the undead, as they don't need to breathe—merely skeleton frames.
He jumped down from behind the iron beast's head and stared at it in amazement, circling it a few times, and tapping it with speechless chatter.
"This... it's actually a steam engine! But why does it have wheels?! Unbelievable, you have brought ships onto land! How, how did you do it?"
