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Chapter 467 What the hell is a dredger?
Half an hour later.
The representatives of the four clans, each accompanied by two attendants, totaling twelve people, met with Li Baitian in the main hall.
Darrens changed into a pure white priest's robe with gold trim, held a staff inlaid with holy light crystals, and looked solemn.
Bagher also put on his armor.
"Ready?" Li Baitian's gaze swept over the crowd.
"Let's get going!" Waldoron said with a hint of urgency.
The group boarded a bus, which sped along a wide underground passage.
Along the way, massive load-bearing columns gleamed with a cold metallic luster, and countless pipes intertwined in the dome, like the veins of this underground fortress.
After passing through multiple security checkpoints, the vehicle drove into a large elevator large enough to accommodate a passenger plane.
"Buzz—"
With a slight feeling of weightlessness, the elevator descended rapidly.
The commuter bus finally entered the portal plaza at the bottom level.
As soon as they got off the car, the twelve representatives of different races widened their eyes and looked around.
What comes into view is a soul-stirring torrent of steel!
The square was extremely vast, seemingly stretching as far as the eye could see.
A giant portal stood in the center, emanating a ghostly blue spatial fluctuation.
And in front of the portal.
One after another, heavy main battle tanks, fresh off the production line and painted in dark green camouflage, were being transported by trailers, their muscular gun barrels pointing straight at the sky.
Further on, there were densely packed self-propelled howitzers, multiple rocket launcher vehicles, Land Shield 2000, and so on.
Those honeycomb-shaped launch tubes looked as if they could spew out flames that could destroy everything at any moment.
A fleet of massive missile transport vehicles slowly drove by, their massive missiles resembling sleeping death itself.
In the sky, swarms of drones, flashing red and blue indicator lights and emitting a soft buzzing sound, flew into the portal in an orderly fashion.
A formation of fully armed Xia soldiers followed behind, marching in perfect unison.
The sound of their boots hitting the ground was like a heavy hammer, striking the heart of the alien representative again and again.
This is pure, extreme industrial violence aesthetics!
Darrens instinctively gripped his staff. He finally understood how the Great Xia had annihilated a massive demon army, achieving a feat that no other race on the Terra continent could accomplish.
In the face of such a colossal steel beast capable of destroying the world, the so-called flesh and blood body and the so-called magic are simply a joke!
Just as everyone was deeply impressed by Daxia Technology.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
A dull thud came from behind, and the ground trembled slightly.
Everyone turned to look.
Three adult dragons, led by an off-road guide vehicle, strode heavily into the square.
Originally a colossal creature that inspired fear in the entire continent of Terra.
Standing beside those missile vehicles that resembled a mountain of steel and the dense array of armored vehicles, it seemed rather frail.
The red dragon, representing the steel behemoths surrounding him, flashed a hint of human-like apprehension in its vertical pupils.
It unconsciously folded its large wings, trying to make itself appear less flamboyant.
Li Baitian is currently communicating with the officer in charge of guarding the teleportation gate.
After finishing the conversation, he turned around and said:
"Ladies and gentlemen, after passing through this final security checkpoint, you can proceed through the portal into the continent of Terra!"
The group snapped out of their daze and obediently accepted the inspection to prevent any prohibited items from being brought to Terra, including those in their spatial rings.
Finally, the group followed the torrent and stepped into the portal.
After passing through, the familiar two suns shone directly upon us.
Darrens raised his arm, the wide, gold-trimmed sleeves of his priest's robe blocking out the bright light.
A gentle breeze swept by, and the air was no longer filled with the constant, cold winds of the Arctic underground base, making these natives feel warm and cozy.
They were enveloped in intense heat, a mixture of pungent gunpowder smells, strong engine oil odors, and deafening roars.
The representatives of the four races, along with eight attendants and a massive three-headed dragon following behind, curiously surveyed their surroundings.
The place was bustling with people coming and going, a lively and vibrant scene!
The gray-white cement floor was covered with huge cracks, and the dark red dried bloodstains were mottled and glaring.
It silently tells the story of the brutal, meat-grinding battle that took place a few days ago.
But at this moment, there is not a trace of post-war despondency here.
On the left ahead, tens of thousands of Daxia engineering soldiers wearing yellow safety helmets are sweating profusely.
Heavy excavators swung their massive steel arms, sending dirt flying and their tracks crushing gravel with a sickening screeching sound.
Thick steel frames rose from the ground, and the concrete mixer truck roared as it poured grayish-white concrete into the formwork.
One after another, permanent defensive fortifications are growing rapidly at a visible pace.
In the distance, on an open field, a dozen massive land-based heavy artillery pieces were lined up, facing the endless sea.
Several maintenance workers from the Great Xia, dressed in work clothes covered in oil stains, were moving between the cannon barrel and the chassis, holding wrenches and welding torches.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the blinding blue and white arc light remained dazzling even in broad daylight.
Further away, under a huge makeshift sunshade, a great deal of noise was taking place.
Waldoron narrowed his pale blue elven eyes and gazed into the distance.
A giant weighbridge, more than ten meters long, was laid flat on the ground.
Several shirtless orc warriors were carrying a massive, fourth-tier demonized sawtooth wolf carcass, slamming it heavily onto the weighbridge.
A dull thud was heard.
A quartermaster from the Great Xia Dynasty, wearing black-rimmed glasses, was registering quantities and shouting through a megaphone:
"A fourth-tier sawtooth wolf, 80% intact, weighing three tons!"
The orc warriors chuckled, seemingly already seeing their customized weapons beckoning to them.
The Beast King said that whoever carries the most will receive the Great Xia's customized weapons first.
Rumbling--
A deep, chilling vibration came from afar, interrupting everyone's attention, and their eyes immediately followed the sound.
That's the direction of the endless sea.
The azure sea shimmered under the sunlight.
However, three enormous objects now lie across the once smooth coastline.
Three uniquely shaped, mountain-sized steel ships are quietly floating in the near sea.
They have no artillery, no missiles.
A massive, indescribably thick metal pipe protruded from the bow, plunging straight into the deep seabed.
Accompanied by the deafening roar of the engine.
At the ends of the three pipes, three enormous jets of blackish-yellow mud and sand gushed out!
Mud and sand shot into the sky, drawing huge parabolas in mid-air, like three roaring, yellowish-brown mud dragons, crashing heavily onto the shallow beach near the shore.
Mud and water splashed everywhere, and the seawater was frantically pushed back.
Vast tracts of newly formed land are forcibly carving out their own space in the sea at a visible speed!
"Mr. Li... Mr. Li..."
Waldorlon stretched out his hand and pointed to the three giant ships on the shore that were constantly spewing mud and sand.
"What is that?"
Li Baitian followed their gaze and said:
"Oh, that one."
"That's a cutter suction dredger made in our Great Xia."
Cutter suction dredger?
Everyone looked bewildered; this word was beyond their comprehension.
Bagl scratched his fiery red beard.
"A dredger? What for? To make bricks?"