The big guy disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

All those who came to support were also assigned to their respective posts.

Before leaving, West gave Ron a mechanical ball and told him that if he was in danger, he would crush it.

Ron took the mechanical ball, curious to see what it was.

But this was given to him by West to save his life.

He couldn't have studied blindly.

After putting his things away, Ron followed the people in the fortress to the mechanical maintenance department.

They are mechanics, and they really don't have to go to the frontal battlefield.

Ride the huge elevator.

It took them a full fifteen minutes to leave the inside of the fortress.

As soon as they reached the ground, they heard the roar of artillery fire.

Ron looked up.

Boy.

This steel fortress is perfectly in line with the philosophy of the Cult of the Mechanicus.

Big is beautiful, more is good.

The caliber is both righteous, and the range is the truth.

Inside the entire fortress, thousands of huge cannons are densely erected, all of which are cannon muzzles at a glance, and the caliber of the main guns of the fortress even reaches dozens of meters.

Who can stand this cannon?

It's not just Ron who was shocked.

People who had never been here were all shocked by the sight inside the fortress at this moment.

"Okay, don't look at it, you can see the vomit in the future, follow me to the place where you are responsible for it first."

The group was quickly assigned to their respective positions.

Basically everyone is responsible for a giant cannon.

Ron was also taken inside a cannon turret to hand over to the original leader.

"You guys are here, I've been here alone for half a month, and I can finally rest for a while."

When the original person in charge saw Ron, it was like seeing a relative.

"Hello, my name is Ron, I was only promoted to mechanic yesterday, and I was sent to support today, I don't know much about many things, please advise."

Ron said politely.

At the moment, if you don't understand this kind of thing, if people want to dig some holes for you, you won't be able to find out.

So the attitude is better, and people are willing to tell you more.

"Don't be so polite, what to say, in fact, it's very simple to be responsible for the maintenance of the giant cannon here.

With our professional ability, there is no problem at all, just remember a few points. ”

The other party felt very comfortable seeing Ron so polite, and was willing to mention it.

He explained the role of various machinery and equipment here, the problems related to maintenance, and some precautions and how to operate in an emergency.

As long as you're not a fool, or fooling around here, nothing will happen at all.

"Okay, I'll go first, I'll take over your shift in ten days, you can go to sleep in your room when you're fine, but I don't think you can sleep either.

When you get bored, you go to the top of the fort and take a look at the scenery, except that it is too noisy, it is actually a good place. ”

After the other party finished speaking, he left the battery.

Ron was the only one left in the huge mechanical structure inside the entire turret.

According to the other side.

No one will come here.

Except for the people in the mechanical department of the fortress, no one else was allowed to enter the inside of the battery at all.

"It's good that no one is bothering."

Ron felt good about it, and he wouldn't be comfortable if there were so many people here.

The cannon at the moment is working well.

There is no wear and tear problem with the extraordinary machinery.

The reason why they are needed to come over to support is that every time the giant cannon fires, it may be counterattacked.

That's right.

That is, after the cannon hits the target, it will be counterattacked by the target, resulting in damage.

Although the odds are not high, if you fire a hundred and eighty shots, you will always encounter one.

Nothing at the moment.

Ron climbed the stairs to the top of the battery.

Standing here, you can see the view of the muzzle of the giant cannon and a small part of the fortress.

But at this moment, Ron is not concerned about the muzzle and the fortress, but the situation in the outside world.

The words Storm Sea Fortress make people feel that this fortress is by the sea.

But in reality, there is no sea here.

Only endless Void Storms and countless Realm Waves.

The Storm Sea Fortress was like a nail, nailed to the Endless Void, blocking everything.

Let's be honest.

If you don't see these pictures with your own eyes, you can't understand the horror of the void just by reading the descriptions in the books.

The overlapping realms were like monstrous waves, slamming against the barrier of the fortress.

You must know that each realm is like a small world, and there may be no matter in it, but the volume will not be less than a principality.

And a realm like this, stacked on top of each other, blowing things in the Void Storm, constantly impacting the fortress, how terrifying its power is.

But even so.

But the Storm Sea Fortress has always been here, standing still.

It was hard for Ron to imagine how this fortress was built and why it was so terrifying.

At this time.

The cannon under his feet activated.

The muzzle of the cannon shifted direction, and a force that made his heart palpitate began to gather.

Rumble!

A black-purple light shot out of the cannon.

Outside the fortress barrier in the distance, a strange creature crawled out of a realm.

Three heads, with a centipede-like body, but instead of feet, the sides of the body have large pincers like a crab.

As soon as this strange creature crawled out, it ate a solid shot.

Moment.

Its body exploded, tearing apart even the surrounding realm, creating a vortex of space debris.

See the power of this cannon.

Ron was a little tickled.

This firepower, it's okay.

I really want to move it away, but I can't say that this power is absolutely unacceptable.

Click......

At this time, a crack appeared in the fortress barrier above Ron's head.

Some of the strange beings in the Shattered Realm passed through the rifts in the barrier and entered the fortress.

Although this crack was quickly repaired.

But there are still a lot of strange beings rushing in.

Ron didn't panic at all as he looked at the strange life floating down above his head.

He didn't even have the idea to make a move.

When these strange beings were still 10 meters away from Ron, they were blocked by an invisible transparent shield.

This is the shield, the shield of the Cannon Battery.

The defense is no lower than the defense of the barrier overhead, so there is no need to be afraid at all.

As for those strange lifeforms, after falling to the ground, the transcendents in charge of this area also rushed over.

"Charge!"

The knight, dressed in armor and shield, slammed into him first.

The warriors in the rear followed, attacking the strange life.

The strange life in the distance wanted to rush over when it saw the person, but was blocked by the arcane mage behind them.

Walls of fire rose and divided the battlefield.

Just when the strange life was about to attack, darkness suddenly descended.

The Assassin leaps in the shadows, harvesting strange life.

It took less than five minutes before and after.

The strange life that fell from the crack was all solved, leaving only one place of extraordinary materials.

At this time, a machine truck appeared in the adjacent building.

The robotic arm constantly grabs the corpses of strange creatures, and the vacuum cleaner-like pipes clean up all kinds of liquid and broken tissue left on the surrounding ground.

After the mechanical truck leaves, the ground returns to its original state.

There is no indication that there has been a battle here.

"Awesome, this has formed an assembly line operation."

After reading it, Ron was convinced.

It's obvious.

Whether it's a slight crack in the barrier, or a strange life being cleaned up after it falls, it's actually a set of processes.

Such a huge fortress must consume astronomical resources every day.

Where does the money come from to buy these resources?

Denominational apportionment?

Don't make a fuss, it's okay for two days a day, and it's okay for ten days and half a month.

But if it becomes decades, centuries, or even millennia.

None of the denominations could hold on.

Therefore, the fortress can only think of its own way, and this solution is the transcendent material of the strange life in the void.

These transcendent materials are much better than those found on transcendent beings in the real world.

Occasionally, some weird creatures come in, and they are arranging personnel to clean up, and in the end they will become materials.

The people involved in the cleanup have money to take.

The fortress sold these materials and had the funds.

Win-win.

"This is also a supply base for extraordinary materials, otherwise so many extraordinary people, how can they be enough for that extraordinary material in the real world."

Ron stood on the turret and watched for a long time, and he could be regarded as figuring out the situation here.

Back inside the casemate.

He came to the lounge, sat down in a chair, and continued to think about the things of the taboo.

The interior of the sprawling fortress base.

In the Strange Life Material Processing Department, a group of transcendents are decomposing the corpses of strange beings.

Pick out the useful ones, throw the useless ones aside, and wait for them all to be smelted and burned.

One of them was also an extraordinary person who had just come here to support, and he had broken down a material.

He sensed something was wrong with the material.

"What is this?"

As a pharmacist, although he has not dissected the corpses of strange beings on the spot, he understands the effect of the materials in these corpses.

And this material he just picked out.

It didn't feel right to him.

But he couldn't tell what was wrong.