Barbaros, Northern Mountains, Old Stronghold.

Two Barbaros months later.

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In the blacksmith's shop, the blazing furnace was blazing, bright yellow and bright red splashing everywhere, and sparks burst from the furnace from time to time, flickering in the four fields of the room.

Several muscular men were wielding forged hammers with full attention, sparks flying, cutting through the air in the blacksmith's shop.

On the side of the crafting table, several others nervously assembled a tall piece of armor, the steel that made up the armor glistening under the gaze of the fire.

Next to this half-finished tall armor were several small pieces of armor that were much smaller than it, but had been completed, and the style was exactly the same.

Hades stood not far away, holding a drawing, looking up from time to time to inspect the assembly of the men.

The tall armor under construction is obviously not the size of ordinary people, and the armor that is more than 3 meters tall is standing in the room at this time, and it is even more majestic and tall under the height of the craftsmen.

It is a fully enclosed armor that Hades has transformed from the stylistic blueprints he stole from the southern alien lords, plus the technology brought by other submissive human realms.

This armor consisted of three layers, the first of which was the thickest, refined corrosion-resistant alloy, closed with metal at the joints, and the respiratory circulatory system was housed in between.

The second layer is a protective layer sewn from the leather of the alien lord provided by Hades, which is densely stitched and has many traces of tanning to prove the patience of the maker, and the joints have been specially thickened.

The third layer is a thick layer of cotton that has been repeatedly soaked in herbs, and if the first two layers do not work as well as they should, this layer will filter the poison gas at the last line of pay-off, providing the wearer with a final defensive barrier.

Of course, the third layer of herbal effects can also include hemostasis and euphoria.

On the outside of the armor is a breathing backpack, which is connected to the respiratory circulatory system, which uses the most effective filter material and the system of physical adsorption of poisonous gas particles that can be found so far.

Hades nervously and seriously checks every step of the assembler's operation, and if someone doesn't assemble what he expected, Hades will immediately ask them to start again.

There was no way, Hades still couldn't touch the machinery at the moment, so he had to compress the black domain to a minimum, and then stand aside and direct the movements of others.

And because of the Black Domain, the closed armor made for Hades did not have an electronically driven respiratory circulatory system, so he could only use the most rudimentary filter, and then inhale the air himself.

As for the other pieces of guard armor, there was no second layer, and the alien lord leather brought by Hades was not enough, and he was only allowed to sew two.

Hades remembers the apparently startled reaction of the craftsmen around him when he took the leather out of his bag.

It is true that not everyone can accept Hades's proposal.

For this reason, Hades also went to briefly persuade Motarian.

Although Motarian is an extremely averse xenomorph proto, there is no perfect idealist on Barbarus, and only absolute pragmatists can survive tenaciously.

So when he realized the importance of the second layer of armor, Motarian also acquiesced to Hades's actions.

When the last piece of armor is completed for Mortarian, a total of seven pieces of armor will be uniformly sprayed with anticorrosive paint and plated with a layer of metal.

Finally, a simple double scythe-sculpting decoration would be fastened to the shoulders of the armor, thus completing these specially made, fully enclosed armors.

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In addition to the blacksmith shop supervised by Hades, the rest of the blacksmith shop in the old stronghold was also in full swing, and countless guns and artillery were made to make up for the losses at the front.

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Barbaros, Northern Mountains, Alien Lord Nacre's Domain, Plains Below.

Right now.

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Countless cannons roared, and the billowing flames trembled and bloomed on the ground.

The corpses of the puppets were splashing, and the pieces of corpses streaked through the air and slammed back into the ground.

Countless low-speed vehicles were overturned, and the golems in them were directly shaken into loose pulp.

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Then, there was the sound of a blade slashing.

Motarian was the first to charge into the fleeing group of golems, swinging his scythe wide open, each swing a bloody wind, each swing accompanied by the wails of the enemy.

Around him, corpses made up of suture puppets were scattered all over the place, corpses on top of each other, organs piled on organs, blood splattered, corpse fluid everywhere.

The Death Guards also rushed forward, following in Motarion's footsteps, and for a moment the scythes staggered, the flames blazing, and countless golems howled and were decapitated.

Except for the wails of fleeing enemies, the sound of blades cutting through the air, the roar of muskets, and the sound of running stampedes, there was no other sound on the battlefield at this moment.

Yes, the death guards are silently and orderly carrying out their slaughter, their harvesting work.

The silent dance of the harvest blooms on the poisonous plains, and the dead are its necessary sacrifices.

When the last golem's head swirled and fell, when the last Death Guard put away its sharp scythe—

Wordless silence and joy enveloped the battlefield at the same time.

This is yet another victory to celebrate.

According to the intelligence map sent from the front line, Motarian led the Death Guards and successfully cut off all the supply lines of the alien lord Nacre.

Those supply lines are like blood-sucking nematodes, constantly sucking the blood of the people of Barbarus, and countless lives of the people of Barbaros are drained by these greedy monsters.

But it's all coming to an end.

The current situation of the oppression of Barbarus, the current situation of the exploitation of Barbarus for thousands of years, the history of Barbaros being ruled by aliens in shame......

It's coming to an end!

He, Motarian, will decapitate the last Xenolord and proclaim the victory of the Death Guard, the victory of the people of Barbarus!

With the last supply line cut off, and the last piece of armor forged in the rear, Motarian knew that time was running out for the Alien Lord Nacre.

The beat of the war is getting faster and faster, and the two sides are on the field, pressing everything and fighting for their lives.

The next time the soldiers meet, the next time the artillery roars, and in the shadow of the sword and sword, whose head is about to fall to the ground?

The game of fate is about to reach its first climax, everyone is in their places, and the curtain will be opened.

Can the game of the gods usher in a way to break the game?

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The Emperor's Dream.

Right now.

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"My lord, our advance party has discovered a planet called Barbarus."

"The advance team has discovered that there may be an heir of yours on this planet."

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