In an earthen city in the territory of Chen, hundreds of soldiers have blocked the water that has been deployed inside and outside the place.

There were no more inhabitants in the city, and there was no fire in the night except for the sergeants who kept vigil.

A workshop was built in the center of Tucheng, and only in this workshop there were more than 100 people busy.

These more than 100 people are craftsmen, craftsmen who cast weapons for Chen Guo. They forged bronze and forged soldiers in this earthen city, and they did not dare to stop.

Most of them were shirtless and sweaty, and although they were exhausted, they did not dare to rest, because they had to work all the time when their commander did not give an order.

Those who are disobedient will end up miserable and will be sent to the "Divine Soldier Division".

The weapons they are now forging are under the sole responsibility of the Divine Weapons Division. And the Divine Weapons Division not only determines what weapons they want to cast, but also determines their life and death!

A craftsman in his forties tugs hard at the bellows, and the fire was blazing in the stove. The copper water in the pot of copper burning was bubbling, and the mold on the side had already been prepared.

The dent of the mold was not a sword or a knife, but an object about a finger thick with spikes on the back, and there were dozens of such molds, and the things in them were all the same, except for different sizes.

The craftsmen know exactly what they're doing, and they're summoning the ghosts of the darkness to the world!

The molten copper is poured into the mold, then quenched with water, and the craftsman picks up the nail-like object with pliers, carefully trimming off the extra remnants of the edges and corners.

These objects are all part of the armor pieces on the bronze armor, and the three of them can create a complete divine soldier!

The magician presented a map of divine weapons to Lord Chen, and according to this map of divine weapons, an invincible army in the world could be created.

And this earth city is where the divine soldiers are cast for the lord of Chen Guo. And that divine weapon is not just a simple weapon, but a soldier with a living person!

The craftsmen measured the body data of the slaves, and then modeled according to these data to create the basic parts of the divine soldiers, and then the divine soldiers took over.

The Divine Weapon Division is the latest casting division established by the Chen State, and it has great power, and since the first Divine Soldier came out, it has completely won the trust of the Lord of the Chen State, and the Lord of the State has ordered to refine these Divine Weapons in large quantities at all costs.

Tucheng was a small city, but all of a sudden, it was attacked by bandits, and the whole city was slaughtered.

The lord of Chen ordered the city to be blockaded and no one was allowed to approach, so the city became a ghost town in the territory of the state of Chen.

But it wasn't a bandit, the inhabitants of Tucheng were now waiting under this workshop.

The Divine Weapons Division is at a depth of many meters below this workshop, and it is heavily guarded.

The craftsmen have no right to go to the real Divine Division, and this workshop is the only place where they can move around, where they eat and live.

There is no freedom at all, every work is just work, and once you disobey, you will end up worse than death.

But one thing they know is that if there is a hell on earth, then this hell is in this divine division!

Every time someone from the Divine Weapons Division comes up to pick up the parts of the Divine Weapons that have been built, those people used to be soil

The inhabitants of the city.

There was a creak, and then the sound of chains being dragged, and a gust of wind blew, dimming the fire in the stove.

The door to the Divine Division is open!

Out of that door came a dozen black-robed people, all of whom were tightly wrapped up and down, even with masks covering their faces.

These craftsmen had the privilege of seeing the face under the mask once, it was already a blur of decay, and those people in the Divine Weapons Division were simply a group of moving corpses!

They didn't say much, and routinely took away the things made by the craftsmen, from armor to weapons and armor.

They come up every three months, and this has been going on for more than five months. No one outside, including the soldiers, dared to go to that gate to find out, and everyone who went to that gate would die!

In the second, another sergeant pressed a slave to the workshop. The craftsmen measured him from head to toe and then began to make the mold.

This slave was tall and strong, no different from the slaves of the past. Not all living people can be used to refine divine weapons, and each of these slaves is selected.

Of course, King Chen is in charge of this, and they send a slave over every three days, and as long as the Lord Chen gives the order, there will be bronze armor soldiers coming out of the Divine Weapons Division.

If you don't look at the eyes of the bronze armor, casting such a divine armor is the lifelong pursuit of these craftsmen.

Their hard work, their wisdom, are all condensed on this bronze armor soldier. The lord of Chen Guo only gave the map of the divine soldiers, and these ordinary craftsmen, they brought the divine soldiers from the paper to this world.

But this is not a divine soldier after all, and the craftsmen don't know what happened to these slaves down there, but they are probably dead.

Dead completely, the blood under that piece of armor should also be rotting, except for that armor, they are no different from the inhabitants of this earthen city.

They are walking corpses, demons who have come to earth. And these craftsmen equipped these devils with sharp swords, so that they could easily harvest the lives of those living on the battlefield.

But what can they do? People have to live, and if they don't want to be a moving corpse and continue to work, they have to work hard while they are alive.

The slave's face was dirty, and his eyes kept looking around like a frightened rabbit.

The sergeants pressed him, and told him to cooperate with the craftsmen to strip him naked and measure every part of his body.

The length and thickness of his arms, the width between his shoulders, and even the thickness of his upper muscles.

The slave struggled for a moment, knowing in vain that he was at the mercy of the people in front of him, he did not know what they were doing.

They had drawn many lines on him with fine brushstrokes, which were all over him, but they were so fine that there was not a single mistake or clutter.

The data of each line is recorded by these craftsmen, which is the basis for their molding.

The armor pieces on the bronze armor must be tightly shut, otherwise the armor of this weight will bump and bump in movement.

There used to be craftsmen roughly

I made a divine weapon, and the divine soldier was placed there to look okay, and when I really wielded the sword, the muddy armor pieces would be poured on each other and deformed on the skin.

Later, that group of craftsmen entered the Divine Weapons Division, and occasionally came out to collect parts or something.

It took a morning to measure the data, and the slave put on his clothes and stared cautiously around.

The black ink was specially made, and even if he rubbed his skin red, he didn't know what they were, but they were more elaborate than the drawings for building the walls of the palace, what was such a delicate work for?

His gaze swept over the craftsmen, a workshop with many tools he had never seen before, and these tools were novel enough even for the craftsmen.

These tools are all given by the Divine Soldier Division, and only these tools can make the Divine Soldier more finely.

Although they are only responsible for the most basic parts of the Divine Soldier, and they don't know anything about the core of the Divine Soldier, this level of craftsmanship has far surpassed this era.

A sergeant brought food and threw it into the slave's hands, so that the slave could have another full meal at the end.

Although they were sergeants, they were also extremely afraid of the Divine Soldiers. But there are orders from above, not to talk, not to explore, and to act according to orders.

So, even they don't know what this Divine Weapon Division is.

It doesn't matter if they don't know what the Divine Weapon Division is, but they know this Divine Soldier very well.

Chen and Bai are at war, and this bronze soldier has been put into the battlefield with Bai.

According to the people on the front line, although this magic weapon is ugly and smelly, it is very useful. One person rushes into battle, and all armies flee!

The battle between Chen and Bai was greatly reduced due to the addition of bronze armor soldiers, and Bai Guo was also powerless, and those soldiers hoped that there would be more such bronze armor soldiers, so they would have a greater chance of surviving on the battlefield.

However, only the soldiers stationed in Tucheng knew about it. The existence of every bronze armor soldier is bloody.

The soldiers did not die on the battlefield because many of them died in the earthen city, including its inhabitants.

But they didn't dare to speak out, not only them, but also their families, who would become a member of the Divine Division.

If you can't keep a secret while you're alive, you have to be one of those secrets when you die.

Looking at the slave's gobbling up, the sergeant's eyes showed pity, and he didn't know what he was about to face.

He remained so until the evening, and although the slave was confined to his place, no one came to call him to work.

He was so conspicuous in the crowd, a slave, who had spent the whole day in the busy crowd.

When the sun set and the last rays of the afterglow, when the brazier was erected in the workshop, the door that had been closed for a long time opened again.

A gust of wind blew, and the slave trembled with his arms folded, and it was not yet winter, but he felt that the wind was bitterly cold near the brazier.

Stampede Tread...... Heavy footsteps from the passage behind that door

The sound of footsteps was heard in the corridor, and then the echo was reflected back from the unknown depths of the ground.

Ten black-robed men walked out of the door one by one. The craftsmen have long been far away, and the fear of these things has been deeply imprinted in their bones.

People are afraid of death, they are afraid of corpses.

The sergeants had already withdrawn when they saw the door open, leaving the slave where he was.

The slave couldn't help but panic when he saw that his side suddenly became empty, he didn't know what was going on, but it was definitely not a good thing.

Until he saw the ten black-robed people, the thick smell of corpses penetrated into his nose along the wind, lingering.

The ten black-robed men surrounded him, and some grabbed him by the arm, some by the arm.

They lifted him above their heads and into the door.

When the door was closed, there was not the slightest glimmer in the slave's eyes. There is no light source in this corridor, because the corpse is invisible.

At that moment, the hands of those corpses suddenly loosened, and the slave was no longer in their hands!