Chapter 468 Base Camp

"Let's go and collect some black stones from the nearby planets." Odemaier got off the spherical controller and stretched his waist like a cat on the ground.

As Odemaier exerted force, Lin Fan could hear the bones of her body creaking.

"Should we recycle these things? Or just let them float in space?" Lin Fan pointed to the wreckage of the ship outside and asked Odemaier.

"Those things? Well, I don't really want them. They are a bit too low-quality. But it's always good to be frugal." Odemaier asked Rebecca to clean them up with the giant shield.

It can be seen that Rebecca was a little clumsy when operating the twelve giant shields, just like a child who had just learned to sweep the floor with a broom.

"I feel a little pain in my butt, burning, as if I was bitten by something."

"That's the devil's mark, you have to bear it for now, wait for that man named Perturabo to come, I will clean you with the Geller Field."

"Oh."

Rebecca roughly gathered the wreckage of the ship in the universe, and pressed it together with a giant shield. A dense and compact compressed garbage was tied to the tail of the ship by a steel cable. Odmayer was going to process this piece of scrap metal on the ground.

Lin Fan and his team came to the coordinates. This galaxy was cold and dead, and the star in the center of the galaxy was dim and emitted a dying light.

"At that time, the Spirit Empire had a tourism project, which was very popular here." Odmayer looked at the dying star and recalled the past with some emotion. "They will take people to run around the entire galaxy just to find a dying star and observe how it dies."

"Logically speaking, no matter how fast the death rate of this star is, it must be calculated in cycles of a hundred years?"

"That's right, so only people who are very idle will sign up for this kind of tourism project." Odemayer curled his lips and didn't say much.

The giant ship floated on the periphery of the planet to prevent gravity from affecting the hull.

Odemayer, Lin Fan, and the compressed metal blocks behind the ship were sent to the surface of the planet.

As soon as the scientists landed, they began to explore and investigate the planet's mineral deposits. No black stone buildings were found on this planet, only traces of mining and excavation. The reserves of black stone are not as much as Odemayer imagined.

But the Geller field used to maintain their galaxy is more than enough. Black stone is more of a necessary reaction material, not a consumable. As long as the equipment is not damaged, it can basically be used forever.

The compressed metal waste was quickly transformed into a control platform, on which there were thousands of roughly modified engineering machines. Odemeier operated thousands of engineering machines to grab black stone ore deep in the planet, while contacting Rebecca to adjust the ship to the right angle.

Here, Lin Fan and his team were making a planet suffer from mining, and in the subspace, a relatively prosperous and bustling galaxy was facing a fierce impact.

The fleet of the Sander blacksmith returned to their base in the subspace.

In this irrational space, the core of the galaxy is no longer a huge star, but a fortress planet made of steel and slaves' blood and sweat.

On one side of the planet is a star that has been forcibly locked in position. The surface of the star is full of criss-crossing production areas, and there are towering furnaces inserted into the depths of the star that have not collapsed.

Countless blacksmiths are casting endless chains for the star. Their hammers crush the demons into it bit by bit, and use the power of the demons to firmly bind the pain and anger of the star.

On the periphery of the core planets are planets and void cities that the Iron Warriors have robbed in previous wars. Half of some planets have been destroyed in the wars, but the Iron Warriors have repaired them with Iron Fortresses.

Countless ships are heading to the Iron Warriors' bases, and countless ships are returning with weapons and equipment that have just been produced.

Among them are patrol ships of the Iron Warriors, alerting other warbands. Their heavy firepower will surely teach all the fools who are blinded by greed a lesson.

Sander Blacksmith took a deep breath of the choking smell emitted by the Hell Furnace, which made his transformed lungs feel comfortable. But next, he will have to face the blame of other blacksmiths.

As he thought, when he floated into the periphery of the galaxy fortress belt, warships belonging to other war blacksmiths surrounded him.

"Let's see who this is. Sander Blacksmith. I remember you and Captain Osed went to look for the Black Stone Mine. How come you are the only one in the fleet back?"

Listening to the low voice coming from the communicator, Sander Blacksmith had no idea of ​​communicating properly. If it weren't for the fact that firing here would make his father angry, he wouldn't listen to the cold words of other war blacksmiths here.

"Compared to Black Stone, we have better things to report."

"But you didn't answer my question?"

"Why should I answer you? You are a waste who only knows how to torture slaves at home!"

"Roar, so aggressive, I hope you won't regret it in the future."

The warships surrounding Sander Blacksmith dispersed, but the array of light spears flashing on their hulls showed the attitude of the war blacksmiths towards Sander.

"Tsk! Idiot." Sander Blacksmith cursed with disdain, and then ordered his men to sail towards the core of the galaxy.

The Immortal Fortress-Medengard, can also be called the Iron Star.

Blacksmith Shande could see their father's flagship, the Iron Blood, lying silent amidst the defense of numerous automated fortresses and iron-bone mechas. This extremely indifferent attitude towards them made him feel sad.

Even the task of guarding, my father was unwilling to let them perform it. He believed more in the robots he made himself.

The ship was anchored at the port. Other blacksmiths urged slaves and highly modified servants to rush forward. They checked the damage of the ship and repaired it quickly.

Sander the blacksmith and two of his men walked on the steel land of Medengard. The buildings designed like fortresses on both sides made the place where Sander was walking now look like a trench.

"Obedience-Labor-Loyalty"

These three words were spread across the walls in all directions. You can see these huge letters almost every few hundred meters you walk. These huge and heavy letters have traces of rust on the surface, leaving scars on the plastic steel fixed with bolts. Occasionally, you can see the bodies of some punished people hanging under the letters. Their naked bodies are full of scars, creating pools of dried blood at the junction of the ground and the wall.

Sander knew what was behind these walls. It was the most efficient sweatshop constructed after more than ten thousand years of experience and experiments.

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