What appeared before Leo was a gigantic steel structure. From the outside, it looked like a colossal steel furnace. Although it seemed somewhat crude at first glance, a closer look revealed countless details, all seemingly filled with the beauty of machinery.
No one knew how long the building before them had existed. Judging solely from its ancient, weathered air, it had probably stood for at least a thousand years.
Yet this enormous steel building showed no signs of rust. It had merely accumulated some metal scraps and fragments, making the entire structure look slightly dirty and disorderly, but it remained as sturdy as ever, standing firmly in place.
Leo lightly knocked on the thick steel wall. The dull sound hardly seemed like the sound of steel at all.
The wall was nearly one hundred and twenty centimeters thick, and the metal it had been forged from was certainly no ordinary metal from Earth. Its defensive power was even more astonishing.
The enormous building before them alone stood roughly two hundred meters tall and nearly three hundred meters in diameter. It was like a terrifying doomsday fortress.
Dull impacts rang out from within at irregular intervals, shaking the heart, as though each blow struck directly against one's own chest.
"This is our design workshop. All the divine weapons come from here. Even the Gungnir in the hands of Odin, the All-Father, and the Mjolnir in Thor's hands were made here."
Songda spoke with some pride. This represented the pride of the Dwarves. The weapons they forged had already resounded throughout the universe in the hands of the Asgardians.
Even after all this time, the legend of Gungnir still lived on throughout the universe.
For the Dwarves, this was an immense honor and the greatest pleasure they could enjoy.
Songda knew that