Half an hour later.
Inside a large workshop.
Cheng Han stood before an enormous glass tank, quietly observing what was inside.
A large group of people stood respectfully nearby, each of them even softening their breathing for fear of disturbing the Grand General Overseer's inspection.
The glass tank stood five meters tall, nearly as high as a two-story building, and its diameter was no less than six meters—more than ten people would be needed to encircle it.
This massive thing had a name—the Biochemical Armor Cultivation Room.
As the name implied.
The glass tank's primary purpose was to cultivate biochemical armor.
The reason the term "cultivate" was used here, rather than words such as "manufacture" or "process," was that its production process was highly unusual.
One could see.
The glass tank was filled with a pale green liquid. A huge Mystic Array disc was installed at the bottom, densely engraved with Profound Markings.
There were so many Profound Markings that they nearly rivaled some immensely powerful Mystic Arrays.
Six silver-white metal skeletons were submerged in the liquid. Strands of faint light appeared out of nowhere, circling and flowing around the frames.
A strange milky-white substance, resembling some kind of colloid, was slowly growing over the skeletons.
After observing for a while, Cheng Han nodded lightly. "Not bad! The armor is growing slightly faster than I expected."
A middle-aged Artisan quickly reported, "Reporting to the Grand General Overseer, according to our observations, the biochemical armor grows by an average of two to three centimeters per hour.
"It should take only around twelve hours for a brand-new suit of biochemical armor to be completed, after which it can be sent to the various legions."
He glanced at the liquid inside the glass tank and hurriedly corrected himself. "Uh, the Cultivation Room is