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The mines throughout the region had all been built. Vast quantities of ore were smelted into metal in the space factories, then transported to the Forge Worlds for atomic printing.
A terrifying Gravity Field surged within the enormous metal worlds. Newly printed metal warships slowly sailed out of their docks, where crews immediately took charge of them and hurried to designated star regions for training.
The Forge World Ships moved slowly onward. Under the force field, gleaming metal spheres rapidly expanded and took shape until a complete fortress emerged. As Transport Ships entered one after another, the sleeping behemoths gradually awoke, their lights flickering in different colors.
With war approaching, the entire colony was in an uproar. Everyone was busy, doing everything they could to expand production and develop the colony.
Simply producing weapons was not enough. The NPC Faction's attack would not be a one-off. With every NPC Faction in the entire system gathering, Glory Colony would face endless assaults—a steel tide made up of warships.
"The colony as it stands isn't enough to defeat every NPC Faction in the Andromeda River System."
In fact, it wasn't merely that they couldn't defeat them. Even with the Empire Glory guarding them, they could barely manage to defend themselves. The most likely outcome was that they would be gradually worn down by the endless attacks until they were utterly destroyed, just like the Aslan Interstellar Union before them.
Drawing on the power of his true body, Lin Zhichen surveyed the entire colonial star system. At that moment, it was like a wound-up clockwork mechanism, desperately accelerating its development.
Vast beams of golden divine power descended from the heavens, enveloping one planet after another. Beneath the radiance of divine power, solid rock transformed into Forge Worlds. He couldn't afford to worry