The Blood Rust Factory had once been the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group's most important military-industrial hub.
Its core control tower rose into the clouds, and its sprawling "nest" of massive cables resembled a beast that swallowed and exhaled life.
At the end of every cable lay a chamber producing a different resource.
From the slave laborers' daily work quotas to their pain output data, everything served to squeeze the labor out of a million slaves.
Using the most advanced technology, the core control tower precisely wrung every last drop of blood and ounce of strength from each slave laborer for the factory. Then they were thrown into incinerators to extract their final scrap of "contribution."
But now, this "factory," steeped in the blood and sweat of a million slave laborers, had finally been liberated.
Gork had fulfilled his promise.
Within two days, he had personally led the insurgents into the Blood Rust Factory and planted their red flag at its highest point.
"Good news. The enemy on the western front has withdrawn." Kailes breathed a sigh of relief, joy showing on his face. "We've pretty much cleared out the enemy on the eastern front too. We... won!"
"We won... yes, we won."
Gork had not closed his eyes for days. Upon hearing the news, his tightly wound nerves finally relaxed.
Darkness instantly swallowed his vision, and he collapsed as though his body had lost its balance.
"Gork!" Kailes hurried forward to catch him. "Are you all right? Shouldn't you get some rest first?"
He knew that, as commander of the entire insurgent army, Gork had endured extraordinary pressure throughout this period. It was already a miracle that he had held on this long, practically forcing himself onward with drugs.
"No, it's not time to rest yet."
Exhaustion and excitement mingled