"Production lines for Thunder Warrior armor and weapons."
"Did your father not tell you the details of his prophetic dream, or were you simply trying to test us?"
Qin Mo looked at the chieftain and asked in an even tone.
"No offense was intended, but this matter could not be handled carelessly." The chieftain bowed respectfully in apology, then tapped the ground with his scepter.
The vast space instantly brightened, but the production lines showed no response.
"For the past one hundred and fifty years, my father had been preparing to manufacture the things the messenger in his dream ordered us to produce. We had prepared for so long that both the manufacturing techniques and production protocols had been established in meticulous detail."
"But there was still one problem."
"The energy core that powered the entire production line had shut down."
The chieftain raised a hand and pointed into the distance.
Within a chamber inside the immense underground space, a sphere one kilometer in diameter lay in the crater it had created upon falling. The area was nearly reduced to ruins.
Clearly, the chieftain had not simply made an excuse to shut the thing down. It had suddenly ceased functioning, then fallen straight down from its hovering state and smashed the entire energy chamber to pieces.
Malcador and the Emperor had originally intended for the Terra Watt Tribe to serve as producers and, like the people of warlords who had submitted, come under Qin Mo's authority. Neither of them would do anything on Qin Mo's behalf to make the tribe willingly submit, so they remained silent.
Qin Mo sensed the one-kilometer-wide object known as the energy core.
It truly was capable of outputting energy, but such a colossal creation was not merely meant to power a production line for Thunder