Several days later.
Qin Mo was working on a design atop a skyscraper within the mobile fortress. In an empty room nearly seven hundred square meters in size, the massive mechanical structures projected by holographic equipment almost filled the entire space.
Qin Mo stood at the very center of the holograms, reaching out to adjust the various existing designs.
All the holograms formed an automated production line, while a supercomputer beneath the floor simulated its normal operation.
An ordinary person was injected with sedatives and placed inside a pod, connected to various drug-injecting mechanical devices. The pod was then conveyed into house-sized machines, where matter was anchored, the soul restrained, and the body restored to youth. This continued until the ordinary person had been catalyzed to the size of a Thunder Warrior, then dissected within the machine and implanted with the most crucial artificial organs.
By the time the ordinary person emerged from the house-sized machine, he had become a sleeping Thunder Warrior, lacking only armor and weapons.
As Qin Mo observed all this, someone was teleported into the spacious sealed chamber. The man and his power armor merged with the projection of a pod.
Qin Mo looked at him. It was Nagase Ken.
"How is the selection of suitable Thunder Warrior candidates going?" Qin Mo withdrew his gaze from Nagase Ken and continued adjusting the production line he had designed. "I trust you have done well. Compared to being a commander or a warrior, I think you are better suited to be an administrator."
"The candidates have all been selected." Nagase Ken saluted before continuing, "The Thunder Warriors will be organized into one hundred regiments. We and the Himalayas will each provide half the personnel. Those I selected were among the earliest people to follow you, and every one