Under Red Demon's intimidation, how could the Big Mek dare disobey? He immediately scrambled to his feet and led Grak toward the palace square.
Along the way, Beluf saw the boys of the Blood Axes Legion, who had been confronting the Goff Legion for quite some time. The moment they saw their warlord, they began clamoring, looking ready to launch an attack at once. Even the Dirty Tanks had been brought out.
But Beluf decisively stopped them, because he had a feeling Grak was very likely taking him to learn the truth.
After more than ten minutes of walking, the two warlords, led by the Big Mek, arrived at a temporary factory surrounded by iron sheets. Beyond the pale blue metal fencing stood a gigantic metal arch twenty meters tall, with several mechanics hanging from it as they carried out the final work.
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"Take a look yourself. Tell me if anything's wrong."
Under Grak's forceful demand, the Big Mek could only order the mechanics to inspect the entire portal carefully.
He had not known until he checked. Once he did, the Big Mek's face turned as white as a guardsman's helmet.
Many parts of the portal had been altered or sabotaged. It could still be used, but the destination would suffer a massive deviation, and the transmission coordinates had clearly been set for an unfamiliar area.
Just as Quillsana had said, once the portal activated, the reinforcements arriving would definitely not be from Scrap City.
Upon learning this, Beluf deflated like a punctured balloon. He finally understood that he had indeed been deceived—and deceived badly...
"Hmph, did you think I brought you here just to laugh at you?"
To Beluf's surprise, the mockery he had expected never came. Grak merely urged the Big Mek to correct the errors quickly,