The sun blazed overhead, sending wave after wave of scorching heat down from the sky.
As Rex muttered under his breath, he pulled out supplies one after another directly from the base warehouse in the Warcraft System's world.
In the blink of an eye, the empty space around Rex had filled with all kinds of goods.
The sight drew repeated gasps from the crowd.
Carrying a few items in spatial storage equipment was nothing unusual, but the amount Rex had brought this time was rather excessive.
If everyone could carry vast quantities of supplies like Rex, what would they need logistics for? There would be no need to spend enormous sums on dedicated logistics personnel.
Not only would that make their forces more flexible, it would also free up a great deal of manpower.
Rex put on quite a convincing performance. As he took out the goods, he made a show of straining himself to the utmost.
"Rex, take a break. There's no hurry to bring out the rest," Danath said with concern when he saw Rex's pale face. He stepped forward and caught Rex's wrist, stopping him from taking out any more supplies.
"No need. I can bring everything out in one go." Rex reached out to push Danath aside and continue unloading the supplies.
"There's no rush. We can't leave all the supplies here anyway."
"It isn't very safe here. We need to put them in a warehouse." Danath pointed toward the crowd, where some people had recovered from their astonishment and were beginning to look eager to make a move.
"All right." Seeing this, Rex reluctantly agreed and stopped what he was doing.
Instead, he followed Danath to his residence. As Danath left, he did not even need to give an order. A large number of armed,