In front of the Portal, the soldiers assigned to move supplies were full of energy at first, but they soon discovered that the work simply never ended.
Ammunition crates emerged from the Portal in a seemingly endless stream.
They filled the entire temporary warehouse, then began piling up into little metal mountains on the open ground.
"Good heavens... just how much is there?" A young soldier wiped away his sweat, looking at the ammunition crates that had almost formed a wall before him, his tongue stumbling over the words.
"Quit yapping and keep moving!" the veteran squad leader barked.
"You think there's too much ammunition? Once you're on the battlefield, this stuff is your life!"
"I'm not complaining..." The young soldier grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"I'm happy!"
"With this much cutting-edge ammunition, we'll blow those damn demons to pieces, no matter how many come!"
"That's right! Fire all you want!"
"Hahahaha, I can't even imagine what it'll feel like to let loose with a heavy machine gun. Every round a high-explosive shell-that effect, damn!" "You're telling me! I fired a few rounds yesterday. Without the individual exoskeleton, I couldn't have handled the recoil. It felt incredible!"
The soldiers' laughter and work chants rang through the sky. Their earlier tension and gloom vanished, replaced by an almost extravagant boldness and confidence.
High Archbishop Kael and Elder Muyu stood in the distance, silently watching it all.
They watched the conveyor belt connecting to another world and the mountains of iron crates containing terrifying destructive power, their expressions utterly complex.
"So this is... the power of industry?" Elder Muyu murmured to himself.
He could not imagine what kind of nation could manufacture and transport such vast quantities of war supplies in so little time.
Kael said nothing. He merely tightened