Kona Satellite Base, Number Three heavy airlock chamber.
"Hiss-"
As the high-pressure nitrogen and buffer fluid drained away, the airlock doors slowly slid apart.
Lin Mo had already changed into a formfitting deep-space Pressure Suit issued by the Great Xia military.
The tactical suit was a subdued matte black, its outer layer covered with a nano-honeycomb radiation-resistant coating, lightweight and close-fitting.
In his right hand, he held the Holy Spirit Staff from a premier dwarf Workshop on the Terra Continent, a faint, crystalline, milky-white radiance flowing through it.
It was a wedding gift the dwarves had given Lin Mo. The stark contrast between technology and magic found a strange harmony in him.
Zheng Jinren, four fully armed personal guards, and the staff officers had also changed and followed behind Lin Mo.
Outside, with no atmosphere to shield them, cold, ink-black deep space stretched overhead, while the surface was a plain of steel fortifications Great Xia had spent years building.
The group reached an open area. Ahead of them, countless varieties of mechanized weapons and equipment stood in orderly ranks.
There were combat vehicles, aircraft, robots, logistics equipment, spaceships...
A steel torrent, somber and imposing.
"Commander Lin, let's open it here," Zheng Jinren said, looking around.
Lin Mo surveyed the surroundings and nodded slightly.
"All right."
He casually waved a hand.
Clatter-!
A great mass of rare magical materials fell onto the ground out of nowhere, dazzling with light.
Even though they had long known about the other world's supernatural powers, quite a few technical staff officers looked envious upon witnessing the Spatial Ring in action.
Although Great Xia's assistance had allowed the dwarves to sell Spatial Rings more cheaply than before, ordinary people still could not afford them.
There might be hope in the future, though.
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