These top-tier materials, which would be enough to trigger a bloodbath even if they were the size of a fingernail in the outside world, were neatly stacked here. Each piece was at least the size of a washbasin, and their weight was measured in hundreds of kilograms or even tons.
Especially the seven or eight innermost ones, whose energy fluctuations made even the Du Busi tremble with fear.
Although the total reserves here are far less than those in the first layer, their value is probably ten or even a hundred times greater.
"Haha, good, they're all ours!" Du Busi laughed wildly, his eyes turning red. He no longer cared about his image and pounced on the shelves like a hungry tiger.
With a wave of his hand, he stuffed the shelf and metal into the Storage Soul Tool, as if afraid of being a second too slow.
"Teacher, you pretend for now, I'll go break through the third level," Toji's voice came.
His gaze swept over another downward passage deep within the second level, and without pausing, he transformed into a blur and rushed forward.
The wealth here is immense, but the most crucial element lies below.
The alloy door at the third entrance was equally vulnerable to Toji's iron fist.
Toji, they rushed down the steps at high speed, and after going down twenty meters, the view suddenly opened up before them.
However, what came into view was not the mountain of rare metals that I had imagined, but a suffocating steel forest!
The area of this third level is far beyond imagination, at least ten times that of the first level above, and its height is also far greater than before, with the dome tens of meters above the ground.
In this vast underground space, which resembles a giant plaza, there are countless Soul Tool, densely packed and neatly arranged, enough to sustain a war.
At the very front row was an endless array of massive, wheeled Soul Cannon, their barrels gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the dim Soul Guidance Lamp, numbering at least a thousand.
Behind them were mountains of metal boxes. Under Toji's powerful Spiritual Power scan, the boxes contained neatly stacked Soul Guidance Ray Gun, small Soul Tool Turret, energy cores... the lowest level was level four, and level five and six were commonplace.
Even more alarming were the piles of ammunition boxes stacked like small mountains.
The markings on it clearly indicate " Level 4 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell ", "Level V Armor-Piercing Shell", and "Level VI High-Explosive Shell".
... The sheer number is staggering.
There were also boxes of cylindrical objects emitting gentle fluctuations of Soul Power. Although the number of Milk Bottle was relatively small, they were the core energy source that supported these Soul Tool in their continuous combat.
Deep within the warehouse, Toji even spotted a few boxes radiating even stronger energy fluctuations— Level 7 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell.
Although there are no terrifying level eight or nine beings, the sheer volume of low- to mid-level Soul Tool and ammunition reserves is enough to arm a terrifying Soul Engineer legion capable of sweeping across the continent in a very short time.
"Good heavens, have they emptied the entire empire's war reserves?" The Du Busi who arrived later was also shocked by the sight, but he reacted quickly, "Don't stand there, move it! Move it all! Don't leave that bastard Xu Tianran a single screw!"
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing excitement and a hint of seriousness in each other's eyes.
The strategic value here far exceeds that of rare metals.
Without any hesitation, the two transformed into human vacuum cleaners once again. Du Busi flew directly into the air, his powerful Spiritual Power spreading like a giant fishing net, enveloping the swathes of Soul Cannon and ammunition boxes below.
The dark green light, like a greedy vortex, frantically sucked these war machines into the storage space.
Toji darted through the enormous warehouse at high speed, his targets becoming more precise: the mountains of ammunition boxes, especially those marked with Level 7 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell shells, and the precious Milk Bottle.
Wherever it passed, areas instantly became empty.
Both of their Storage Soul Tool were meticulously crafted by Xuan Ziwen, and their internal spaces were astonishingly large.
Under the terrifying Spiritual Power and efficiency of the Limit Douluo, this massive reserve of resources, enough to support a war of annihilation, is disappearing at a visible rate.
Twenty minutes.
In just twenty minutes, the third-floor warehouse, which was originally filled with cold metal and the atmosphere of war, became completely empty, as if it had been swarmed by locusts.
The ground was so clean that only streaks of dust remained; all the Soul Cannon, ammunition boxes, Milk Bottle... had vanished!
"Let's go." Toji's voice was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hint of hesitation.
He flashed and shot towards the entrance of the passage he had come from.
Du Busi glanced one last time at the vast, empty space that looked as if it had been licked clean, a satisfied, sinister grin spreading across his face:
"Hehe, Xu Tianran, I hope you like this grand coronation gift."
His imposing figure transformed into a streak of dark green light, chasing after Toji Er.
Two figures, carrying the terrifying wealth and war potential accumulated by the Sun Moon Empire over hundreds of years, sped towards the ground along the elevator shaft they had come from.
All that remained behind were three empty national treasury warehouses, resembling enormous tombs, and the still-flashing red alarm lights in vain.
The alloy doors of the elevator slowly opened, carrying the cold metallic scent unique to the underground treasury and the lingering smell of gunpowder.
Toji and Du Busi took a step forward and returned to the ground.
But what awaited them was not the silent night, but a Destruction force powerful enough to change the very fabric of the world.
The blinding beams of soul-guided light, like countless venomous snakes ready to devour their prey, instantly tore through the darkness.
Fiery high-energy rays, shockwaves that tear through space, icy energy that freezes the soul, gravitational traps that distort force fields...
A dense array of Soul Cannon and ray gun muzzles locked onto the elevator exit from all directions, both from the air and the ground.
The entire entrance area to the national treasury has been transformed into a death trap.
At least dozens of level-seven or higher fixed Soul Tool Turret gleamed menacingly, while hundreds of elite Soul Engineer, wielding various Soul Tool, formed a tight three-dimensional firepower network.
The air was filled with the buzzing sound of Soul Tool being charged to their limit and a suffocating sense of oppressive Soul Power.
This combined power was enough to flatten a small mountain in an instant. Even Du Bu Si, the newly Limit Douluo, couldn't Du Busi but feel a chill run down his spine when he sensed the Destruction energy fluctuations emanating from several super-large caliber Soul Cannon hidden in the shadows.
"Tsk, quite a show of force. Looks like they've brought out all their secrets."
Du Busi grinned, his eyes showing no fear but instead burning with even stronger fighting spirit. Dark green Bloodline Power flowed across his body like a living thing, ready to transform into a giant and confront this torrent of steel at any moment.
At the very front of the dense array of Soul Cannon and the Soul Engineer army, a familiar figure stood alone.
Jing Hongchen.