Chapter 924 - 478: Foundations of Civilization
Sea of Death Black Sand.
The fierce wind howled, black sand filled the sky.
Giant Axe Mota was wearing a Type-II Battle Fist Exoskeleton, customized from the Canglan Civilization to suit the Iron Fist People, standing on the sand surface.
He was an Iron Fist Person of the Giant Axe Clan.
Among the many clans of the Iron Fist Civilization, the Giant Axe Clan was relatively small, yet Giant Axe Mota was the most powerful Quasi-Knight in this civilization.
He was under the orders of the Lord Guardian to lead a thousand warriors to prepare for entry into the interface transit island of the Canglan Civilization.
"Woo~"
A gust of sandstorm rushed towards him, hitting the surface of the metal plates with a dense "sasa" sound.
Giant Axe Mota stood motionless, feeling very satisfied with the exoskeleton.
In the past, faced with such situations, survey team members would either lower their visors, significantly affecting their visibility, or use Strong Manifestation to shield the sand, wasting a lot of power in vain.
Now, with the Spiritual Vision Helmet, they could observe everything around with 360-degree coverage, leaving no blind spots.
There’s another point worth mentioning.
Now the ice season of the Black Sand Sea was nearing its end, and at noon, the temperature had already reached over 80 degrees.
Although the Iron Fist Civilization was a searing furnace, even the Iron Fist People found it hard to endure such high temperatures.
In the past, the exploration team could only dig a hole under the sand and collectively hide inside to wait for nightfall.
Now with the exoskeleton, everything was different.
The inner wall of the metal plates was attached with a layer of heat insulation, effectively isolating the high temperature, and the exoskeleton was equipped with an air conditioning system, keeping the internal temperature at a comfortable 25 degrees.
Giant Axe Mota felt that even standing here for a whole day wouldn’t be a problem.
This Iron Fist Person also knew that up to now, 100,000 units of Battle Fist Exoskeletons had been shipped to the Iron Fist World. Because the performance of the exoskeleton was quite good, and the comfort level was also very high, various clans used all sorts of means to fiercely compete for exoskeletons.
Many warriors who obtained exoskeletons, due to their fondness for the equipment, even took out cherished materials to manually craft parts, replacing parts of average strength.
After two seconds.
A slightly displeased voice came from behind: "We’ve already waited for five minutes, why haven’t the Canglan People responded yet?"
With this voice, another suit of exoskeleton strode over.
The color of each metal plate on the chest of this exoskeleton differed significantly from the other plates, and was engraved with exquisite patterns.
This was obviously the result of modifications.
This person was none other than the deputy of the Iron Fist Guard — Donacut.
Giant Axe Mota said expressionlessly: "Be patient!"
He knew very well that the other party came from the strongest clan of the Iron Fist Race, the Dona Clan, which is why he could hold a deputy position.
Within the Iron Fist Civilization, such power struggles were not uncommon, because power meant resources, and even the Guardian could not prevent such behavior.
Giant Axe Mota paused, his tone slightly warning: "The Lord Guardian clearly stated that the Canglan Civilization is very important to the Iron Fist Civilization. One day we might need the help of the Canglan Ghost, so the guard team must respect the Canglan People."
Donacut seemed not to hear this sentence: "I heard that the Canglan People don’t even have many warriors, I would be happy to help train warriors for them."
At this, Giant Axe Mota knew well that the so-called "training warriors" might have a hint of "deliberately tormenting the Canglan People" in it.
"Click!"
With a light sound, the helmet automatically opened, revealing a metallic face.
Giant Axe Mota stared directly at his companion and said unceremoniously: "I know the Canglan Civilization only emerged three years ago, yet it has developed better than the Iron Fist Civilization at the time, showing even greater potential, so you want to compete with the Canglan People.
"I understand your thinking, but if because of you, the relationship between our civilization and the Canglan Civilization deteriorates, I will personally sever your head."
Donacut retorted directly: "You can try it now."
Although this sentence sounded tough, inside he couldn’t hide his guilty conscience.
After all, the opponent was the strongest warrior of their own clan, not a reputation merely bragged, but a battle record fought all the way through.
Giant Axe Mota said no more.
Feeling self-defeated, Donacut dared not babble any longer.
After a while.
Giant Axe Mota suddenly sensed something and looked towards a huge sand dune ahead, reaching an astonishing height of two kilometers.
According to information provided by the Canglan People, the entrance to the soon-to-be-completed interface transit island was located on the sand dune.
Donacut noticed his companion’s movement and followed his gaze: "Are the Canglan People coming out?"
As soon as these words fell.
"Boom!"
A thunderous sound suddenly exploded.
The thunder sounded peculiar, as if coming from the sky, or emanating from beneath the earth, or seemingly omnipresent.
Donacut was taken aback, instinctively drawing out a giant sword with a "clank" sound.
Giant Axe Mota, however, remained unmoved, with no change in his expression.
The next moment.
An unbelievable phenomenon occurred.
The giant sand dune in front began to disappear rapidly from top to bottom, as if swallowed by some invisible entity.
In just a single breath, over a hundred meters of the dune’s peak vanished without a trace.
Donacut exclaimed in shock: "By the Iron Spirit!"
Giant Axe Mota also showed signs of astonishment: "This should be a change in the spatial phenomenon, it seems the interface transit island of the Canglan People is nearly complete."
He had no spatial superpower, couldn’t sense the power of space, but could tell with his wealth of experience.
It wasn’t long.
A giant sand dune several kilometers in area mysteriously disappeared, leaving behind only a flat sandy ground.