I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

Rumbling--

The deafening roar of machinery completely tore apart the wasteland 300 kilometers outside Tianyun Prefecture.

The sky was illuminated by a blinding crimson flame, as if it were daytime. It was the exhaust flames spewed out by hundreds of extraordinary alloy blast furnaces, each five hundred meters high, igniting simultaneously.

The clouds were forcibly evaporated under this terrifying heat.

This is the Furnace City, which is rising from the ground.

Chu Feng stood on the temporary command platform suspended in mid-air. A strong wind carrying the smell of molten metal rushed towards him, making his hair look disheveled.

His eyes were bloodshot, but his pupils burned with a madness even hotter than the blast furnace below.

"The temperature of blast furnace No. 3 is not high enough!"

Chu Feng roared furiously into the communicator, his voice hoarse yet incredibly penetrating.

"Engineering Team Three, bring over that eight-armed puppet and weld the cooling pool pipes shut within ten minutes!"

Below, on the earth, a magnificent picture, worthy of being recorded in the annals of human architectural history, is slowly unfolding.

The massive site, covering nearly 300 square kilometers, has been completely excavated.

Thousands of menacing steel behemoths are tirelessly traversing this vast construction site.

If the commander of the Purple Spirit Clan saw this scene, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood on the spot.

Those killing puppets that once reaped human lives on the battlefield have now all been stripped of their high-energy particle cannons and ship-slaying swords.

Their arms were forcibly welded with huge plasma cutters, heavy-duty hydraulic pile drivers, and polymer coagulant injectors.

A heavy assault mech, originally thirty meters tall, carried a huge metal tank filled with boiling alloy solution on its back.

It took heavy steps, each step causing a slight tremor in the earth.

Upon reaching the designated location, the mech's chest cavity split open, revealing a two-meter-diameter metal pipe that precisely poured molten alloy solution, heated to 6,000 degrees Celsius, into a foundation trench hundreds of meters deep.

Immediately afterwards, three light, agile mechs leaped into the air like fleas, simultaneously firing their cooling beams. The pale blue beams instantly froze the dark red alloy solution into a solid shape.

From pouring to shaping, the entire process takes less than five seconds.

Lin Han, a third-year student at Longyuan Martial Arts University, was standing on the deck behind Chu Feng at this moment.

Lin Han is a mentalist newly recruited by Chu Feng from Longyuan Martial Arts University.

While the Forge City was under construction, the first batch of Spirit Masters had already been recruited and were undergoing training.

The scene before him shook his worldview.

He had always thought that a spiritualist should be an elegant being, dressed in flowing white robes, who could win battles from afar.

But the violent industrial aesthetics before him shattered the knowledge and concepts he had learned from textbooks.

"Are you stunned?"

Chu Feng turned his head and glanced at the promising young talent he had poached with a large sum of money.

"Chief Engineer Chu... Chief Engineer Chu."

Lin Han stammered, his voice barely audible amidst the mechanical roar.

"Is this...is this really building a city? This method is simply..."

Lin Han was completely stunned by the scene before him, so much so that he couldn't find the right words to describe it.

Chu Feng snorted coldly and pointed to the giant, 30-kilometer-long tracked production line that had just been laid down below.

"This is just the first piece of Shen Qinwei's grand plan."

When Shen Qinwei's name was mentioned, Chu Feng's tone became fervent.

"See that production line? Once you apprentice Nen masters are in place, that production line will produce three thousand brand-new war golems every day. Those mechs will be sent to the front lines to crush the bones of the alien beasts. Then, more resources will be transported back here along the dedicated transport line to become even more war golems."

Lin Han followed Chu Feng's finger and looked in that direction.

The entire production line was made of a superb alloy, with thousands of worktables densely packed on both sides.

Above each workbench floats a mental energy amplification device powered by the Purple Nether Stone.

"Your task is simple."

Chu Feng turned around, his gaze fixed intently on Lin Han and the group of students behind him who also looked completely dazed.

"You don't need to risk your lives on the front lines, nor do you need to face those drooling monsters. You just need to sit at that workbench and use your mental power to inscribe the 'Armor-Piercing Spirit Pattern' and 'Energy-Gathering Spirit Pattern' developed by the Heavenly Crafts Division onto the extraordinary alloy shells delivered from the assembly line."

"You will be divided into twelve groups of one thousand people. The first group will only be responsible for drawing the first stroke, and once it's finished, it will be passed on to the next person on the assembly line. Even if you're a newly awakened rookie, as long as you draw your assigned stroke well with your eyes closed, the twelve of you together will create a perfect spirit rune!"

Lin Han gasped.

The Purple Spirit Clan's spirit rune technology is something they can't learn in school.

Only with Shen Tian could they access the most advanced knowledge of war puppets on Earth.

As a result, they found it somewhat difficult to keep up when they first started learning.

But after hearing what Chu Feng said...

How can the lofty art of spirit runes be broken down into the rudimentary process of tightening screws on an assembly line?

But after quickly going through the process in his mind, Lin Han was shocked to find that the solution was logically flawless.

If this model is followed, the production of spirit pattern mechs will no longer be limited by the number of high-level weapon forgers, but will depend on the speed of the production line!

"Can...can we really do it?"

A girl wearing glasses next to me asked timidly, her eyes showing both fear and barely suppressed excitement.

"Whether you can do it or not is not your concern. What you should be concerned about is how to get your guaranteed monthly salary of ten Purple Nether Stones."

Chu Feng directly offered the most lethal temptation.

Upon hearing the words "Purple Nether Stone," the breathing of the thousand students on the deck simultaneously became heavy.

A single purple Nether Stone the size of a fingernail is enough for them to meditate for a month, not to mention the guaranteed minimum of ten yuan per month!

Just then, a massive transport plane broke through the thick clouds and, accompanied by the deafening roar of its engines, slowly hovered in the unloading area beside the command platform.

The hatch opened, and a middle-aged man quickly walked down the gangway.

It was Zhou Xuan, the former Inspector of the Heavenly Capital and now Shen Tian's chief steward.

Zhou Xuan stepped onto the scorching hot metal deck, making a crisp sound.

He held a tablet in his hands, his forehead covered in sweat, but he was unusually excited.

His once neat patrol uniform was now somewhat disheveled, with a large patch of sweat soaking his collar, but his slightly round face was flushed with an almost excited blush.

This kind of spirit had never appeared during the years he served as the inspector of Tianyun Prefecture, when he spent his days studying power struggles and scheming.

"Chief Engineer Chu, your goods have arrived!"

Zhou Xuan strode up to Chu Feng and handed him the tablet that was flashing with dense streams of data.

It was a long list of hundreds of pages, with each line listing the supplies Chu Feng needed.

"The Xuanming Heavy Metal, 6,000 tons, has all been stored. The Crimson Flame Copper, 4,200 tons, is being unloaded. As for those high-precision engraving instruments you requested, I managed to squeeze 300 units out of stock from those old-established financial groups in Tianyun City."

Zhou Xuan's voice was somewhat shrill due to his excitement, yet it remained clearly audible amidst the background noise of machinery.

Chu Feng stared at the list with his bloodshot eyes, and his breathing instantly became heavy.

He snatched the tablet from him, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he muttered to himself:

"Good...good! With this batch of Xuanming gold, the puppet's armor strength can be increased by two levels! Those old misers actually brought out these hidden treasures?"