The latest confessional food corpse devil servant, because there was no armor protection, desperately intercepted those miscellaneous soldiers, and was torn into a rotten meat state. Even the head was broken and full of biting marks, apparently having lost its usefulness. As a result, not even a single number was mixed in before being beheaded by Tang Dun, ending his life.

  Tang Dun carried an oil lamp and stepped over its body, walking towards the gate of the arsenal.

  No. 4 is crippled and may break down at any time, and its combat effectiveness has also dropped to the bottom line. Based on the principle of waste utilization, Tangton let it be the vanguard.

  Pushing aside the vines, a pair of five-meter-high iron gates appeared, covered in rust stains. At the touch of a hand, a handful of rust came off.

  Dunton poked the door crack with a bayonet, very tightly, three flat white metal bars as wide as a palm were firmly locked on the big gate.

  "Is this okay?"

  Dunton wiped away the dust that had accumulated on the metal strip, which was a magical lock with an array of runes much more complex than those used by ordinary people.

  "I'll check it out!" A green beam shot out from the Magic Dictionary, detecting the magical lock.

  Dangton was about to ask how it went? The Fuwen array emitted a faint glow, and then cracked into two parts, unlocking successfully.

  Mo Yan is indeed a great encyclopedic writer, with an efficiency that leaves one speechless, as if nothing can stump him.

  Danton held onto a door, pushing it with force. The hinge creaked loudly due to the lack of lubricating oil. Fortunately, all the nearby ghouls had been cleared out; otherwise, they would have attracted a whole bunch over here.

  A musty smell wafted out of the opened gap, stirring up dust that irritated his nostrils and made Downton cough.

  Hang the oil lamp on No. 4's arm, and Tang Dun orders it to enter first.

  In the pitch-black No. 1 arsenal, the silence was terrifying, and even the slightest sound of breathing could be heard, especially when the iron boots of No. 4 scraped against the ground, making a piercing noise.

  Downton would have been delighted if it were so, as this would allow the magical servant to attract monsters better, but he thought that there should be no danger in the almost sealed arsenal.

  The warehouse is as big as a football field, six meters high, with some shelves set up and wooden boxes placed on them, so it doesn't look empty.

  Tang Dun didn't rush to check the spoils of war. He followed No. 4 from a distance, carefully checking every corner.

  Seris couldn't help herself and cast a light spell after waving her hand, then floated to the side of a large box, curiously feeling around.

  A round ball flew towards the roof, scattering light in all directions, and also exposed the situation of nearly half of the arsenal to everyone's view.

  No crowbar was found, and Serese directly dismantled it violently. A phosphorus rocket hit the box, and in the flying wood chips, a black full-body light infantry armor appeared.

  The female undead picked up the helmet and took a look, then threw it down and opened the next box, which was also infantry armor.

  Hoot! Tong Dun suddenly blew a mouthful of air onto the wooden box, and after the accumulated dust flew away, the red characters on top were revealed.

  "The Holy Empire of Giedi, Northern 17th Legion, 7th Light Infantry Thousand Man Unit, Number 782."

  Tang Dun inserted the dagger into the gap, and with a creaking sound, pried open the lid of the box. Then his breathing immediately became heavy.

  The armor is all black, with a red imperial emblem emblazoned on the chest.

  It has a shield as its base, carved with a double-headed giant dragon wearing a crown, gazing at both sides, and two symmetrical claws, one grasping a sword and the other grasping a sceptre.

  "This is the standard equipment of the Jutland Empire, Warrior Light Infantry Armor!" Through the text on the wooden box, Holma had already determined the origin of these equipment.

  "Hmm!" Thunderton nodded his head. Compared to Seres who was inexperienced in the world, he understood the value of these armors better.

  To seal these weapons and armor, the ventilation openings in the armory were made very small to minimize the convection of humid air and ensure dryness.

  The walls and floor were not only painted with a large amount of moisture-absorbing paint, but also engraved with some dehumidifying life magic arrays.

  Although the magic stones inlaid on the nodes have been exhausted due to the long passage of time, and even the patterns of the magic array have fallen off with the peeling of the wall skin, but due to the building structure, the warehouse is still very dry. In addition, the soldiers responsible for logistics at that time did not slack off, and applied enough protective oil on the armor, so the degree of rusting of these armors is very low.

  Even an average blacksmith can grind, polish and maintain them, without spending too much time.

  Tang Don quickened his pace, every ten or so meters opening a box to see that they were all filled with armor and hadn't been embezzled by the logistics officer, finally cracking a smile.

  "All are armor, how boring." Seres floated over, having knocked over dozens of boxes, her disappointed expression evident.

  "Cersei, we're rich." Tyrion ruffled the hair of the death witch.

  Ammunition has always been one of the best-selling commodities in any era!

  Since the end of the Fifth Great Holy War that swept across the entire Western Continent, there have been no large-scale wars, but small-scale bloody conflicts are not uncommon.

  The nine major empires are competing with each other, and it seems that an arms race has been going on in secret. The second- and third-rate countries are also surging undercurrents, with swords drawn and bows stretched, not to mention those principalities and families that occasionally erupt into bloody conflicts over land disputes, mineral veins, and religious beliefs.

  Apart from the chaos in the human world, the Shinma Empire on the Dark Continent was also restless, constantly plotting a counterattack to occupy the Western Continent.

  Those dark races under the earth are also eyeing the rich resources on the surface, like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, ready to open their bloody mouths and hunt down their enemies.

  Deldranck, where Tangdon is located, is a third-rate country. The surrounding areas are also unstable. To the northwest lies the Beastman Empire, which occupies the Sunset Grasslands. To the west lies the Dragon Ridge, a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles and is home to many alien tribes. As for the northern Twelve Kingdoms Alliance, which borders Deldranck to the east, friction has never ceased.

  Twenty years ago, the northern nations even jointly launched a war against the Eastern Twelve Nations Alliance. Until now, the scars and trauma of the war have not dissipated.

  In such a chaotic environment, it's impossible for the arms trade not to be booming.

  As one of the nine great empires, Sheng Jide Lan's military-industrial technology is beyond doubt. These armor suits called "Brave Warriors" are absolutely excellent in quality and workmanship.

  Even if it's not a fine product, Downton won't worry about selling it out.

  There are too many potential customers, not to mention those backward four-rate small countries and principalities that lag behind in forging technology. Just the large nobles and rich merchants from all over can consume a lot, let alone the beastman tribes that have almost no mineral deposits and most of their ironware has to be imported.

  "If we spread the news that we have military supplies, let's just sit at home and wait for the money!" Tong Dun smiled, "What do you want, I'll buy it all for you!"

  "Wait for your corpse then!" Holma sneered, "I've almost figured out the origin of this underground city. If you dare to sell these military equipment, I guarantee that within a week, you'll be targeted by Jutland's spies, kidnapped, interrogated, and finally thrown into the wilderness as a corpse."

  "I was just daydreaming, I didn't think of selling it." Tang Dun cried injustice, "The gold coins, gems, and artworks in the underground castle are endless, and I'm not stupid, why do I have to take risks and sell military equipment?"

  Smuggling arms, this is a game that only people with power and background have the qualifications to participate in. If Tang Don rushes in rashly, he will absolutely die without a place to bury his body, let alone having no way to explain the origin of these military equipment.

  Warrior set as a formal armor, even if the imperial and legion emblem on it are polished away, it is impossible to cover up the overall Saint Gerdian forging style.

  "If they can't be sold, aren't these equipment useless? They're not as good as the ones on Tangdon's body, are they?" Serese asked.

  "These armors are for ordinary soldiers, if Tangdon was a small lord or a noble who is allowed to have private troops, he could list and deploy dozens of hundred-man guards, quickly increasing his strength, unfortunately he is just a civilian."

  Homa sighed, this was a world with strict hierarchy, Tang Dun's birth was too low, even if he had enough gold coins to fill the entire underground city, he still didn't have the qualifications to buy land and manors, because these things were forever the symbols of nobility.

  "What's wrong with being a commoner? Even if I'm a serf or a slave, I won't be humble." Tong Dun licked the dry corner of his mouth, "Just wait and see, I will become a great noble, a lord with vast lands."

  As a poor little postman, Tong Dun not only had to support himself but also accumulate his sister Yilian's tuition and living expenses, living a hard life of working at least sixteen hours a day, but he never gave up on his dream of standing out.

  "What nonsense about marrying a princess, becoming an imperial prince or a great nobleman, those are all too far-fetched. My current goal is just to become the mayor of Morning Mist Town." Tang Don thought that Li Si was relying on being the son of the town mayor, threatening his life and openly extorting him, his anger couldn't help but burst out.

  This time it was just a torn dragon tooth, what if it were his sister? Irene rarely comes home now, only because Tangdon insists, because she is frequently harassed by Lister and that group of people.

  To know that the status of ordinary people is very low, even if they are 'accidentally' killed by nobles, their families can only get some cheap compensation, and it's not worth expecting them to pay with their lives. As for humiliation, injury, and disability, the punishment is even lower, and if you encounter it, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

  Why are there so many bandits on the border? Apart from those who are inherently evil, some of them were forced to become that way because they had no other choice and couldn't make a living.

  "I believe you can do it!" Seres clenched her small fist and cheered Tang Dun on.

  "Are you a lowly maggot or a lazy earth spirit? You've even obtained the ancient demon scripture, yet you're only thinking of becoming the mayor of this broken town now." Holma's sarcastic remark was laced with disdain. "Next time, spare me the trouble and don't say it out loud. I'm afraid of losing face for you!"

  Looking at the burning magical words, Tang Dong rolled his eyes. He had already experienced Holma's poisonous tongue.

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