Appalled
The truck particles form into it, the large truck being a heavily armoured truck the size of the road forms.
A large plow covers the front bumper. Fast moving saw blades curve down the large, plow a massive gas powered engine with 20 cylinders.
Sits inside the compartment. "I can connect that to a spatial compartment for fuel later." The double sets of tires have 4 large blades with 4 sharpened edges to spin effectively.
He glance at it, the 2 extensive exhaust pipes scale off into the air. The dead back truck gaining an armoured trailer.
Equipped with multiple firing slots for heavy weapons. Blades run along both of the lower sides.
Barbed wire equipped under it with razor edges. To prevent zombies from bursting through underneath.
The entire midsection of the trailer covered in a thick reinforced plate. "Oh, it has fridge doors on the roof."
he glances at the upper side of the truck, multiple Sentries folded in "seem they can be loaded from inside."
he climbs up the step 2 steps on the side opening the reinforced door pistons.
Shift retracting swing it open he gets inside. "a catwalk guarded by barbed wire and flame turrets. " He nods.
"quite good. You can move between the cab and trailer with this." he mumbles, glancing at the catwalk.
"it's also segmented for easy turning. " He glances at the driver's seat then the window. A small section of reinforced plates attach to blades on it, he presses a button randomly.
The blades folding down into the engine cover. He gets out, shutting the door before walking to the back.
Opening it, a ramp flies down, slamming against the ground. "Good, fast deployment vehicle."
"COME ON YOU SLOW POKES GET IN!" he points towards the trailer. They shiver walking in they glance either side.
A Bench attached to the lower sections to the floor sitting down on it the ramp retracts. The heavy doors.
Shutting as the internal vault locks seal. walking to the driver's seat, he sits down in it.
Pressing the switch, it extracts his blood. The red circle changing to. Green, the engine booms to life.
The exhaust starting, he glances at the full tank. "Perfect!" he pushes on the gas shooting fourth.
The cars still on the road blow through easily. They glance out the bar weapon slot. The zombie groan and shamble towards the noise running into it. They're shredded to pieces.
The turrets don't activate. Taking a sip of the precook can, he smiles. "A Fridge oven microwave and a bed. Everything needed to live and loaded.
"I guess it meant for a long expedition," he finishes the can of pop. He pushes a set of buttons, a grinder emerging from a corner throwing it in.
It shuts and retracts. "I just notice I didn't look at the traits it got" he pulls them up.
[Scrap truck]
[Grade: Gold]
[description: A heavily armoured fully equipped truck armed to the teeth in weaponry and turrets capable of transporting up to 60 people comfortable or up to 80 effectively.]
[Trait 1: full restock. The truck can fully restock on all items within 3 days of no use.
[Trait 2: bloody Durability. The truck absorbs blood from enemies to strengthen its own defence.]
[Trait 3: buffing dominion. The truck can temporarily deploy a buff amongst allies that boost the strength of all allied entities by 5. last as long as mana supplied.]
[Trait 4: construct upgrading. The truck is capable of being upgraded, as more is attached to it. And is 100% compatibility with any type of constructs.]
"quite good," he continues driving closing in on the area they said. 1 of them walks to the cab.
seeing the technical passenger seat "it's a command Console it's meant for large-scale mobilization"
He says the man shocked at the explanation. "Sit, it's not active," he agrees, the chair remaining stationary.
"I can activate it with buttons on my side and move the chair. " He points out the individual functions. "The console itself can be attached to anything, be it a VR headset or reality room."
he nods slightly understanding "it is important to logistics too especially when I get satellites up" he continues chatting with him before eventually getting to the topic he wanted.
"what did you come in here for?" he nods. "we are all hungry" he lowers his voice, Earnestly asking for food.
Akiyama nods "understandable". A kettle switch out with the microwave "you can make 3 cups of ramen"
The shelf moves out, opening up the pantry. Showing the large stock of food. His eyes widen quickly grabbing the ramen as if they'd disappear. Cooking them.
Akiyama points to a tray. Taking it, they put the ramen cups on them, taking them across the rattly catwalk.
Wobbling slightly, he enters the trailer. "I got food. " he pass them a now cooled cup.
Of ramen still warm to the touch, eating them. They pat their stomach. Enjoying it, Akiyama sees the Settlement. "I see" Driving straight into the gate *BOOM* it breaks in.
Stopping in the middle, the turrets activate in warning mode. They turn at a 100-degree angle. Having a wide vision range. He opens the door. Hearing the locking of rifles. He sighs.
"damn you guys are annoying. Even the last group at least understood they couldn't fight me. " Their guns Shake in their hands. "Can't even handle a gun properly," he mumbles.
Jumping out, "DON'T MOVE!" Stuttering their words, they shout. "Shut up. " He falls to his knees. Shivering violently. the door opens again. The guys and girl walking out. "What happened?"
They rush to the man on his knee. "Killing intent," Akiyama mutters. shivering at the mention, they sigh.
"Wait a minute, he's with you guy why he burst through are gate". shaking their head "to get us to move"
She shakes her head worriedly. "he won't accept no for an answer," pointing at him.
"he can kill us easily and turn us all into puppets. He did it to the zombies and beast beings," He snickers. "Indeed, Devil forging is capable of that. " pulling a bar, he munches down on it.
"I have 1000s of these in the truck and tons of other foods. " they glance at it salivating.
"and we have an entire kingdom as well a big 1 too. You should've heard the announcements." they glance at each other nodding "the establishment of the empire."