Raise A Devil

Outside Liang Zhu City, countless ragged-clothed human slaves had been shouting hoarsely. Looking down from the sky, one could see a hundred-miles-squared foundation trench surrounded by countless people, and tens of mile-wide paths reaching straight to the trench from an unseen area, far in the north.

Specially designed pure metal carriages with their wheels sunk deep into the ground were pulled by chains. The other ends of the chains were wrapped around the waists of countless human slaves, as they had been dragging the heavy carriage with no spear pain, even putting their faces directly to the ground.

Giant pieces of obsidian squeezed a creaking noise out of the chariot. The well-polished obsidian was shaped orderly, from thirty-meter-square to hundreds of metes square, thickly covered in sell symbols, giving a frosty feeling under the sunlight, creating an indescribable dark aura, which made the human slaves quiver from time to time.