CHAPTER 394: 299, IRON FIST CIVILIZATION 2

They employed prefabricated components on a large scale, constructing the core frame structure of the conference center like building blocks.

Then this fellow came on stage and glued the prefabricated pieces together.

In this way, the construction progress was greatly shortened, and the international conference center was completed in just twenty-five days.

Of course.

Due to the shortage of materials, many things were done with economy in mind.

For example, the exterior was not even covered with stone, just painted with a layer of external paint.

Similarly, the interior decoration was kept as simple as possible, with the walls painted white and the lights installed, and that was it.

According to previous standards, this was almost a bare shell.

However, it did not affect the use at all.

It was precisely because of this that the Great Xia people were able to build up a considerable city from scratch in the wilderness within a few months at an incredibly astonishing speed.

At this moment.

Inside Conference Hall No. 1 of the conference center.

"...has a very deep understanding of the Sea of Death Black Sand and will serve as a consultant for the Pioneer Alliance to help..."

Mr. Gaba Muda wore a translator in his right ear, listening to the words of the Great Xia representative, feeling a bit embarrassed in his heart.

It’s just that his skin naturally had a metallic sheen, looking like an iron man, showing no visible changes in expression.

In fact.

The Iron Fist Civilization to which Gaba Muda belonged was a civilization world that had only descended into the Primordial World for forty-six years.

Generally speaking, if the time of descent is less than one hundred years, it can only be regarded as a "newbie" civilization world.

But in the words of the Great Xia people, the Iron Fist Civilization seemed like a powerful civilization.

Gaba Muda wanted to clarify the misunderstanding.

But he hesitated, suppressing the urge within himself.

Gaba Muda looked at these weak Canglan people, thinking quietly: "The Canglan Civilization has only been descended for about two years, much weaker compared to the Iron Fist Civilization. By the standards of the Canglan people, our Iron Fist Civilization is indeed very powerful."

Thinking of this, the frustration of being stranded in a mysterious race’s land eased significantly.

"...thank Mr. Gaba Muda for generously imparting his experience, the Pioneer Alliance has gained a great deal of understanding of the Sea of Death Black Sand."

The voice of the Canglan people drifted over again.

Gaba Muda found it a bit amusing.

When did I ever impart any experience to the Canglan people?

The Canglan person called Mr. Ghost encountered me in the Sea of Death Black Sand and took me back to Canglan Star, and he never asked for any information about the Sea of Death Black Sand?

Gaba Muda really couldn’t figure out what was going on in these Canglan people’s minds.

Some Canglan people openly deceived another part of the Canglan people, are you serious?

As Gaba Muda listened to the words of the Canglan people, his thoughts unconsciously drifted away, recalling the difficult path the Iron Fist Civilization had traversed.

When he was ten years old.

The Iron Fist Civilization descended to the Primordial World.

He still remembers that day when the gray sky of the Iron Fist World miraculously turned red as if the sky itself was burning.

From then on, various disasters followed one after another.

A stable life was nowhere to be found, and he witnessed many tragedies and saw too much death.

The second year of the Age of Calamity.

Over a hundred clans of the Iron Fist Civilization abandoned all past conflicts to band together against the calamity.

The seventh year of the descent.

Finally, good news arrived for the Iron Fist Civilization with the birth of its first warrior.

Among many civilizations, this was an average level, proving that the Fist Race’s potential was not bad.

The twelfth year of the descent.

The calamities began to subside.

This indicated that the Iron Fist World was almost completely assimilated by the Primordial Law.

The Iron Fist Civilization was able to handle the calamities with ease and thus entered a period of rapid development.

Eighteen years ago.

In the twenty-sixth year of the descent, the highest leadership group of the Iron Fist Civilization decided to develop the Sea of Death Black Sand.

The Iron Fist Civilization prepared for over half a year, mobilizing a large number of its finest, forming a vanguard legion, and entered the Sea of Death Black Sand for the first time in a massive expedition.

But this decision proved to be a terrible disaster.

The vanguard legion established a base in the Sea of Death Black Sand after half a month’s effort, only to be ambushed by a group of the Primordial Evil Race.

The vanguard legion of the Iron Fist Civilization was no match for the Primordial Evil Race, and more than three thousand troops were completely annihilated.

Moreover.

A large group of the Primordial Evil Race also entered the Iron Fist Civilization’s world through the World Gate.

The vanguard legion was wiped out so quickly that there was no time to close the World Gate.

The Primordial Evil Race was also extremely cunning; they attacked the guardians of the World Gate first.

This incident in the history of the Iron Fist Race is known as the Calamity of the Evil Race.

The Iron Fist Civilization paid a huge price, over two hundred fifty million people were killed or injured, and many cities were destroyed to finally eliminate the invading Primordial Evil Race with much difficulty.

Due to this calamity, fifteen out of eighteen members of the highest leadership group stepped down in dismay, and two leaders were exiled to the Primordial World.

Another thirteen years passed.

Just five years ago.

The Iron Fist Civilization finally licked its wounds and even gave birth to two knights, allowing the civilization to reach a new level.

For the future of the civilization, the new generation of the highest leadership group, after careful discussion, decided to restart the exploration of the Sea of Death Black Sand.

In the following five years.

The Iron Fist Civilization dispatched over a hundred small exploration teams, constantly exploring the Sea of Death Black Sand.

Sometimes the exploration teams could bring back precious resources urgently needed by the civilization, but most of the time, the gains were small and the exploration teams suffered heavy casualties.

Once, even one of the two knights of the civilization was severely injured during an exploration and almost couldn’t return.

During the two-month recovery period of the knight, a pessimistic sentiment spread within the Iron Fist Civilization.

Most people believed that the civilization was too weak and should stop exploring the Primordial World, rest for ten years, and then restart the exploration.

Until the knight recovered and addressed the entire race to reaffirm the importance of exploring the Primordial World.

Because if the Primordial World is not developed, the civilization would have no future.

Half a month ago.

Gaba Muda was selected into an exploration team, crossing the World Gate into the Sea of Death Black Sand.

The early exploration went very smoothly, the team discovered a rare primordial mineral under the sand layers.

The entire team was elated because this mineral could be used to forge a powerful weapon, and bringing the news back would be a great achievement.

But danger always happens unexpectedly.

A powerful giant Black Sand Worm, likely at the middle-rank knight level, suddenly emerged from a sand pit, launching a terrifying black sandstorm.

Countless black sands shot out at several times the speed of sound, instantly killing more than half of the team members.

The high-rank warrior level experts that Gaba Muda previously admired were as fragile as infants before the black sandstorm, turning into sieves in an instant.

He personally saw a rising star of his own race, who was also considered to have considerable potential for becoming a knight, being densely hit, losing more than half of his body in an instant.

At that time, Gaba Muda happened to be in a sand hole, luckily managing to avoid some of it.

After that, he desperately fled, following the pre-explored safe route, sprinting through the sea of sand for an hour, and finally away from the terrifying creature.

A day later.

Gaba Muda bravely returned to the destroyed temporary base, only to find the World Gate already closed.

Clearly.

The Iron Fist Civilization considered the exploration team lost contact and unilaterally closed the World Gate.

This meant that he could never go back.

Gaba Muda stayed by the ruins for a full ten days, but the World Gate never opened; he fell into deep despair.

Just three days ago.

While he was sleeping in a secluded sand pit, he heard a strange voice.

"Hi!"

This voice sounded directly in his mind.

Gaba Muda was startled.

He hesitated for a long time, then crawled out from the sand pit and saw a figure shimmering with ripples.

"A traveler from a mysterious race, I’m called Ghost!"

The figure introduced itself.