Armageddon Steel Legion!
Leo naturally knew about the Armageddon Steel Legion.
Among the countless mortal legions of the Human Empire, this army could be considered quite renowned.
They came from the heavy industrial world of Armageddon.
Year-round, they wore heavy trench coats and fully sealed gas masks.
What they excelled at most was mechanized warfare.
Infantry rode in Chimera armored transports for rapid advancement.
Sentinel walkers were responsible for reconnaissance.
Hellhound tanks incinerated clustered targets, while Leman Russ tanks crushed enemies head-on.
Infantry.
Heavy firepower.
Armor.
They had it all.
If they were truly allowed to develop, this would not merely be a collection of special troop types.
It would become an entire, complete warfare system.
“Lord?”
An aged voice sounded from the side.
Leo snapped back to reality.
Several men wearing coarse linen clothes and looking exactly like old farmers were standing near the gold mine not far away.
The leading old man was still clutching a hoe in his hand.
[Territory Resident: Old John]
[Occupation: Farmer]
[Tier: 0]
“Lord, you had better recruit soldiers as soon as possible.”
Old John looked anxiously toward the outside of the territory.
“There are orcs active nearby. With the appearance of a new lord, they will come over very soon.”
“Orks?”
Leo raised an eyebrow.
Only then did he remember the novice trial.
After entering Galaxy, every player would receive half an hour of preparation time.
Afterward, they would encounter a random attack.
It could be goblins.
Wild wolves.
Undead.
Or even orks.
Orks happened to be one of the hardest types of enemies to deal with during the early stages.
Galaxy’s troops were divided into ten ranks in total.
Even the most basic Tier-One Ork Boy possessed attack power and vitality comparable to those of a normal Rank-Three human soldier.
In his past life, Leo did not know how many small lords had been forcibly overrun by groups of orcs.
Yet Leo smiled.
“Orcs…”
If it were still his past life, he would indeed have a headache.
But now?
One could only say that this group of orks was not very lucky.
“How much time is left?”
“About half an hour.”
“That’s enough.”
Leo opened the territory panel.
[Territory: Small Territory]
[Gold Coins: 500]
[Iron Ore: 500]
[Timber: 500]
[Food: 500]
These were the standard resources provided to every novice lord.
Just as Leo was preparing to place the barracks, his gaze suddenly paused.
The stone-and-wood command hall that should have originally existed in the center of the territory had somehow transformed into a dark-gray steel building.
Communication antennas.
An armored door.
Sealed firing ports.
[Imperial Frontline Command]
Leo looked to the side.
The crude lumber mill had already been transformed as well.
Several roaring machines had been added to it.
Trees were dragged inside by mechanical arms and quickly cut into neat pieces of timber.
[Automatic Lumber Mill]
Even the original water well had transformed into a silver-gray facility.
Pumping.
Filtering.
Disinfecting.
Bottling.
[Hydration Ration Canister Production Center]
Leo’s eyes lit up.
It wasn’t just the barracks.
His basic territory buildings were also transforming toward the Warhammer system.
“Interesting.”
However, now was not the time to study them.
Leo directly placed down the blueprint.
Rumble——!
The earth shook violently.
Large patches of land sank downward as a thick steel city wall suddenly rose from the ground.
An armored gate.
Firing platforms.
Watchtowers.
Chimneys.
Searchlights.
In just a short moment, a dark-gray Armageddon Steel Legion War Fortress occupied a large area on the western side of the territory.
Its scale was at least five times larger than the Imperial Frontline Command.
Several old farmers were completely dumbfounded as they watched.
[Armageddon Steel Legion War Fortress construction complete!]
[Troop list unlocked!]
Leo immediately opened the troop list.
[Tier 1 – Armageddon Steel Legion Infantry Squad]
[Tier 1 – Grenadier Squad]
[Tier 2 – Political Commissar]
[Tier 3 – Heavy Bolter Squad]
[Tier 3 – Plasma Gun Squad]
[Tier 3 – Missile Launcher Squad]
[Tier 4 – Steel Legion Stormtrooper]
[Tier 4 – Chimera Armored Transport]
[Tier 5 – Armageddon Sentinel Mech]
[Tier 5 – Hellhound Tank]
[Tier 6 – Leman Russ Tank]
[Tier 6 – Basilisk Self-Propelled Artillery]
Leo looked from top to bottom.
“Truly awesome.”
An A-Rank barracks could only recruit Rank-Six troops at most.
However, for the original Elven Empire Fortress, no matter how strong the Tier-Six troops were, they were still mainly archers, sword guards, and Ancients of War that developed along the way.
The fortress before his eyes was completely different.
Infantry.
Heavy weapons.
Armored transports.
Mechs.
Tanks.
Self-propelled artillery.
This was an entire modernized mechanized legion.
Leo clicked on the recruitment prices.
[Steel Legion Infantry Squad]
[Headcount: 10]
[Gold Coins: 40, Iron Ore: 20, Food: 20]
[Political Commissar]
[Headcount: 1]
[Gold Coins: 100, Iron Ore: 50, Food: 5]
[Grenadier Squad]
[Headcount: 5]
[Gold Coins: 80, Iron Ore: 80, Food: 10]
[Heavy Bolter Squad]
[Headcount: 5]
[Gold Coins: 80, Iron Ore: 80, Food: 20]
[Plasma Gun Squad]
[Headcount: 5]
[Gold Coins: 60, Iron Ore: 80, Food: 10]
[Missile Launcher Squad]
[Headcount: 3]
[Gold Coins: 90, Iron Ore: 90, Food: 10]
Further down were the heavy units.
[Chimera Armored Transport: Gold Coins 550, Iron Ore 180]
[Armageddon Sentinel Mech: Gold Coins 420, Iron Ore 240]
[Hellhound Tank: Gold Coins 520, Iron Ore 550]
[Leman Russ Tank: Gold Coins 750, Iron Ore 520]
“Tsk.”
“It really is expensive.”
His initial resources could not even afford a single Chimera.
Let alone a Leman Russ.
However, this was only the novice trial.
Why use a butcher’s cleaver to kill a chicken?
Leo made a simple calculation.
“Eight squads of infantry.”
“And two squads of Grenadiers.”
[Confirm recruitment?]
“Confirm.”
[Deducted Gold Coins: 480]
[Deducted Iron Ore: 320]
[Deducted Food: 180]
[Remaining: Gold Coins 20, Iron Ore 180, Timber 500, Food 320]
The next second, red lights illuminated the interior of the fortress.
Leo originally thought he would still have to wait.
The barracks in Galaxy all had daily output limits.
No matter how high the rank was, a higher rank only meant that more troops could be trained.
Yet, in just a few seconds—
Boom!
The armored gate opened.
Neatly arranged footsteps echoed from the darkness.
Rows of soldiers wearing gas masks and heavy trench coats marched out of the fortress.
Lasguns.
Helmets.
Backpacks.
Complete combat equipment.
Eight squads of infantry.
Two squads of Grenadiers.
A full ninety soldiers.
In less than a minute, they had completely finished assembling.
Leo was stunned for a moment.
“So fast?”
He immediately opened the barracks interface.
There was no training progress.
There was no daily output.
Even more importantly—
There was no output limit.
[Current Status: Can Continue Recruiting!]
Leo stared at this line of text.
His eyes grew brighter and brighter.
What was the most troublesome thing about barracks in Galaxy?
It wasn’t resources.
It was time.
No matter how many resources there were, once the daily training limit was reached, one could only wait.
But his War Fortress was different.
As long as there were gold coins, iron ore, and food, he could continue producing troops.
One hundred people a day.
One thousand people.
Or even ten thousand people.
All of it was possible.
As long as resources were sufficient, he could produce troops infinitely.
“Roar——!”
At this very moment, a deep roar suddenly came from the distant wasteland.
Old John’s complexion instantly turned pale.
“Lord!”
“The orcs are coming!”
Leo raised his head.
At the end of the wasteland, towering green figures had already climbed over the hillside.
A densely packed horde was charging toward the territory.
Leo glanced at the ninety neatly arranged Steel Legion soldiers behind him.
Then he looked toward the approaching orcs.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
“They’ve come just in time.”