Chapter 145, I want this big guy!

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"I don't want to hear so much reasoning, I just want to know when you can finish making the big thing!" Tearing Flesh growled, growing somewhat impatient.

The elder grabbed Tearing Flesh's hand, "If you want to see those big guys, come with me, I'll show you."

Following the elder, Tearing Flesh arrived at an 'factory'.

This was an open-air site, with lots of wrench kids working here, kicking their pixie assistants' butts, laughing loudly, and occasionally brawling with each other. Sometimes a greenskin was even killed on the spot.

But this didn't affect their work efficiency, and the scene was bustling with fervent activity.

And here, Tearing Flesh saw a lot of good stuff.

There were greenskin trucks being assembled that looked like a pile of junk casually put together into a semblance of a truck, with multibarrel autocannons awkwardly stuffed on top, both capable of transporting the boys to the front lines and acting as a fiercely firing armed transport.