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93. Wait, this is actually a strategic troop-building game? The Fire Dragon Legion has been established?

Tulsa, Greenwood.

On this land that had just been "granted" sanctity and independence by the Federation through an agreement, some ancient and magnificent project was proceeding in full swing.

"Wakanda", the giant beast worshipped as a god by the local residents, is following the dual instincts deeply rooted in its blood and soul and begins to build a nest for itself.

Its starting point is the huge crater that was created when it landed.

There is no roar of excavators, no coming and going of construction vehicles, but only pure, primitive, yet extraordinary power that is enough to move mountains and fill the sea.

As a burrowing creature, the burrowing instinct of the rat-toothed beast is ingrained deep within its genes. When this instinct is amplified a thousandfold by Gaia's power, it becomes a godlike strength.

"boom--!"

Its two massive, sturdy front paws gently pressed down on the dirt at the bottom of the crater. It wasn't a violent digging motion, but more like a gentle comfort. But with that gentle touch, a miracle happened.

With its claws at its center, the solid earth, along with the rocks and pipe debris contained within, instantly lost its inherent physical form. No longer solid, they became thick streams of earth and rock, varying shades of gray and brown. The soil began to flow like water, melting and disintegrating the rocks within, ultimately transforming into the tiniest fluid particles, which swirled, converged, and reorganized under the control of this invisible force.

This is a creative power that is almost like "alchemy".

With the blessing of Jamal Washington's modern soul memory, this nest-building operation has completely gotten rid of the roughness and messiness of wild beasts digging holes.

A straight, cylindrical passage, over twenty meters in diameter, was precisely carved downward. Every inch of its arc was flawless, as if carved by the most sophisticated shield machine. This tunnel guided the "stream" of excavated earth and rock, coating the cave's walls. Supernatural forces altered the microstructure of these materials, compressing, aligning, and fusing them, ultimately forming a layer of black rock smoother than a mirror and as hard as superalloy.

Every hundred meters, a vast spherical space is carved out, its dome high and its floor flat. Lights? No need. A mineral containing trace amounts of phosphorus has been enriched within the rock walls, emitting a soft, cool, moonlight-like glow in the darkness, illuminating the entire underground space as bright as day.

Ventilation? Not even necessary. It can even manipulate the gas exchange in the rock formations, building a perfect, inexhaustible "underground breathing system."

In just a few hours, an "underground palace" had taken shape, with the crater as its entrance, extending hundreds of meters underground and consisting of countless vast halls and wide corridors. Its grand scale and exquisite structure would be enough to put any top architect in the world to shame.

Is this what "home" feels like?

When the consciousness of "Wakanda the Behemoth" was immersed in this vast and solid underground kingdom created by himself, an unprecedented sense of security and belonging emerged from the depths of Jamal's soul.

At the same time, he could clearly feel his own strength increasing dramatically within this "domain." It was as if the entire nest, and even every inch of the Greenwood area above it, had become an extension of his body. He could easily sense the crawling of every ant on the surface and "hear" the sound of every plant growing.

What made him feel even more gratified were the changes above the surface.

Those street thugs who used to be idle, talking about the F word, and exchanging government relief money for cheap drugs and low-quality alcohol, now miraculously put down the bottles and dice in their hands.

They spontaneously organized themselves, holding brooms and shovels to clean up the mountains of garbage on the streets; they climbed ladders and used brushes and paint to cover up the ugly, gang-themed graffiti on the walls, replacing them with huge murals in black and silver, depicting the majestic figure of the "Black Panther Sacred Beast."

The community church had been renovated. Instead of the pastor's weak sermons, the sound of reading filled the air. A group of young people, barely able to spell their own names, clutched books, haltingly learning the most basic vocabulary and grammar in a makeshift "literacy class."

Is it the inspiration of a miracle? Or the subtle influence of supernatural power?

Maybe, both. But this is a good start.

In fact, this is also the effect brought about by the skill [Nest Building] of the "Rattooth" - the nest will provide an aura, and the health, work efficiency and public security of the surrounding residents will be improved.

In reality, it means "everyone is kind" and building a harmonious society together.

“This kind of scene… this is what I, my grandfather, and my father have been pursuing all our lives… not to blame others or give up on ourselves, but to unite, become stronger, and build our homeland with our own hands. This is the light of hope!” “Holy Beast Wakanda” watched all this through the shaking of the earth, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Just then, he made a new discovery.

He could feel his body secreting a special juice that contained enormous energy. This was the "nutrient secretion" ability of the rat-toothed beast. And now, with his precise control of power, he could actually purify this raw liquid!

He carefully used his extraordinary strength to separate a drop of liquid the size of a grain of rice from his body, then suspended it in the air. Under his will, the drop began to spin at high speed, continuously removing impurities and rapidly shrinking in size, eventually becoming a drop of liquid the size of a needle tip, emitting a brilliant golden light, like molten gold.

The purity of the energy contained within it is no less than the "extraordinary solution" mass-produced by the federal government that he felt from those "Super Maruns"!

"This... this is..." Jamal's consciousness fluctuated violently because of this discovery.

He needed a test subject. Someone absolutely loyal, absolutely devout, someone he could entrust this power to.

His gaze turned to the old pastor who was kneeling on the edge of the huge pit, leading the believers in prayer day and night.

He controlled the giant beast and slowly lifted its head from the deep pit.

"God!"

"The sacred beast has responded to us!"

The crowd cheered wildly.

The giant beast ignored everyone. It just stretched out a front claw as thick as a battering ram, and gently tapped the tip of the claw on a special, huge piano-like keyboard.

A line of words immediately appeared on the huge display screen next to it.

"Pastor Elijah, come forward. I will grant you the power to defend your homeland."

The old pastor was so excited that he was trembling all over. He almost crawled to the front of the giant beast and knelt on the ground devoutly.

The drop of golden liquid, pulled by an invisible force, slowly floated towards the old pastor, and then accurately injected into his body from his neck.

The next second, a dramatic change occurred!

"Ah-uh!"

The old priest let out a stifled roar of pain, his once shriveled and frail body rapidly expanding like an inflated balloon! The blood vessels beneath his skin bulged like twisted earthworms, his knotted muscles ripped through his worn priestly robes, his bones crackled, and in a matter of seconds, his height soared to over two meters!

Although his face was still covered with wrinkles, his powerful body filled with explosive strength and the gleam in his eyes were no less powerful than any battle-hardened "Super Ma Run"!

Even stronger than them!

"My Lord... I feel it!" Pastor Elijah felt the power surging within him, and he knelt down again with tears in his eyes. "I feel infinite power!"

Looking at this perfect "work" in front of them, Wakanda feels more confident.

"Then come on!"

"Build the army! Expand the army!"

The extraordinary drops were distributed among selected believers, some of whom were black people from the local community, some were believers from the surrounding area, and some were even white people.

But they are all loyal!

"Well... from now on, let's call them... the Fire Dragon Legion!"

"Fire is red, and the dragon represents the East. My thoughts are inspired by that great man from the East who wrote about red ideas! This name is just right!"

With their own army of extraordinary beings, they will no longer be afraid of most threats even if Wakanda is not around!

However, at this moment, a strong and strange smell, a mixture of "delicious" and "threatening", came from the direction of Hope Springs Town without any warning, instantly capturing all his attention.

That's prey!

It is a powerful, rare prey that can provide him with huge benefits!

The giant beast's instinct overwhelmed everything at this moment.

"Protect this place well, and if you have the energy to spare, save the innocent!"

He left behind one last instruction, and his huge body suddenly leaped out of the deep pit, landing on all fours, turning into a black lightning and rushing towards the source of the breath!