From afar, Xerxez and his companions could already discern the thunder of horses and the synchronized shouts of soldiers in the wide parade ground, each movement a testament to their unwavering discipline, their stance proud, and their footsteps echoing like deep applause on the very face of the earth. On the elevated stage, a formidable chief commander named Matheros stood, his gaze sweeping across the training ground, and he too noticed Xerxez's regal presence.

'Hmm, Matheros became matured, after I appointed him, as a Chief Commander...though, he never expected this to come in his life...and I am very glad, Thallerion military was now fortified, alert, and prepared for all posible attack of invaders.'

"Welcome to the District of Rigil, Your Majesty," Matheros greeted, his voice resonating with respect, as Xerxez dismounted his white horse, accompanied by his loyal guards and diligent assistants for the tour.

"Here are the Thallerion soldiers," He then, adjusting the sword in its sheath with a confident gesture. "We can send them to war at any time." The soldiers, a sea of disciplined might, instantly ceased their training and bowed in unison to Xerxez upon his arrival.

'Hmm, I can say...the military forces under Matheros' management, was far more advance compare to the previous customary. Well... Matheros leadership was great... I know what motivates him, to do his responsibility, being a new leader of the Thallerion military forces... And I like his military preparedness, for the future of Thallerion...but....'

"Let's avoid such thoughts."

The king gently admonished, for he believed such an idea would only encourage the conscience of war, to which Matheros nodded in silent agreement, accepting his king's wisdom.

'The more, we anticipate war...the sooner, we can encounter the inevitable, destiny of conflicts. I know...this world, nestled with different entities...some were cunning, ferocious, but there are also... adorable, and meek.'

A small steel pistol gleamed at the chief commander's waist, a subtle detail Xerxez noticed in a mere blink. Matheros was a man of imposing stature, taller than Xerxez, with a broad, muscular chest; his voice was deep and commanding when leading soldiers—yet surprisingly gentle when addressing his king.

"Come, let's go to the weapon-making facility," Matheros invited, his armor ornaments clinking with each step, a rhythmic sound signifying his high rank as a military leader in Thallerion.

'hmm, Matheros was indeed, matured. I can see on his move, his elegant as a great leader...he even stiff on smiling. His figure was a testament of good leadership, his attitude, behavior, a calculated move, a proof of keeping his being, as a man of dignity.'

Ahead, the king of Thallerion, saw the Blumentritt-like colored roof of the facility, where the continuous hammering of hard steel resonated from within. The workers, pausing their diligent labor, slightly bowed as Xerxez and his companions entered. The air in Thallerion's weapon-making facility was remarkably cool upon their entry. But, when Xerxez gave the signal for the workers to resume their tasks, the hum of machines burst forth, a symphony of industry—the continuous pounding and clanging of screws whenever the machinery spun, and the jarring saws used to precisely cut logs. Xerxez also observed large logs being fed into the roaring furnace, its coals crackling with an intense heat that melted the raw iron tools for molding.

The workers, their bodies glistening with effort, endured the fierce heat of the furnace, which stung their exposed skin when endured for too long. The molten iron, poured into the waiting molds, flowed like incandescent lava spewed from the heart of a volcano. A molten hot red chili! Grind! Dripping!!! Sparkly Glitches!

The grinding stone rotated, its sharp noise smoothing the blade to perfection. Noticeable sweat dripped from the workers' bodies as they rhythmically hammered the glowing iron, creating a dazzling cascade of sparks with every powerful strike of the hammer. Each mold, a potential brilliance, a new chapter in a warrior's life, echoing the legendary weapons of former kings proudly boasted by Thallerion to new generations. Every hammer blow reverberated outside the facility like a relentless drumbeat in the ears of the training soldiers. Xerxez also smelled the potent bomb-powder being meticulously made by the workers in the corner, carefully placed in precise circular steel casings. "Cranking!"

Xerxez then, proceeded to the vast weapon storage, where an arsenal of swords hung majestically on the walls, and spears stood like silent sentinels on the side. Helmets, like the hollow eyes of skulls, faced Xerxez, lined up in neat rows on sturdy shelves. The polished iron ornaments on the formidable shields awakened a flicker of envy in Xerxez, so he flicked one with his finger, the satisfying click a testament to its undeniable durability.

"How are the newly purchased weapons?" Xerxez inquired, his gaze examining the daggers attached to the wall, his eyes searching for the forms of guns in that expansive room.

'Well...King Driother— a talented king in Thartherus— was glad, as we personally visited his kingdom to buy a special weapon...most of our purchases were discounted... he-he-he.. I know, he wanted to be part of the alliance, so do I... I will encourage all nations with less entity influence. If the alliance will be successfully launched, other countries, with Constellar entity could somehow realize them: our country, our people in unison, our forces in one —will be able to defeat them. I know... a single twig is weak, but as long as you put them up together, even a boulder can be moved aside.'

"The quality provided by the Thartherus nation is truly excellent," Matheros affirmed, a slight peer out the window revealing soldiers hauling heavy boxes to the other headquarters. "Some of the guns have been rigorously tested by General Phalleon... according to their report, there were no defects whatsoever." Matheros's face radiated his positive outlook on the weapons Xerxez had acquired.

'Thartheruz weapons are not a simple toy in the face of all beastly beings, each bling, it weakens their ability to transform...like my dagger, who electrocuted king Hedromus. Hmm, what about the explosive I bought in Vhorlandrus...I was eagerly to buy their unique explosive weapons, as I heard, it can destroy abyssal creature...they said, during the time, abyssal beasts existing, Vhorlandrus, fought effectively and many were rescued.'

"What about the weapons from Vhorlandrus? They were delivered last week, weren't they?" Xerxez asked, approaching the gunpowder, as white as pristine beach sand, but a controllable sneeze escaped him from its weak, yet distinct aroma; fortunately, he had a handkerchief in his pocket, which he promptly plucked out.

'Vhorlandruz country were known as Viking men, most of them lived in the arduous journey across the ocean in Atlantis Ocean.Vhorland people were hunter of sea monsters, and treasure hunters. Their majestic Ark, harbouring in the Vhorlandrus Port. Those explosive balls were powerful to defeat sea monster during their hunting.

"Those explosives have been carefully moved to a safe place; they haven't been tested yet...eh. But I believe they are far more powerful compared to what we have manufactured here in Thallerion, ehh." Matheros stated, observing Xerxez as he meticulously examined the quality of the bomb-powder and the finished, round explosives nearby.

'hmm, if that's the case, Thallerion workers should study first in Vhorlandrus to learn a proper way of making explosive weapons...I will ask king Vhalthimoos, to let my weapon-workers have a hands-on training in their land.'

"In that case, we need to send weapon-workers in Vhorlandrus," Xerxez declared, standing tall, his eyes surveying the entire room towards where Matheros stood. "To further improve the quality of our workers' products." Xerxez even clapped his hands, a fine dusting of bomb-powder clinging to his fingers. "I will talk king Vhalthimoos, in the upcoming alliance between Vhorlandrus and Thallerion. So, prepare yourself, Chief Commander, Matheros."

Xerxez had also procured additional weapons of immense power: colossal cannons from Vhorlandrus, and guns from the Thartherus nation with exquisitely beautiful designs—the proud creation of their unique architecture, featuring a long-nosed gun capable of firing five consecutive, bling shots!!!

"HEHE, you can count me...always."

Outside, large-bodied cannons, capable of launching bombs far across the landscape, stood like ancient sea lions gazing eastward.

'Speaking of alliance, we will buy a phoenix-headed artillery, maybe after settling the district internal problems. The phoenix headed artillery... I heard, it was meticulously crafted, each part resembling the mythical phoenix bird, a symbol of rebirth and power. It burst fire-arrow simultaneously in a long range.'

Xerxez still emphasized that the new generation should never forget the profound wisdom gleaned from the use of old weapons and the rigorous training for spiritual energy to hone everyone to use magical weapons or other war equipment.

'I understand that times were relentlessly advancing, so Thallerion also needed to embrace modern methods of warfare.'

At this crucial juncture, inventors and workers were tirelessly busy creating special, cutting-edge weapons. The manufacture of guns and explosives was Thallerion's paramount objective, to ensure all soldiers were ready for any impending threat to Thallerion's future—even though Xerxez's ultimate ideal was to meticulously avoid war itself.

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