Lin Feng didn't comfort Li Wei anymore; he simply gave a brief but forceful order to Su Wanqing and Qin Lan, who were standing to the side.

"Su Wanqing, relay my order: the shelter is to enter a state of highest combat readiness immediately! All non-production personnel will be incorporated into the reserve force and subjected to military-style management and training. All supplies will be centrally allocated and prioritized for military production."

"Qin Lan, your Iron Blood Legion, immediately construct three ring-shaped defensive lines around the shelter. Deploy all our heavy weapons there! I want you to transform the shelter into a true steel fortress!"

"Yes, Leader!" the two replied in unison. They sensed the impending urgency in Lin Feng's tone.

"Li Xiangbin, Wang Dachui!" Lin Feng turned to the other two.

"exist!"

"From this moment forward, both of your departments have only one task—production! Production without regard to cost, sacrifice, or consumption! I need steel, massive quantities of steel! I need weapons, weapons that can arm every single person!"

Wang Dachui looked troubled: "Leader, our ore mining speed... can't keep up! Moreover, our existing production lines can only produce some cold weapons and simple crossbows. We don't have the technology and equipment to mass-produce the firearms and cannons you mentioned!"

"I'll handle the technology and equipment," Lin Feng said, his voice carrying an undeniable authority. "You only need to address the personnel and raw materials."

Without offering any further explanation, he turned and strode out of the medical department.

His target was the Blackstone Mountain mine outside the city.

When Lin Feng arrived at the mine, thousands of miners were using the most primitive and inefficient methods, wielding picks and shovels, to painstakingly extract the associated iron ore from the hard rock. The work was inefficient and extremely dangerous.

Lin Feng didn't speak. He simply walked to the deepest part of the mine and stood in front of an unmined, rock wall as hard as iron.

He slowly raised his hands.

The next second, to the astonishment of all the miners, whose eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, a miracle occurred.

A dazzling blue light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. His vast, ocean-like telekinetic power was no longer brutally crushing everything, but rather permeating the entire mine in an unprecedentedly precise and meticulous way!

He can now control telekinesis down to the molecular level!

In his "vision," the internal structure of the entire Black Rock Mountain was clearly visible. He could see where the ordinary rocks were, where the rich iron ore veins were, and where the associated rare metals were, as clearly as if he were looking at the lines on his palm.

"point!"

He silently recited it to himself.

The hard rock wall began to writhe like flowing water! The gray rock and the dark brown iron ore, like two immiscible liquids, were precisely separated and peeled away by an invisible force!

Large amounts of gray stone powder fell like sand, piling up to one side. Meanwhile, the high-purity iron ore was condensed by telekinesis into huge spheres, each over two meters in diameter, which automatically detached from the mountain and floated lightly in mid-air, like soldiers awaiting inspection.

In just over ten minutes, the output of ore that would have previously required thousands of miners to work hard for a month was easily achieved.

The entire mine was completely silent.

All the miners threw down their tools, knelt on the ground, and frantically kowtowed to the godlike figure.

"Wang Dachui," Lin Feng said without turning his head, "have someone come and take all this ore away. Take as much as you can."

Wang Dachui was so excited that his whole body was trembling. He stammered, "Yes...yes! Leader! I...I'll go right away!"

Next, Lin Feng appeared at the largest steel smelter in the shelter.

Facing those massive, primitive blast furnaces that required a lot of coke and time, Lin Feng simply shook his head dismissively.

He stretched out a hand and aimed it at the huge ore spheres that had just been delivered.

"melt!"

The psychodynamic forces vibrated violently at the molecular level, generating unimaginable high temperatures.

Even before entering the blast furnace, those hard ores rapidly turned red and melted in mid-air at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into clumps of scorching, rolling molten iron!

Impurities in the molten iron are forcibly separated and vaporized under the precise control of telekinesis, leaving only the purest molten steel that shines with a golden-red light!

This is the Forge of God!

"Now, this is just the beginning."

Lin Feng's gaze became incredibly focused.

In his mind, countless pieces of knowledge about weapons manufacturing that he had acquired during the Blue Star era flashed through his mind. From the simplest bolt-action rifles to complex automatic rifles, and then to large-caliber artillery... all the design drawings and the construction of all the parts were clearly presented in his mind.

He stretched out his other hand, making a loose fist with his five fingers towards the huge mass of molten steel.

"Sculpt!"

Molten steel, now at its hottest, begins to be stretched, twisted, and shaped in a way that defies all the laws of physics!

A gun barrel is instantly elongated in mid-air, and the rifling inside is spiraled with micron-level precision under the meticulous shaping of telekinesis!

Triggers, firing pins, springs, bolts, recoil springs... one after another, precise and complex parts are "printed" directly from molten steel without the need for any lathe or milling machine processing. Their precision far surpasses that of the most advanced industrial machine tools of the Blue Star era!

In just a few dozen seconds, a brand-new automatic rifle, gleaming with a metallic glint and brimming with violent aesthetics, was assembled in mid-air and then landed with a thud in front of the dumbfounded Wang Dachui.

Wang Dachui's hands trembled as he picked up the rifle. The gun still held a trace of warmth; its cold touch, perfect weighting, and incredibly smooth bolt-action click...

As a top-notch craftsman, he was 100% certain that this was the most perfect creation he had ever seen in his life!

"This is just a sample," Lin Feng said calmly. "What I need is mass production. A massive production line capable of arming 100,000 people!"

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to the individual parts and turned his gaze to the mountains of steel piled up in the factory.

What he wanted to create was not a gun, but a production line that could manufacture firearms himself!

"rise!"

With a low shout, tons of steel shot into the sky!

Under his telekinetic control, massive steel beams were twisted and shaped to form the skeleton of the production line; thick steel plates were cut and folded to become the bases of conveyor belts and machine tools; countless gears, bearings, and transmission rods, as if possessing life, flew, combined, and spliced ​​together on their own...

He was like a conductor whose skill had reached the realm of the gods, and those cold steels were his most obedient orchestra.

One after another, giant machines, filled with a grotesque industrial beauty, used for stamping gun barrels, cutting parts, and assembling ammunition, rose from the ground under his will!

Driven by Lin Feng's miraculous power, an unprecedented "mass production" movement that swept across the entire shelter was launched in full swing.

The entire shelter was transformed into a massive, 24-hour war machine.

The deafening roar of machinery has replaced the former tranquility and become the new heartbeat of the city.

The towering chimneys spewed thick black smoke day and night, staining the sky above the shelter with the bloody colors of the Industrial Revolution.

Tens of thousands of people were mobilized.

Men take off their civilian clothes, put on work clothes, and enter the mines, smelters, and arsenals.

They may not understand the principles of those complex machines, but they can be responsible for the most basic tasks such as handling, feeding, and maintenance.

Women, stepping out of their homes, some of the more skillful ones were organized to sew military uniforms and tents in newly built textile factories.

The other part was responsible for the city's logistics, preparing three meals a day for the men who worked day and night.

Even teenagers were organized to do simple but important tasks such as filling bullet casings with gunpowder or installing fuses on grenades.

No one complained.

Because the terrifying news brought back by the scout team had already been spread throughout the entire shelter in a controlled manner, under the instructions of the higher-ups.

Fear is indeed spreading.

But this fear was transformed into an unprecedented cohesion and a kind of... do-or-die fervor in the face of Lin Feng's godlike power and the steel production lines that rose from the ground and continuously produced weapons!

They knew they had nowhere to retreat. Behind them lay their homes and their loved ones.

Their only way to survive is to hold tight to their weapons, follow their only "god," and win this war for survival!

At the highest point of Chengtian Hall, Lin Feng stood by the window.

He looked down at the city below, which had been completely transformed into a doomsday furnace.

Looking at the factories that work day and night, the convoys of vehicles transporting supplies shuttling back and forth on the streets, the reserve soldiers sweating on the training ground, and the mixed expressions of fatigue, fear, and determination on the faces of every citizen.

His heart, which had become cold and empty due to the overwhelming power, felt a long-lost...burning warmth at this moment.

This is no longer a game for one person.

This is... the last and most brilliant light that a civilization unleashed when faced with annihilation.

He slowly raised his hand, and a newly produced rifle bullet, gleaming with a brass luster, hovered in his palm.

His gaze pierced through endless space, as if he could see the terrifying being hidden in the dark valley, waiting to awaken.

"Let them come."

He muttered to himself, a cold, bloodthirsty laugh in his voice.

"Awaken them."

“I will let them know that this cage contains nothing but prey…”

“...There is another one, even more vicious than them, the warden.”