Herbert's description sent chills down Wang Junfeng's spine. The Iron Fury Empire was practically an unfathomable industrial Cthulhu, mercilessly devouring the flesh and bones of the living, only to spit out countless cheap products to sustain even more people.
"A land of barbarians! Truly a land of barbarians!"
Wang Junfeng could hardly comprehend it. He looked at Herbert incredulously, "And you don't rise up in rebellion?"
In Wang Junfeng's eyes, the people of the Land of the Setting Sun seemed terrifyingly compliant, able to endure such cruel exploitation. If this were in the Central Plains, the people would have long been shouting 'Are kings and nobles born of a different kind?'
Herbert gave a bitter smile, "How can we rebel? In the face of steam battle armor and steam tanks, the strength of mere flesh is meaningless. The empire's army can easily crush all resistance."
"Too brutal."
