"We must get this arranged for Shane and the others."
"The raider set could even become the emblem of the Prison's army in the future."
"As long as they see this armor, all survivors will know they are from the Prison."
Thinking of this, Shawn felt a faint surge of excitement.
When it truly reached the point of 'who in the world doesn't know of me,' who would dare provoke the Prison?
However, even in his excitement, Shawn still maintained his rationality.
He opened his system backpack and found a material called 'Armor Part' among the large quantity of supplies.
Armor Part * 17
Seeing the number following 'Armor Part,' the flame that had just ignited in Shawn instantly extinguished.
A complete set is divided into four parts: helmet, armor, gloves, and boots.
To create these four parts and complete a full set, each piece requires one Armor Part as a core material for crafting.
In other words, with the materials Shawn currently had, he could only make four sets.
"No, this isn't enough."
Shane's trained army currently has nearly 40 people, and even after removing the new recruits, the remaining number was still far from sufficient.
Shawn thought for a moment, called Rick to say goodbye, then drove a small car towards the northern town.
"Armor Parts should only have three acquisition methods."
"Merchant trade, probabilistic Search, and obtaining Armor Packs after completing missions."
"Excluding missions and merchant trade, only Search is the most convenient way to obtain Armor Parts."
"I hope my luck is better and I can find enough Armor Parts before we set off."
Shawn drove with one hand, his forearm resting on the car window frame, and spoke softly.
Currently, there is half a month until the Blood Moon. Shawn planned to deal with the people at The Terminus within a week, leaving the remaining half a month to prepare for the fourth Blood Moon.
Thinking of this, Shawn stomped on the accelerator, and with a few roars of the engine, the small car disappeared down the forest path.
Only a few Walkers slowly emerged from behind, staring blankly at the empty road.
They seemed to still be processing what had just 'whooshed' past them.
…
Shane was also faintly excited.
Perhaps the blood flowing in his veins was inherently warlike; he had some anticipation for this northern journey.
"We will set out to complete a mission, led personally by me and Shawn."
"Don't you usually feel tired when I make you train?"
"Perfect, let me see what you can do during this mission."
Shane's gaze swept over the soldiers standing before him, and his expression only changed when he saw a certain figure.
"Glenn, are you kidding me?"
"I thought you said: everyone in the army has to go." Glenn straightened his body.
"I don't think so. I think you should stay at Camp."
While Shane was speaking, T-Dog, who was beside him, kept winking at him, but Glenn ignored him.
"Since Shawn is going, I will go too."
Shane came in front of Glenn and looked into his eyes, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
"As you wish, I just don't want to hear Maggie's complaints."
Shane was tough on the outside but soft on the inside.
He came before the army, still wanting to say something.
But the roar of a vehicle reached his ears, and a small car, kicking up dust, approached from a distance.
When the small car stopped in front of the Prison, Shawn, who had been gone for nearly two days, stepped out of the car.
It was then that the army realized that a wheeled carriage was being towed behind the small car.
"Rick said you still have some things to prepare."
Shane walked over.
"Yeah." Shawn pointed to the carriage behind him.
"Something good for you all."
As Shawn opened the car door, dozens of neatly arranged raider sets appeared before Shane and the army.
All of them were Quality Three heavy armor, a good partner for damage reduction and critical resistance.
Scattered sounds came as Shawn distributed the sets, and everyone put them on.
Seeing everyone dressed and standing uniformly in front of him, even Shawn himself couldn't help but feel a sense of oppression.
Especially the moment the masks were put on.
Because Shawn couldn't clearly see their faces or expressions, not even their eyes, yet all of them were looking at him.
This feeling could only be understood at the moment of seeing it firsthand.
Shane stood beside Shawn, also clad in a raider set.
With his increasingly strong physique, the heavy armor looked extremely fitting on him.
Everyone just stood silently in front of Shawn, and Shawn already felt a murderous aura.
He put on the Raider Helmet; the helmet and gloves were stock Shawn had drawn previously.
Aside from the gloves being Lv4, the other parts were all Lv3.
The moment he put on the helmet, Shawn felt a sense of heaviness and solidity.
His warm breath hit the mask and bounced back, the confined breathing space causing Shawn's breathing to sound both heavy and rapid.
At this moment, Shawn finally understood why Shane and the others had a special oppressive feeling after putting on their masks.
Now, with Shawn wearing the raider set, the oppressive feeling was even deeper, making him look like a humanoid beast.
In an American horror movie, he would at least be the strongest villain who spans the entire plot.
The kind that can't be killed, can't be shaken off, and just relentlessly pursues until their goal is achieved.
Wearing the raider set, Shawn felt strange holding a long blade.
He put away his Crescent Blade, took out an iron great hammer, weighed it in his hand, then casually rested it on his shoulder, grinning.
"This is more like it."
The discomfort disappeared, and Shawn became even more satisfied with this equipment.
After all, coolness is an atmosphere.
When Shawn was alone, he might look like some extreme supervillain.
But when Shawn stood with the dozens of soldiers behind him, the feeling was completely different.
"Depart, towards Macon City!"
Shawn had just returned but couldn't wait to lead the Fully Armed Shane and the army out.
After they left, Rick appeared on the high platform.
He didn't speak, just silently looked into the distance.
"Are you worried about them?"
Olivia stood behind Rick and asked curiously.
She also assisted Rick and Diana in managing the Prison, just as she did in the original Community, responsible for the inventory and management of supplies.
"No." Rick shook his head.
"I'm just mourning for their target. Another Camp is about to be flattened."
As he spoke, Rick was full of confidence in Shawn and Shane.
He even had a special feeling that this was only the beginning.
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