Chapter 687 - 595: Otakus Are Not to Be Messed With
It was still that golden, shimmering desert, and the same tavern located in the Desolate Land.
But when Amberser arrived in his mecha, the tavern was still packed with people.
Watching the poet bustling with joy behind the bar, Amberser wondered if these customers had been kidnapped, for there wasn’t even a road outside, so how could there be so many natives from the desert coming here to drink?
Amberser, clad in heavy armor, appeared at the entrance of the tavern, attracting many curious gazes.
In the Golden Desert, wearing this type of apparel amounted to suicide.
The scorching daylight sun would turn the armor into a steaming cage, cooking the flesh within directly, and even Lizardmen couldn’t endure such suffocating heat. At night, the metal armor would fail to keep warmth, causing the body’s temperature to drop quickly and freeze solid.
Even with a cloak draped over it, gaps in the metal armor would soon fill with sand and erode severely; in just a few days, the meticulously maintained joints would jam with sand, and the lubricating oil would turn into grinding paste.
But being able to wear this heavy armor to the pub meant this wasn’t an ordinary person.