Getting up from the ground, the god puppet twisted his arms and checked his body. Everything was normal with him, and the equipment mounted on the spacesuit was not even missing.
His parachute failed just now, and he managed to land safely only by using levitation magic in the last section.
Everything was normal, which made him very relieved. He dusted himself twice, and then saw a god puppet walking in front of him: "Congratulations on your safe landing!"
"Thank you!" He took off the parachute backpack behind him, and then put the magic crystal fuel refill backpack fixed on the backpack on his back.
While the god puppet who had just landed was busy, he asked his companion who had also just landed not long ago: "Is there a communication signal?"
"Everything is normal in the communication channel, and the signal is very clear... The other party has sent a position confirmation signal... We will meet them soon." The god puppet who landed here a little early replied.
Each of them carries a large amount of magic crystal energy and can survive here for a long time.
Their mission is also very clear, which is to establish a human advancement base on this planet that has been transformed by the Tree of Life.
In fact, this base has been established, including a fairly small town: this town is halfway up a mountain, and is actually made up of a series of connected caves.
The puppets planned different uses for the branches of the cave, and also built a huge communications base on the top of the mountain.
Using the equipment on the spacecraft and the increasing number of satellites overhead, these puppets even revised the map of the planet and began to simply reclaim some land.
In short, this place is not much different from the Magic Continent, except that there are no animals here, only plants growing continuously.
"There may never be mosquitoes here...it's such a nice place." A puppet came over and took out a camera for recording from his special pocket: "Hello, my job is
Responsible for recording everything here."
"Then you should record it carefully! Look at these plants, their leaves are bigger than when they were in Ailan Siris..." He simply folded the parachute and threw it under a big tree. It had just landed.
The god puppet said.
"The climate here is warmer... Wasn't it clearly written in the manual when we came here? Demonic Domain 1 is closer to our sun..." Seeing a signal flare fired by a god puppet rising in the distance, this god
The puppet pointed with his finger and said: "Let's go over! They are waiting for us!"
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"When this battle is over, maybe you will become the first generalissimo of the empire." Arisia handed a record to Waggron, her pretty face full of exhaustion.
She has been in a lot of trouble recently, and has been busy persuading the demons to surrender. Although she was created by the origin of magic, she is a real "surrender".
In fact, she also wanted to fight, but after her confrontation with the Elanthir Empire's army, she knew that there was no hope of victory in this war.
It is foolish and unwise to persist in a war with absolutely no hope of victory. Unless the other party wants to exterminate the nation, compromise is not an unacceptable option.
After all, this war was started by the demons, and during the war that lasted for thousands of years, the demons did indeed do many outrageous things. Just before the demon world was counterattacked, the demons were still burning, killing, and looting on the magic continent.
, destroying the entire southern region of what is now Ireland Hill.
Therefore, now that the demons can live a well-fed and well-fed life under the rule of the Elanthir Empire, it is actually a very good result.
"How much achievement is this? Generalissimo? I can't even think about it!" Wageron smiled, opened the record, and read it carefully.
This is the statistical report of the civilians that the demons recently surrendered, as well as the army. It shows that in the past ten days, a total of 3 million civilians of the demons have been included in the rule of the Ailanthil Empire, and almost 500,000 more
The regular army surrendered.
In fact, according to human standards for accepting prisoners, only the 500,000 so-called regular soldiers are top-quality labor materials, and most of the remaining civilians can only be regarded as the cheapest labor force that is barely qualified.
Unlike the elves who know natural magic and are good at fighting, demons have a bad perception in the human world. Everyone is not willing to accept demons or recruit demons to work.
However, this is not always the case. In some special industries, demons are still very popular: for example, the erotic performances of the succubus clan are very popular in the demon world.
Of course, other industrial demons are also naturally good at it, such as high-level demons with wings, which are quite convenient for delivering express...
Even so, the mining industry and high-risk jobs that the demons are most engaged in in the areas ruled by the Elanthir Empire are still the most common.
In addition, there is a risk of death at any time with a large army of demon servants fighting against the same clan, but the income is relatively high.
"In half a month, we advanced such a long distance...captured hundreds of thousands of enemy troops, occupied several large cities...controlled a population of several million! You actually look down on such a victory?"
Arisia felt that Waggron was just showing off.
No general will underestimate such a glorious victory and a general who can achieve such a great victory, and any monarch will not be stingy with his rewards.
Wageron shrugged his shoulders and said: "In the Holy Demon Empire, in the Puppet Empire, in the Southern Kingdom, in the Kashyyyk Empire, in the Norma Empire... every victory we have is so glorious."
What he said was a fact, but this fact made Arisia, the demon king, a little unbelievable. She really couldn't understand what kind of existence an empire that regarded such glorious victories as a commonplace was like.
"Actually, I am very satisfied with the reward given to me by His Majesty the Great Emperor! And the empire's standards for promotion to generalissimo are actually more stringent than you think." Wageron said seriously.
Even now, he is still full of respect for the marshal's emblem on his shoulders. He knows that it was built with the blood and lives of countless people and is as solid as a rock!
Seeing Arisia looking at him with her beautiful eyes, Wageron continued: "And, as far as I know... the empire will have a second marshal soon!"