Without war, we are pioneering and enterprising every day. The astronauts in space are still very comfortable and free to work.
Mayn Space Station is a transit station responsible for communications and information aggregation. Although the scale is not large, it is definitely not small.
According to the earth's standards, its size is about the size of five international space stations, and its internal space is even larger.
The astronauts here are actually very leisurely. They can get supplies on time here, and the daily work content is relatively easy. Moreover, most of them are god puppets, and they do not need any entertainment or physical problems.
A divine puppet leans on his own position and is saving his energy consumption in a similar state of dormant.
One of the only three human astronauts on the spacecraft, the stationmaster in charge of the space station, is sucking a bag of herbal tea specially packaged by astronauts.
He floated in the air, leisurely and comfortable: after all, he could go back to Ailancirius for a vacation in a few weeks.
"At this time, transmitting information...that group of orcs are really diligent." Looking at the electronic computer screen in front of him, a dialog box suddenly appeared, and the divine puppet said in a hoarse voice.
He clicked on the reception confirmation casually, and then saw the progress bar moving from left to right at a rapid speed.
As a war human, he yawned and said carelessly: "Isn't it? Didn't Yuanhang 3 just replenish their supplies? Hundreds of tons of supplies, and 300 new orc pioneers."
Just now, rows of re-entering cabins fell into the atmosphere, leaving rows of comet tails behind when rubbing against the atmosphere.
When I thought of these re-entry, I was transported from the distant Irancis, and the webmaster felt so painful.
So he sighed: "That's all gold! Even if the eggs are sent here, the price is almost the same as that of gold of equal weight."
"Now gold is no longer precious metal! That's just a luxury metal. The most expensive one we have now is the magic crystal." The god puppet smiled hoarsely, then shook his mouse and placed it on the confirmation button.
"Not it, the consumption of magic crystals is too high. I heard that at the current consumption rate, Irancirius' magic crystal reserves are only enough to be used for more than 100 years." The webmaster took over the conversation and spoke
Said.
"Isn't there still Yuexiris?" Another divine puppet on duty interrupted at this time.
The webmaster stretched and threw the plastic-packaged herbal tea in his hand in mid-air: "Ha! Yue Xiris doesn't have much. I heard that it can consume about 170 years together.
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Seeing that the information had been transmitted, the divine puppet tapped the mouse on the confirmed button, and then sighed: "That's really a problem."
After saying that, he was stunned, stopped for about a few seconds before suddenly speaking, "I said...webmaster! You'd better come over and take a look at this!"
The stationmaster of the space station floated behind the divine puppet disapproved and pressed his hand on the divine puppet's shoulder.
He adjusted his floating knowledge, then looked at the screen, and asked with a smile: "What? What happened? This is the information transmitted from the ground just now... Oh my God! The gods are on! Hurry!
quick!"
Having said this, because he was too anxious, he remembered to change his tone and continued to order: "Transfer the message just now to Irancirius! Use the fastest speed!"
"I'm already operating like this." The divine puppet looked at the progress bar that had already sent the message and spoke to the webmaster behind him.
The webmaster who had been staring at the screen subconsciously muttered: "From today, Demon Realm No. 2 may have to be renamed!"
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"Hiss!" A staff member on duty pulled a piece of paper from the printer, stood up and walked out of his duty room quickly.
He walked through the quiet corridor and walked in a hurry to the door of his boss's office.
After sorting out his clothes, he tied the buttons on the collar, he reached out and pressed the doorbell next to the door.
With a sound of pressure relief, the heavy door opened automatically. He carefully pinched the paper and walked to his boss's desk: "A minute ago, the news I just got!"
"Are they sure?" The man with the star on his shoulder solemnly raised his head and took off the glasses from his face.
"Not yet, but if we wait for confirmation, there may not be any clear news coming the day after tomorrow." The staff member on duty replied.
"Then let someone confirm immediately! In addition, send this news to Lord McRion and copy another copy to Your Majesty!" The general thought for a while and ordered carefully.
Seeing his subordinates turn and go out, he grabbed the phone in front of his desk and ordered: "Orange line! Connect with me to the Star Ring Morris Military Harbor, Lord McRion's office."
After a brief silence, he spoke: "Sir, the news I just received was found on the planet of Magic Realm 2 with unknown reserves!"
"Is the message accurate?" On the other side of the phone, McRion was also shocked by the news and asked, "No mistake can happen in this kind of thing!"
"I have asked someone to verify...but this kind of thing cannot be done without the support of Star Rings." The general organized the language and then spoke to explain what he meant by calling.
When McRion heard the other party say this, he also realized the key to the problem. Without Star Rings and the cosmic transport ship affiliated to Star Rings, there is no way to start to verify the news.
So he spoke, "You are right, I understand. I will arrange for the spacecraft immediately to use the transition technology to transport relevant equipment to the planet 2 of the Magic Realm!"
"I hope this discovery is true." The general with glasses said hopefully.
"Yes, I hope so too." McRion's hand holding the phone was trembling slightly: "If we discover new magic crystal reserves, then many of our problems will be solved!"
At almost the same time, Chris received a report about Planet 2 from Luther.
He glanced at Luther and then looked at him: "If this news is true, what do you think the planet of Demon Realm 2 is called? City of Gold? Crystal ore veins?"
"Perhaps, it's customary to name the Ferry." Luther suggested: "It's Marshal Lawns' hometown, and he will definitely like it."
"...you!" Chris pointed Luther twice with his fingers: "It's always like this!"