"Don't you go see your filial sons and grandsons and let them reduce some losses?" Chris looked at the source of magic sitting on the sofa and asked.
"Them? How could I care about them now that I'm like this?" The source of magic snorted and stared at the huge LCD TV in front of him in a daze.
On the TV, the beautiful girl group was posing, and the audience in the stands were extremely excited to watch.
This is a large-scale talent show, the so-called cultural output of the Eternal Empire. Each of the women on the TV screen looks exquisite, but it's a pity that the one admiring their slender thighs is a mechanical puppet.
"What's more." The source of magic turned his head and looked at Chris and said: "Those are just tools for me to realize my wishes. They originally lived for me, and there is nothing wrong with them dying for me now.
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"I have failed...so they are of no use anymore." Having said this, the source of magic picked up the remote control from the sofa, selected a channel that was broadcasting agricultural planting training, and watched it with relish.
In the heart of this old naughty boy who has lived for ten thousand years, the importance of women is far less interesting than that of plastic greenhouses.
Chris thought for a moment and felt relieved. He also felt that letting the origin of magic at this time, that is, such a puppet, tell the demons that the origin of magic has been defeated and the war is over is no different from joking.
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Who would believe that such a weak puppet could be the powerful source of magic in the past?
It is estimated that if they really do this, the group of already furious demons will chop the puppet in front of them with a sword, continue to believe that the origin of magic is just an inexplicable disappearance, and continue to fight with firm confidence.
Speaking of which, if this kind of thing really happened, Chris would still find it very interesting. But he was not so evil yet, so he had no intention of pushing the source of magic to the front line to die.
But the most irritating thing is that this magic source has left such a huge energy ball in the sky above the battlefield. As long as this energy ball does not dissipate, the demons still have a little bit of hope.
They hope that this energy will eventually become manic again, helping them destroy the invaders and turn the tide of the war.
"There really is no good way." Chris rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh. His mind was always thinking about how to take the demons into his own hands as soon as possible.
End the war as soon as possible, then let Mananshan disarm and return to its fields, so that the Elanshir Empire can enjoy a few years of peace.
In this way, he can seize the time to develop some new technologies and push the Ailanshir civilization to a new peak.
"That mass of energy will eventually be absorbed by nature. After all, its existence violates the laws of nature." Staring at the magic source of the plastic greenhouse, he said: "The speed will not be very fast, but in a few dozen days,
It should be absorbed very little."
He is like a arrogant child. When adults encounter difficulties, he likes to show off what he has mastered and attract others' attention.
Chris nodded, and finally decided not to worry about the poor demon defenders still struggling in the city of Withollands.
Just a few days ago, the industrial robots of the Elanshir Empire began to spread in Seris. After these robots replicated themselves, some of them were separated to start producing other parts.
After adding so many workers specialized in precision machining, the senior officials of the Airanhill Empire began to realize that the Airanhill Empire could develop faster.
"Your Majesty, these are photos sent from the front line. They found a library in the basement of the temple." Luther walked in and handed a tablet to Chris.
Chris took the tablet and was startled by the golden light in front of him. When he understood that such a luxurious library was in front of him, he looked at the source of magic who was watching TV.
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"You don't know anything about economic construction, and then you use precious metals to make books?" Chris really wanted to call the guy in front of him a prodigal, but he still held back.
"There is no way. At the beginning, I was also using paper." The source of magic spread his hands and said helplessly: "But the paper in the demon world is too bad, much worse than the paper you use."
He pointed to some documents in Luther's hand and continued: "So, in less than 300 years, those papers were all tattered. I had no choice but to order books to be made of metal. But then the metal corroded.
It didn’t work anymore, so I ordered to try it with gold.”
Having said this, he became obviously proud: "As a result, these golds can be kept in their original state for a long time. I think this thing is really convenient."
Chris sighed, and then looked at Luther: "Find a way to transport all these demonic books back to Seris... The pictures must be archived, there can be no mistakes at all!"
"I understand!" Luther nodded slightly: "Princess Andrea and Princess Vivian are here, do you want them..."
"Let...Andrea take charge of this matter! Vivian will assist!" Chris thought for a moment and then ordered. He also felt that it was time to find some work for these two female warriors, otherwise they would be here in one day
Running around late at night still made him very worried.
"Where is the location of the navy?" Chris continued to ask after arranging tasks for the two running princesses.
"Because the command was transferred to Wageron, the navy's advance is not very fast. They have bypassed the southern sea and are heading north along the coastline." Luther answered Chris's question.
"Several aircraft carriers, dozens of battleships... Such a huge fleet, the combat power is wasted." Chris sighed with emotion.
"The Marine Corps occupied the coastal areas along the way and captured a large number of demon civilians." Luther said, "The previous report has been sent to you."
"I mean, after this war, the weapons and equipment on the planet's surface seem to be... wasted." Chris felt a little depressed when he thought that his space destroyer was already flying in space.
His sky fleet, his huge army and air force, and his hugely expensive navy seemed to have become useless overnight. At this time, Chris once again thought of disarmament in his heart.
