1017th 2nd Marshal

Getting up from the ground, the god puppet twisted his arm and checked his body. Everything is fine with him, and the equipment attached to the spacesuit is not even missing.

His parachute had just failed, and he barely managed to land safely by using levitation magic in the last section.

Everything was normal, which made him very relieved. He patted the dust off his body twice, and then saw a god puppet walking in front of him: "Congratulations on your safe landing!"

"Thank you!" He removed the parachute backpack behind him, and then carried the magic spar fuel replenishment backpack fixed on the backpack on his back.

The god puppet who had just landed was busy while asking his companion who had just landed, "Is there a communication signal?"

"The communication channels are all normal, the signal is very clear...the other party has sent a position confirmation signal...we will join them soon." The god puppet who landed here a little earlier replied.

Each of them carries a large amount of magic spar energy and can survive here for a long time.

Their task is also very clear, to establish a human advance base on this planet that has been transformed by the tree of life.

In fact, this base has already been established, including a not-so-small town: this town is halfway up a mountain, and it is actually composed of a series of connected caves.

The puppets planned different uses for the branches of the cave, and also established a huge communication base on the top of the mountain.

Using the equipment on the spaceship and more and more 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 are constantly growing.

"There may never be mosquitoes here...it's such a nice place." A puppet came over and took out a video camera from his special pocket: "Hello, my job is Responsible for recording everything here."

"Then you should keep a good record! Look at these plants, their leaves are bigger than those in Alan Siris..." He simply folded up the parachute, threw it under a big tree, and just landed The god puppet said.

"The climate here is warmer... Wasn't it clearly written in the manual when we came here? Moyu 1 is closer to our sun..." Seeing a signal flare fired by a god puppet rising in the distance, the god The puppet pointed and said, "Let's go! They are waiting for us!"

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"This battle is over, maybe you will become the first generalissimo of the empire." Arecia handed a record to Wagron, her pretty face full of exhaustion.

She has been bumpy in many places recently, and has been busy persuading the demons to surrender. Although she was created by the source of magic, she is a real "surrender".

In fact, she also wanted to fight, but after she had confronted the army of the Alan Hill Empire, she knew that there was no hope of victory in this war.

It is foolish and unwise to insist on a war with no hope of victory. Compromise is not an unacceptable choice unless the other party wants to exterminate the family.

After all, this war was first provoked by the demons, and in the war that lasted for ten thousand years, the demons did do many things that angered people. Just before the Demon Realm was counterattacked, the Demon Race was still burning, killing and looting on the Magic Continent, destroying the entire southern region of Alan Hill today.

Therefore, it is actually a very good result that the demons can now live in ample food and clothing under the rule of the Alan Hill Empire.

"How much merit is this? Generalissimo? I dare not even think about it!" Wagron smiled, opened the record, and looked at it carefully.

These are the civilians who have recently surrendered from the demons, as well as the statistical reports of the army.

The above shows that in the past ten days, a total of 3 million civilians of the Demon Race have been brought into the rule of the Alan Hill Empire, and almost 500,000 regular troops have surrendered.

In fact, according to the standard for human beings to accept captives, only the 500,000 so-called regular troops are the best 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 understand natural magic and are good at fighting, the demons have a bad impression in the human world. Everyone is not willing to accept the demons and is unwilling to recruit them for work.

However, this is not always the case. In some special industries, demons are still very popular: for example, the erotic performances of the succubi are very popular in the demon world.

Of course, some other industrial demons are also natural experts, such as high-level demons with long wings, it is quite convenient to deliver express...

Even so, in the area ruled by the Alan Hill Empire, the demons are still engaged in the mining industry, which is a high-risk position.

In addition, there are a large number of demon servants - fighting with the same race, there is a risk of death at any time, but the income is relatively higher.

"In half a month, we have advanced such a long distance... captured hundreds of thousands of enemy troops, occupied several large cities... controlled a population of several million! How can you not look down on such a victory?" Aresia felt that Wagron was putting on airs.

No general would underestimate such a glorious victory. Any general who can win such a great victory will be generous with his rewards.

Wagron shrugged his shoulders and said, "We are in the Holy Demon Empire, the Puppet Empire, the Southern Kingdom, the Kashyyk Empire, and the Norma Empire...every victory is so brilliant."

What he said was a fact, but this fact made Aresia, the devil king, a little unbelievable. She really couldn't understand what kind of existence an empire that took such brilliant victories as a daily routine was like.

"Actually, I am very satisfied with the rewards given to me by His Majesty the Great Emperor! And the empire's standards for promotion to Grand Marshal are actually stricter than you imagine." Wagron said seriously.

Even now, he is still full of respect for the marshal's emblem on his shoulder. He knew that it was forged by countless people with their blood and lives, a rock-solid brilliance!

Seeing Arecia looking at him with beautiful eyes, Wagron continued: "And, as far as I know... the empire will have a second marshal soon!"