One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-Seven Things Have Nothing to Do with Me

"Don't you go and see your filial sons and grandsons and let them reduce some losses?" Chris asked, looking at the source of magic sitting on the sofa.

"Them? I'm in this state now, how can I still take care of them?" Magic Origin snorted, staring depressedly at the huge LCD TV in front of him in a daze.

On the TV, a beautiful girl group is posing, and the audience in the stands are also very excited to watch.

This is a large-scale talent show, and it is the top program of the so-called cultural export of the Eternal Empire. The women on the TV screen looked exquisite one by one, but it was a pity that the one admiring their slender legs was a mechanical puppet.

"What's more." The source of magic turned his head, looked at Chris and said: "Those are just tools for me to realize my wishes. They lived for me, and there is nothing wrong with them dying for me now." .”

"I've already failed...so they're useless." Having said that, Magic Origin picked up the remote control from the sofa, chose a channel that was broadcasting agricultural planting training, and watched it with relish.

In the heart of this old urchin who has lived for 10,000 years, the importance of women is far more interesting than that of plastic greenhouses.

Chris thought about it for a while, and then he was relieved. He also felt that letting the source of magic at this time, that is, such a puppet, tell the demons that the source of magic has been defeated and the war is over, it is no different from joking.

Who would believe that such a weak-looking puppet is the powerful source of magic?

It is estimated that if this is really done, the group of demons who are already desperate will slash the puppet in front of them with a sword, continue to believe that the source of magic is just missing inexplicably, and continue to fight with confidence.

In other words, if this kind of thing really happens, Chris still finds it very interesting. But he didn't have bad tastes to this extent, so he didn't intend to push the origin of magic to the front line to die.

But the most annoying thing is that this source of magic still left such a huge energy cluster in the sky above the battlefield. As long as this group of energy doesn't dissipate, the demons still have a little bit of hope.

They hoped that this group of energy would finally become manic again, helping them destroy the invaders and turning the tide of battle.

"There is really no good way." Chris rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh. He was always thinking about how to take the demons back for his own use as soon as possible.

End the war as soon as possible, and then let Mananshan disarm and return to the fields, so that the Alan Hill Empire can enjoy a few years of peace.

In this way, he can also seize the time to develop some new technologies and push the civilization of Alan Hill to a new peak.

"That mass of energy will eventually be absorbed by nature, and its existence is after all against the laws of nature." Staring at the plastic greenhouse, the source of magic said at this time: "The speed will not be very fast, but within a few dozen days, It should be absorbed very little."

He is like a tsundere child. When an adult encounters a problem, he likes to show off what he has mastered to attract the attention of others.

Chris nodded, and finally decided to ignore the poor demon defenders who were still struggling in the city of Whithorn.

Just a few days ago, the industrial robots of the Alan Hill Empire began to spread in Seris. After these robots replicated themselves, part of them began to produce other parts.

After having so many professional precision machining workers, the top executives of the Alan Hill Empire began to realize that the Alan Hill Empire could develop faster.

"Your Majesty, this is a photo sent from the front. 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 taken aback by the golden light in front of his eyes. When he realizes that such a luxurious library is right in front of him,

He looked at the source of magic who was watching TV.

"You don't understand economic construction at all, and then use precious metals to make books?" Chris really wanted to call the guy in front of him a black sheep, but he 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, the papers were all torn. I had no choice, so I ordered books to be made of metal. But then the metal rusted, It can’t be used again, so I ordered to try it with gold.”

Having said that, he was obviously proud: "As a result, the gold can be kept in its original state for a long time, and I think this thing is really convenient."

Chris sighed, and then looked at Luther again: "Find a way to transport all these books from the devil world back to Serris... The pictures must be archived, and nothing can go wrong!"

"Subordinates understand!" Luther nodded slightly: "Princess Andrea and Concubine Vivienne are at the scene, do you want them..."

"Let...Andrea take charge of this matter! Vivienne will assist you!" Chris ordered after thinking about it. He also felt that it was time to find some jobs for these two female soldiers, otherwise they would still worry him very much if they ran around all day long.

"Where is the navy's location?" After arranging tasks for the two running princesses, Chris continued to ask.

"Because the command was handed over to Wagron, the advance speed of the navy is not fast. They have bypassed the southern waters and are heading north along the coastline." Luther answered Chris's question.

"Several aircraft carriers, dozens of warships... such a huge fleet, the combat power is wasted." Chris was a little emotional.

"The marines occupied the coastal area 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 is over, the weapons and equipment on the surface of the planet seem to be...wasted." When Chris thought that his space destroyer had already traveled in space, he felt a little depressed.

His sky fleet, his huge army air force, and his expensive navy seemed to be useless overnight. At this time, Chris once again had the idea of ​​disarmament in his heart.

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