The Imperial Capital Demon City.
In a huge underground workshop, the sultry air waves distorted the air, and all you could see were naked and strong men carrying a lot of metal.
The tinkling sound of forging iron is endless. If you follow these sounds and look into the distance, you can still see several metal arms driven by formations, grabbing the molds condensed in the molten iron, with all kinds of weird shapes. , the hot and red mold set off an even more terrifying heat wave in the air, but no one around the strong men cared about it, and seemed to have long been accustomed to it.
At the end of the workshop, there was a man with white hair and a turban who was recording something on a jade slip. He was followed by several armored soldiers and a middle-aged man who looked like he was in charge.
He looked around for a moment and said to the chief: "The progress of the 'Behemoth' is almost complete. The forbidden stone weapons assembled still need to be debugged. Otherwise, on the battlefield, our soldiers will not be able to hurt the enemy before they are harmed." It will turn into a soft-footed shrimp."
"Discuss with the people from the 'Building Department' to see if we can carve some more formations for the 'Behemoth'."
“Remember, you must always follow up and don’t be careless.”
The man wearing a turban spoke calmly, and every time he said something, the jade slip in his hand would sparkle.
The chief officer carefully remembered every word he said and repeated it several times in his mind to ensure that he could express it accurately. Then he nodded and said: "I understand, Mr. Fang."
"Um."
The man known as Mr. Fang responded indifferently, looking at the metal arms driven by the formation, his eyes moved slightly and asked: "How is the progress of 'Suppressing Demons'?"
Upon hearing this, the principal first looked at the armored soldier standing next to him warily, as if hesitating whether to say anything.
Mr. Fang said calmly: "The Holy Kingdom is not stupid enough to send spies to me. There is no need to doubt their loyalty."
Hearing what Mr. Fang said, the two soldiers lowered their heads slightly, thanking Mr. Fang for his comments on them, and the chief officer had no doubts anymore and replied: "Suppressing demons is different from giant beasts. There are many formations. The problem cannot be solved for the time being. However, the general direction is almost there. As long as we can solve the problem of the core formation, with the ability to suppress demons, we will be able to withstand the demonic kingdom's tens of thousands of troops."
"Resist ten thousand people?"
Mr. Fang murmured, as if he was thinking about something in his heart. The jade slip kept flashing and trembling.
The principal had no intention of urging, and kept his head half-bowed, waiting for Mr. Fang's decision.
Not long after the war began, Mr. Fang came to the Holy Kingdom Workshop with many miraculous construction plans and created unimaginable miracles one after another. Whether it is a behemoth that can carry thousands of elites and possesses the special power of the Forbidden Stone, or a mass-produced weapon comparable to the top weapons, or even a demon-suppressing demon that can defeat thousands of people with only a few outlines revealed so far. ', which all proves Mr. Fang's top talent in this area.
While he was thinking, even the strong workers could not help but slow down and did not dare to disturb him.
After a moment, Mr. Fang's eyes brightened slightly and he said slowly: "Tell the 'Building Department' to add a self-destruction circuit to the core formation of 'Suppression of Demons' and adjust the upper limit of spiritual energy absorption to four... no, six times."
"In this way, there is no need to consider the sustainability of suppressing demons. Entering the enemy's formation is a killing weapon. After disrupting the formation, it will be discarded directly. It can completely create the power of a top master to self-destruct the Youfu. Let alone ten thousand people, even two Ten thousand, thirty thousand, there is no way to survive under this kind of power."
"But, the cost of suppressing the demon..."
When the chief heard this, he felt that Mr. Fang was too extravagant. The cost of an unfinished Demon Suppressor had already reached tens of millions of dollars, and that was just the material cost.
If even the core formation problems are solved and the main materials that can carry this crazy idea are found, the cost of building a demon-suppressing body will probably reach 100 million yuan!
Although the war itself is a waste of money, burning it in this way still makes the principal extremely painful.
"Although the cost is high, the effect is good."
Mr. Fang seemed to be smiling, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and he said: "As long as we can put this kind of weapon on the battlefield and use money to defeat the morale of the Jitian Demon Kingdom, it will be worth spending no matter how much money we have."
"this… "
Although the manager felt that what Mr. Fang said was reasonable, he still hesitated and whispered: "I will contact the Ministry of Construction."
He didn't dare to talk too much.
The Ministry of Construction directly contacts the royal family of the Holy Kingdom, and all budget expenditures may be placed on His Majesty's desk. If His Majesty sees such a crazy idea, who knows what the consequences will be
Therefore, no matter how reasonable Mr. Fang's idea was, the principal would not dare to do it.
"How can you become such a big deal if you are so cowardly?" Mr. Fang's voice was calm. Although it was not a scolding, it was not polite either: "Now the core formations in various places in the Heaven-Swallowing Holy Kingdom have been drained of the spiritual energy stored for many years by the abyss. If it weren't for the Imperial Capital Demon The city has a large formation that can operate independently, and even this workshop will be affected. Things have reached this point, and it will only be a matter of time before the border wall is broken. Do you think His Majesty still cares about this expense?"
"Believe me, His Majesty must be thinking in his heart right now, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem."
"The Jitian Demon Kingdom is brave and good at fighting. They have almost no shortcomings. When we meet head-on, with the strength of the soldiers of the Devouring Heaven Holy Kingdom, it is difficult to fight against them. So this is the meaning of the existence of the Ministry of Construction, and this is also why I stay here. value."
"Compared to the Jitian Demon Kingdom, which has wasted its national power through successive battles, the biggest advantage of the Heaven-Swallowing Holy Kingdom is that it has complete national power and can afford to spend money."
"Not to mention spending tens of millions of dollars in exchange for the lives of tens of thousands of Demon Kingdom soldiers, even if it is only the 10,000 people you originally envisioned, His Majesty will never have any objections."
Mr. Fang finished speaking in one breath, but the jade slip in his hand suddenly went out, losing all its light and becoming extremely dim.
Seeing this scene, Mr. Fang was silent for a moment and said calmly: "That's it for today."
At this moment, the supervisor was also sweating profusely, but he didn’t know whether it was caused by the heat wave in the workshop or Mr. Fang’s words. But the moment he heard Mr. Fang’s words, the supervisor breathed a sigh of relief on the spot and wiped his hands. Wiping his sweat, he said, "Well, Mr. Fang, please help yourself."
After saying that, he hurriedly walked in the direction of Zaobu with a somewhat nervous pace.
Mr. Fang looked at his leaving figure. After a long time, he looked away and then looked at the two soldiers beside him. His eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
At this time, the jade slip shone with light again. This jade slip, which seemed to record some manufacturing progress, showed other effects for the first time.
In the blooming light, a voice sounded directly in Mr. Fang's heart.
"Fang Yin, may we meet today?"
When Mr. Fang heard this voice, he narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and responded in his heart: "You should know very well that even if you find me, you can't change the situation in the Tianbu. Now that Song Bocheng is working for you, it will weaken the ability of the dark envoy. You are much stronger than me, the messenger of sentient beings, and you don’t have to meet me.”
After a pause, Mr. Fang continued in his heart: "Moreover, now I am also trying my best for the Holy Kingdom of Devouring Heaven in another way. Even if there is no Tianbu, the Holy Kingdom may not necessarily lose to the Demon Kingdom."
"Tsk, Mr. Fang, don't say anything too absolute."
"No matter what, we have some friendship."
The voice in his heart said this, and without giving him a chance to react, a pleasant crisp sound sounded inside the jade slip.
Mr. Fang, also known as Fang Yin, felt a chill in his heart. He felt that the 'color' around him was fading rapidly, as if it had been weathered by millions of years. Everything gradually turned into dust, and was swept up by an invisible force. Pulled away, scattered, and finally turned into a strange space shrouded in hazy white mist.
Such a strange scene made Fang Yin silent for a moment. Then he raised his head and looked at the figure walking from the depths of the white mist. He was silent for a long time and sighed: "You still have such a skill, Lu Li."
"Perhaps I should still call you, Chief Lu?"
Staring at the young man stepping out of the mist, Fang Yin said word by word: "I have already told you what should be said. Even if you still don't give up and refuse to admit it, it is a fact that Tianbu is out of control. "
"No one can reverse this, not me, not you."