Chapter 1177： It's none of your own

"Don't you go and see your filial sons and grandchildren, so that they can reduce some of their losses?" Chris looked at the source of magic sitting on the sofa and asked.

"They? I'm like this now, how can I still care about them?" The Magic Source snorted, staring depressedly at the huge LCD TV in front of him in a daze.

On the TV, the beautiful girl group is scratching their heads, and the audience in the stands are also very excited.

This is a large-scale talent show, and the number one show for the so-called cultural output of the Eternal Empire. The women on the TV screen looked exquisite one by one, but it was a puppet who admired their slender thighs.

"Not to mention." 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 they are dying for me now. There is nothing wrong with it. ."

"I have failed...so they are of no use." Having said that, 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 10,000 years, the importance of women is far less interesting than a plastic greenhouse.

Chris thought about it for a while and 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 had been defeated, and the war had ended, it was no different from joking.

Who would believe that such a puppet, who seemed too weak to be weaker, was the source of the once powerful magic?

It is estimated that if this is done, the group of demons who have been anxious will smash the puppets in front of them with one sword, continue to believe that the source of magic is just an inexplicable disappearance, and continue to fight with firm confidence.

In other words, Chris still finds it very interesting if this kind of thing happens. But he hasn't had such a bad taste, so he didn't plan to push the source of magic to the front line to die.

But the most irritating thing is that this magical source still left such a huge energy group above the battlefield. As long as this group of energy does not dissipate, the demons still have a little bit of hope.

They hope that this group of energy will eventually become manic again, help them destroy the invaders, and let them turn the tide of the battle.

"There is really no good way." Chris rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed a long sigh. He was thinking about how to take the demons into his own as soon as possible.

End the war as soon as possible, and then let Mananshan be disarmed and return to the fields, so that the Alanhill 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 Ailan Hill civilization to a new peak.

"That group of energy will eventually be absorbed and cleaned by nature. After all, its existence violates the laws of nature." The magic source staring at the plastic greenhouse said at this time: "The speed will not be very fast, but it will take a few dozen days. It should be small enough to be absorbed."

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

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

Just a few days ago, the industrial robots of the Ailan Hill Empire began to be popularized in Serris. After these robots replicated themselves, some of them were separated and other parts were produced.

With so many precision machining professionals, the senior officials of the Ailanhill Empire began to realize that the Ailanhill Empire could develop faster.

"Your Majesty, this is a photo sent from the front line. They found a library in the basement of the temple." Ruther walked in and handed a tablet to Chris.

Chris took the tablet, and was taken aback by the sparkle of gold before his eyes. When he understood that such a luxurious library was right in front of him, he looked to the side of 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 man, but he still resisted it.

"There is no way. At the beginning, I was also using paper." The Source of Magic spread out and said helplessly: "But the paper in the Demon Realm is too bad, much worse than the paper you used."

He pointed to some documents in Luther's hand, and continued: "So, in less than 300 years, the papers were all tattered. I couldn't find a way, so I ordered the books to be made of metal. But the metal rusted, I can’t use it again, so I ordered and tried it with gold."

Having said that, he was obviously proud: "As a result, these golds can be kept in their original state for a long time, and I think this thing is too convenient."

Chris sighed, and then looked at Luther: "Try to find a way to transport all these books of the Demon World back to Seris... The pictures must be archived, and there can be no mistakes at all!"

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

"Let...Andrea be in charge of this matter! Vivienne assists!" Chris thought about it and ordered. He also felt that it was time to find some work for the two female fighters, otherwise they would run around all day long, which would still worry him very much.

"Where is the position of the navy?" Chris continued to ask after arranging tasks for the two running concubines.

"Because the command was handed over to Wagron, the advancing speed of the navy was not fast. They bypassed the southern waters and were moving north along the coastline." Luther answered Chris' 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 areas along the way and captured a large number of demonic civilians." Luther said: "The previous report has been sent to you."

"I mean, after the war, the weapons and equipment on the surface of the planet seem to be... wasted." Chris felt a little depressed when he thought of his space destroyer already flying in space.

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