Thank you for the invitation. I am in Terra, just under the stars.

Considering Theresia's reputation that has been maintained for 200 years, the accuracy of the previous king's succession, and the long life span of the Sakaz people, this process will take at least 50 years.

Zhou Cheng glanced at the maid, saw her cold expression, and said with a smile:

"Humanism is just a name. It exists to whitewash our actions. As for the specific definition, it is up to those who can use it.

“I think Iron Blood Heavy Industries is qualified to define that any behavior we do in Kazdale is based on humanitarianism, and anything that goes against us is anti-humanity.

"You still have a lot to learn at this point, agent."

The agent suddenly understood, nodded and said seriously:

"Yes, Master, I still have a lot to learn.

"The human mind is still a bit foreign to me."

"Well, just get used to it."

Throwing all the brushes and palettes to Laverhead to clean up, Zhou Cheng stood up, patted the agent on the shoulder, and said solemnly:

"Come on, I'm very optimistic about you. One day, our iron-blooded heavy union will recruit people from Xinghai, and then even Tracys and the like won't be worthy of carrying your shoes.

"As my appointed leader, you can value people like this, but don't think too highly of them. You are our iron-blooded face, do you understand?

"Okay, I just want to go for a ride on my bike, so I'll just follow the transportation team and take a look. When I'm not here, I'll leave it to you at home."

Wasn't it me who was in charge when you were here... He murmured in his heart and kept in mind what the master said. The agent remained dignified and elegant on the outside, bowing slightly and saying:

"I understand, your will."

Zhou Cheng touched the cold body of the heavy motorcycle. It lacked comfort like a sports car, but it looked handsome, and that was enough.

It would be even better if there was a chance to sit in the outlet in front and ride along.

With a click of his tongue, he looked at the Bronya he drew with regret.

Reaching out and touching the head of the paper figure Bronya, Zhou Cheng said:

"Let me prepare my equipment. Bring the AA12 and the little monster, and bring me a lightsaber. Well... let me get another robe, the kind of Jedi Knight, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, Master. The factory has newly developed full-power bombs for Sakaz. Do you need them?"

"Take it, I'll try some shooting when I get a chance."

As a weak scientist, I must bring someone with me to protect myself when I go out, otherwise it would be too unsightly to use my bare hands.

Using fists is too bloody, but free bullets are more elegant.

The agent went down as instructed.

Zhou Cheng then remembered that he didn't seem to care much about the company these days. He was either chatting with Miu Miu or rubbing his psionic figurines.

He was about to go out, and he didn’t know it was inappropriate, so he asked:

"How is Jagged doing lately?"

It was rare for the master to show such concern and iron-bloodedness. The agent who was working diligently every day felt relieved and coughed lightly and said:

"Production of the power armor is expected to begin in a week, I will send a team to explore the place I am crossing in two weeks, the dock is expected to be operational in three weeks, and the underground platform is expected to be completed in two months."

The underground platform needs to dig a space of 500X300X300. Even if nori heads are being produced and put into construction, it will take at least two months to complete.

The agent speculated that the owner dug the hole to build a battleship similar to that in a science fiction game.

If it were just a land cruiser like Terra's specialty, even if it was assembled underground, it would be impossible to drive it from a vertical hole to the ground.

Of course, if the owner planned to use that power called psychic power to pull the boat out, just pretend she didn't say so.

Red light flashed in his eyes to check the current status of each unit of Iron Blood Heavy Industry. After a few seconds, the agent continued:

"The production of pure source stones has decreased again, and the warehouse where the source stones are placed is being expanded. There are currently [-] pure source stones stored in the warehouse.

“Through acquisition and modification, the formation of the fleet is nearing completion, but long-distance transportation still has to wait until the power armor is installed.

"The production of low-level humanoids and weapons is currently the top priority. In a month we will have more than two thousand reapers, and a large part of them will be invested in the construction of outposts and sub-bases, and each sub-base There will be a Jagged Humanoid Factory in the city."

"Very good." After listening to the agent's report, Zhou Cheng nodded slightly.

This was nothing to him, but it wouldn't hurt to encourage him.

Children, you still need more encouragement to gain confidence.

The agent smiled and said in a slightly high tone:

"Our army is endless, Master.

"If you allow me, I can create more humanoid factories. The only thing holding us back is steel."

Her eyes were flashing red with excitement, and she seemed to have seen the black ocean of steel.

Zhou Cheng pondered for a while and said:

"Well, the quantity should not be too much. Just think it is enough. We don't want too many. We invest resources in cutting-edge weapons."

"Your will." The agent also calmed down. He couldn't say he was disappointed, but he just bowed slightly.

Zhou Cheng didn't say anything else.

He just didn't want his head maid to take the path of mechanical ascension and turn the entire Terra into a mechanical planet.

As a noble psychic natural disaster, Zhou Cheng felt that it would be better for his family to focus on psychic powers.

In the eyes of psykers, mechanical ascension is a crude warrior.

Mechanical ascension is the most common type of ascension. Zhou Cheng has dealt with many of them before. Thanks to those good friends who turned themselves into nutrients for free, the empire's technology is so advanced.

So why is the empire so capable?Even if you fall into depravity, soy milk will be poured out in vain?

Isn't it because there is a god standing behind the empire?

It’s not just the bonus given by the contract,

Back then, when Zhou Cheng discovered that Yuanshen seemed to treat him differently from others, he went to find Yuanshen when he had nothing to do, coax her out, and maybe drop some psychic technology on her.

It can be said that in the mid-term, Yuan Shen played an indelible role in being able to lead the empire to dominate the star sea.

As for the later period?

He has set himself free to destroy the galaxy.

To hang out, you need to be powerful and have a background, do you understand?

For this reason, Zhou Cheng fell deeply in love with Yuan Shen, and the first thing he did after becoming a god was to go and reminisce about the past.

It's a pity that Enshen didn't want to see him very much, so he was wet on the spot, and he doesn't know where he is now.

PS: Before getting recommendations, update 2-3 times a day.

PS2: I like Meilu Xin so much, and one day I want to marry Mei Luxin.

I'll update at [-]pm. I'll update three chapters today.

I just went home and took a shower. I played [-] outside all night.

Winning is crazy, the new matching mechanism can hardly arrange cars, and getting high points is like drinking water.

I'm getting ready to go to bed. I'll get up at [-]pm to update. I'll update three chapters today.

As expected, W still needs Chef Wang to be delicious.

So, W, you don’t want Theresa...

I'm old and haven't sprayed anyone for a long time. I wonder if I can write W to give the feeling of an intersex person.

72. Kelu Sil (1/3)

Iron Blood Heavy Industries Headquarters, AM11:00

[The Shining: Huh?Cheng is out? 】

[Agent: Yes, the owner took the transport truck to meet with the Tower of Babel. 】

[The Shining:...]

[The Shining: It should be close to the battlefield over there. He might be in danger alone. 】

[The Shining: I think I should follow him. 】

[The Shining: The transport convoy should have a locator. Can you please give me the coordinates?I want to find him. 】

When typing this line on my mobile phone,

Shining was sitting in the newly decorated office of the medical department. Worry appeared on his cold and dignified face, and his slightly furrowed brows were full of sorrow.

Originally, she wanted to ask an agent to help her set up a server similar to a chat group to communicate with the Tower of Babel in real time.

But after finding him, he learned that Cheng had left the Three Sunset Fortress.

Yes, Acheng was indeed not something fragile that could be broken at the touch of a touch, but it was a battlefield after all, and the Military Committee could launch a surprise attack on the Tower of Babel at any time, chasing after him fiercely.

What if he is in danger?

For example, being bombarded by naval guns, or running into Tracys with guards, etc.

Shining knew that the probability of these things happening was very low, but when he thought about Acheng going out and not being able to see him for a short time, he couldn't help but worry.

What if?What if it happens?

The feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense, and the heart that had always been calm in the past gradually became anxious because of Cheng's departure.

She thought that if something happened to Acheng on the battlefield, she would have to chop off Tracys head.

At this moment, another message came from the agent.

[Agent: Be patient, Minister Shining. 】

[Agent: I understand that you are worried about the owner, but it is unnecessary. 】

[Agent: Master, he is very strong, very strong. He just has no interest in showing his strength. 】

[Agent: Moreover, I am also paying attention to the transportation team. 】

[The Shining:...]

[The Shining: I understand. 】

[Agent: Okay, the communication has been set up. If you have any questions, please contact me again. 】

[The Shining: Thank you. 】

Under the agent's remote control, a simple chat software is installed on the computer.

At the same time,

In the temporary combat command room of the Tower of Babel, several people gathered around a computer.

The slender princess, the lynx with a hunched face, the unknown person covered in a hood, and a greasy-looking black-haired blood demon.

The Blood Demon was wearing a large T-shirt that covered his thighs. The clothes seemed to have not been changed for a while, and there were many areas on them stained with oil.The lower legs are exposed, and I don't know if he is wearing pants. Maybe he can see a dark forest when he squats down.

She is none other than the chief engineer of the Tower of Babel, one of the top [-] young people in Kazdale, and an advocate of open source software—Kelu Sil!

Well, she said these names herself.

Regardless of these fictitious titles, Lucille has considerable accomplishments in engineering and programming, and is indeed considered the chief engineer of the Tower of Babel.

But now, the chief engineer's face doesn't look good.

His orange eyes were staring at the computer blankly, as blankly as a child who had done something wrong.

Lucille wanted to help Babel establish long-term communication with the medical department of a company called Iron Blood Heavy Industries.

After surfing the Internet intensively, she not only knew about the company, but was deeply disgusted by their advertisements.

Can you imagine the feeling of opening a webpage with great joy, only to have several ads pop up that you cannot close?

It hurts, it hurts too much!

But Lucille often complained about how rich that company was and how it took over Kazdale's network, but now it seems that's not the case.

On the computer screen, various codes were arranged together in a structure that she didn't understand at all. There were even garbled codes in many places because the computer couldn't display them, as if there were aliens on the other side.

And its speed is so fast that even copying and pasting cannot match it!

Copying and pasting requires time to press the keyboard with your hands, but what about this?

But Lucille didn't know. She just saw that the scroll bar on the right that was dragged up and down to turn pages was getting smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was being compressed by a hydraulic press.