Until now, more than 90% of the foundry center's production had been taken up by the Dongxia Genealogy. Until today, only 8,600 pieces had been delivered.
But the next day, after the first batch arrived, Diting ordered another 100,000 pieces …
Until Huai Shi couldn't help but call Ye Xue Ya.
Ye Xue Ya only asked him two questions:
"Who is the most important person in the Dongxia Genealogy?"
"Once someone leaves, the Dongxia Genealogy will immediately have problems?"
"I don't need to explain it in detail. You can make a list yourself."
The first was naturally the Master of the Genealogy, Mystic Bird.
Next up was the strongest archaeologist, his natural enemy, Chu Hai.
But what about next? White Emperor's son? No matter how good White Emperor's son was, was there no one else in Dongxia that could fight? Qilin? Qilin was powerful, but Dongxia would still continue to rotate without him.
Bai Ze? In a sense, that kind of luck was indeed the best in Dongxia. However, unless Dongxia really couldn't survive, why would they rely on luck to survive?
Diting? Qiong Qi? Or the Primal Chaos that appeared out of nowhere? Or the Torch Dragon that had retired for who knows how many years?
None of them.
The final answer was a little brother that had been ignored by everyone for ten thousand years.
[Perhaps I am the cloud that solidifies my body.]
— — Yan Qingge.
As the Rank 5 Soaring Serpent of Dongxia, he also held the title of the North Star.
For a long time, Yan Qingge was considered the shame of the Rank 5 because of his overly tanky combat strength. After all, he was someone who could deal damage and was stronger than him.
But those who thought so often overlooked a problem — the essence of the Ascended was that they were tools. Since they were tools, being useful was the most important thing.
Could it be that Mystic Bird, with the White Wolf Hook, could really make the Genealogy's account become useless?
Also, even if the Genealogy's account became useless, why did they have to go through so much trouble to give him the North Star?
The answer was that there were too many of them.
To put it more crudely, there were too many of them to count.
Since his debut, Yan Qingge had always used one move to conquer the world — doppelgangers. If one wasn't enough, ten wasn't enough. If ten wasn't enough, then a hundred. If a hundred wasn't enough, then ten thousand.
According to the observations and records of the outside world, Yan Qingge could have as many as a hundred thousand clones at the most exaggerated time. In fact, this was far from his limit. Dong Xia hadn't used the Correction Value yet, and it would only increase if she used it.
A hundred thousand doppelgangers meant a hundred thousand copies of Yan Qingge's. As long as there was one left, it wouldn't count as all of them dying. Of these 100,000 doppelgangers, even the weakest, most incompetent, and most useless one was still a Sublimator.
According to the statistics department of the Directorate of Command, there were over 1.4 million Ascendants in the world. He alone could forcefully expand it by another hundred thousand!
If 100,000 people were used to open up hell, they would be 100,000 pioneers. If they were used to maintain order, they would be 100,000 policemen. If they were used in war …
An army of a hundred thousand Sublimators that possessed souls and Origin Substances, shared one heart, shared thoughts, and could instantly change strategies and receive information. Furthermore, unless the last person in the command center died, they would not collapse.
It was an absolute nightmare.
And this was only his lower limit. As for his upper limit … there was no upper limit. There was only a limit to how much he could spend.
It all depended on how much equipment he could get.
There was no point in giving him a full set of equipment. More importantly, how was he going to arm 100,000 people … … Even Xuan Niao would go bald if there was a shortage of 100,000 people.
Even if Dong Xia was a large organization, it couldn't completely revolve around a single person, right?
Weren't they going to continue living?
And at this time, when a good Blacksmith from Dong Xia, who was extremely reliable and had a high production output, quietly passed by, he was already destined to be targeted by Xuan Niao.
What did it mean to have a golden wind and a jade dew surpass countless human encounters?
What did it mean to be a match made in heaven?
That was what it meant to be!
If it weren't for the fact that Huai Shi had already been deeply tied to Celestial genealogy and couldn't be undone, Xuan Niao would have pulled him back even if he didn't care about his reputation.
Now, other than doubling the number of people sent for training, he had to get Huai Shi to sign the contract first.
Although he didn't know what kind of deal Russell had with Xuan Niao, the direct result was that Huai Shi's production for the next ten or so years had basically been bought out by Dong Xia.
It was hard to say what would happen ten or so years later.
There were so many orders in front of him, but because he hadn't been single for long enough and his hand speed wasn't fast enough, he couldn't make any money. This made Huai Shi's eyes red with anger, and he wondered where he could go to get a large amount of Correction Points … … However, Yegor's antihypertensive medicine wasn't for nothing. Right now, the bureau was guarding against Russell like he was a thief, and there was no way for them to succeed.
On the other hand, Huai Shi still owed them a large sum of money, and he wished he could send them a text every few days to ask for payment. This time, Ai Qing might have come with this intention.
In response, Huai Shi could only say, "What does the money Russell borrowed have to do with me, Huai Shi?" There was no way he could return the money. He was so poor that he was about to die.
When he had broken through, it had felt great.
But after he had broken through, problems had begun to appear.
Relying on the bureau's Origin Substance supplies and Correction Points, Huai Shi could naturally summon the wind and summon the rain. He was incomparably awesome, and he could do whatever he wanted on the Endless Seas.
Using the Nautilus to reforge the Imperial Palace was indeed the best option, but the problem was that the better the item, the more expensive it was.
This was especially true for a deep-strike warship like the Nautilus. Just driving it out and burning fuel alone would cost an astronomical figure. Ordinary Origin Substance crystals weren't enough. There were too many impurities, which would cause abnormalities in the Nimo engine when it exceeded the speed limit. If he wanted to overclock it, he would have to burn an even higher layer of Liquefied Essence.
The world's largest source of Liquefied Essence was the Silver Sea. It didn't even need to be processed; he could just casually grab a spoonful. The problem was that every spoonful of Liquefied Essence was a spoonful less of humanity's lifeblood.
Even if Yegor was crazy, there was no way he would agree.
He would have to process it himself.
The processing ratio of ordinary Origin Substance crystals to Liquefied Essence was 29.44: 1 … …
This was just the cost of fuel. It didn't include maintenance, equipment, or even weapons replenishment. The figures for every project were enough to make Huai Shi's liver tremble.
Even worse … … Huai Shi didn't even have any Mana.
Cloud Lord was most famous for having a lot of Mana. Every time he advanced, his Origin Substance reserves would at least triple, and the Krypton version would have five times or more. But the problem was that Cloud Lord also used up a lot of Mana!
Didn't thunder and rain cost money?
Even though Huai Shi's Origin Substance reserves had increased by more than eight times after he advanced, it was still useless.
After returning to the Ivory Tower and completing the preparations for the Nautilus, he had only used his full strength once in order to cooperate with the data collection.
It took ten seconds for the Iron Rain and Thunder Light to flatten the fortifications that had been created using the White City Stronghold as a template. Not even a fragment larger than a fist could be found.
And ten seconds later, Huai Shi was gone.
He had overdrawn his Origin Substance and was paralyzed for half a day. The cost and expenditure caused the vice-principal's hair to wither at a rate of twenty percent.
In the end, everyone came to a conclusion — — Huai Shi was very awesome, Huai Shi was very powerful, but at the same time, Huai Shi was also very expensive … …
After Russell saw the results, he immediately gave an order: Stay here and don't move. Wait for Orange and the sucker to grow out on their own.
Otherwise, everyone would have thrown this scourge into the battlefield of the War of the Realms long ago to stir up trouble. How could they let him stay at home and waste his time away?
Russell absolutely couldn't agree to this before the Federal Bureau of Investigation was willing to pay the bill.
Otherwise, the little money he had saved up with great difficulty would probably be burned up by a few random shots from his students every day. He might even owe a huge debt, and the great Loki would be reduced to a state where he couldn't protect his integrity in his old age.
Huai Shi also didn't expect that one day, as a tool, he would actually be forced to retire to the second line because of the cost-performance ratio … …
Every day, all he did was read the newspaper and take a walk.
He was so bored that he was about to die.
"Don't tell me I have to do all the exciting work?"
On this boring afternoon, Huai Shi slumped in his chair and groaned helplessly.
Then, he heard a knock on the door without any warning.
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Five hours ago, Yomi-no-Kuni, dojo.
Ten minutes before the unconnected call was broadcasted, he saw a black car in front of the door without any identification, license plate, logo, or even similar model.
Years of family education, influence, and his own outstanding ability to commit crimes, all of these intuitions brought about a faint sense of foreboding in his heart the moment he saw the car.
Especially after he asked the gatekeeper, the gatekeeper didn't know the origin of the car. They only knew that the person accompanying it had a terrifying background …
He first wrote two preset text messages, pressed the phone number to Huai Shi's number, and walked in.
Then, he smelled the smell of disinfectant.
It was in the air.
It was so thin … …
But it was distinct, evoking his family education when he was six years old.
On that day, after he finished watching the rerun of "Supernatural Eagle" on TV, his grandfather picked him up from the ground and carried him to his study room. He opened the door of the darkroom and pointed at the things on the shelf, making him remember them one by one.
The things, patterns, logos, and characteristics of the first to third rows represented fat sheep that must not be let go. Collect as many as you can. If you can't collect them all, call the whole family to collect them together. Everyone will definitely give you a big share.
The fourth to sixth rows were things that the Forest Hut had to turn around and run as far and as fast as possible after seeing them. It included and was not limited to the logo of the Dark Army, the emblem of the destruction element, the symbol of the fallen country, the sea of thunder, and even the symbol of the Eternal World Group …
And the things in the last row were very simple.
After encountering them, don't run. Eat, drink, and play. Seize the time to have some fun. If the situation was not good, immediately slit your throat. That way, you can leave more easily.
Most importantly, don't f * cking bring these things into the house!
Among them, the smell was different from all the other disinfectants. It was clean and pure to the point that even the most sophisticated sterile room could not compare to it.
There was only one place it represented, and only the people there would have such a strange smell lingering on them … …
— — Continuation Academy!
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