"I'll leave communications to you."
At Ascending Dragon Hall headquarters, Jin Tierong patted Chu Fei on the shoulder. Chu Fei nodded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
During this military operation, Chu Fei had found his own use as well—a communications soldier, an extraordinary one.
After learning that Chu Fei could control eighteen 15.9 clones, over thirty 15.0 clones, and more than six hundred 12.0 clones, Jin Tierong stopped treating him like a human being.
In an operation like this, communications were critically important—one could even say they occupied the core position. Ascending Dragon Hall had some communication methods now, mainly Quantum Communication. It was technically enough, but not good enough. Especially considering that true gods existed in the Inner World—what if they had a way to interfere with communications?
Moreover, every military operation needed contingency plans, and communications were no exception.
That was how Chu Fei entered Jin Tierong's sights.
At Jin Tierong's request, Chu Fei expanded his number of 12.0 clones to more than a thousand in just one month. However, these clones had very limited abilities, mainly retaining their communications capability. They were also only the size of fists.
They could actually have been even smaller, but Chu Fei refused. Any smaller, and they would be smaller than his dick. That was dangerous. Among those old monsters who had lived for at least a thousand years, there were always a few who would eat anything. Earlier, one bastard had even tossed one of Chu Fei's clones onto a plate and said he wanted to hear three squeaks from every bite.
Speaking of which, the communications ability between Chu Fei's clones was practically bug-level.
Others made clones for the sake of "revival." Chu Fei made clones to take fatal blows for him, and now he had developed