"It wasn't just my good fortune. Having me as their boss was also the players' good fortune."
Gao Gong sat with his legs crossed. Across from him was a wall lined with small televisions, each one broadcasting a short video from a player's perspective.
This "shared vision" provided by the "faction panel" was pretty good. With it, he could basically spy on every player.
This Old Walter most likely wants to blood-sacrifice these players to activate "Artificial Splendor." I should let these little things suffer a bit, or they'll never know how blissful it is to have a boss who keeps his word.
Gao Gong quickly gave up watching. Back then, in the "Sea of Blood," he had found more than a dozen clones of Old Walter. Those old things definitely wouldn't stop until they had killed one another.
In this situation, all he had to do was wait.
He was more interested in the other Tier Four structure on this planet.
The Starport!
At the center of a desolate continent, on the ocean floor, and beneath volcanic craters, enormous mechanical openings appeared one after another.
It could produce soldiers, build ships, manufacture weapons, make large-scale defensive weapons, and even berth starships. Its functions were incredibly complex. After all, it had been less than two planetary years since the Walter family occupied Longwhale Alpha, and less than a year since the Leviathan tribe attacked the planet. To restore the number of starships to a hundred thousand and mass-produce around ten million clone soldiers in a single year—such productivity was absolutely outrageous.
Starships, clones, and armed vehicles constantly flew out of the various openings and poured into every part of the surface, into those battlefields filled with artillery fire.
After they ran out of sacks, the players transformed once again, recovering