"Don't worry. I would teach them even if you didn't ask."
Galactus said, "By the way, do you have any more vibranium? I want to make a suit of battle armor for my daughter too. There should still be enough materials in my treasury. I'm just short on vibranium."
Andrew rubbed his nose at that. If he told Galactus there weren't enough materials left now, would Galactus turn on him?
Galacta snickered beside him. Serves you right for being so ruthless and leaving nothing behind. Awkward now, isn't it?
Andrew said, "I'll look in other universes. Wakanda needs a Vibranium Mountain anyway. Without vibranium, those people act like they've lost their spiritual anchor."
After finishing his discussion with Galactus, Andrew went to the other side of the moon. More than eighty Demon Kings' corpses stood there, with an enormous magic array beneath them, constantly drawing negative energy from the universe and channeling it into the corpses.
This was also why Andrew hadn't put the Demon Kings' corpses in virtual space—they needed to absorb the universe's negative energy and become even more evil and negative. Only then could he refine them into a super divine artifact.
The universe had just suffered a Resident Evil outbreak, so there was still plenty of negative energy. Leaving everywhere else aside, Earth certainly had an abundance. After all, only a few hundred thousand people had survived.
"Boss, what kind of divine artifact are you trying to make?"
Galacta walked over with a chicken drumstick in hand and said, "Honestly, this magic array and these Demon Kings' corpses look way too evil. They don't look like anything a good guy should have."
"I'm a Demon King. Isn't absorbing negative energy perfectly natural?"
Andrew thought nothing of it. Demon Kings were born vessels for negative energy. He