Heaven's Chosen Trialist Locked in a Dungeon! Three days later.
Gu Yuan stood among the army's high command, yet no one noticed his presence.
They were busy handling the operation and maintenance of various weapons, as well as preparing to welcome their emperor.
A temporary military command camp.
With two worlds collapsing in succession, all weapons and defensive measures had been deployed at the entrance to World One's passage.
In the entire world, this was the safest place.
"Take a seat. The time has not come yet, so relax a little."
Xu Jun smiled as he checked the time in his hand, sweeping his gaze over the surrounding military brass.
"Your Majesty, the Blood-Qi power on the other side differs somewhat from spiritual energy."
"The effectiveness of our Spirit-Locking Devices will be reduced. We need to pay special attention to that."
A remarkably young-looking officer rose to his feet with a grave expression.
The others nodded as well.
It was somewhat regrettable.
After all, Spirit-Locking Devices were an especially vital technology for their nation.
They had originally tried to research technology that could lock Blood-Qi, but every attempt had ultimately failed.
At present, the Technological Civilization Empire did not have the ability to research technology in other fields.
It all had to be traced back to the previous emperor.
It had to be said that although that man had been brutal, his talent had been extraordinary. Quite a few things had come from his hands.
Ever since his death, their capacity for innovation had dropped by at least half.
Naturally, no one dared bring up such a topic on this occasion.
Beneath the light screen.
The eliminated Heaven's Chosen Trialists watched the Technological Civilization Empire's meeting together.
Subconsciously, they looked toward that "former emperor."
"Heh, without me, they want technological