Ten puppet war dolls knelt on one knee before them.
Among them, three had reached the gold rank, their combat power not the least bit inferior to Sunset, the gold-ranked war doll Chi Mu now possessed.
But Chi Mu knew that his Sunset had been a gold war doll completed only after Silver Moon City poured in all its resources, gathered every puppet-making master, and worked together for a full year. Yet these three gold war dolls before him had taken less than ten days from design to birth. Most importantly, they had been "grown" from the ground, without the slightest trace of mechanical manufacture.
The only time spent had been on the earlier design work and material preparation.
At this rate of production, given sufficient materials, they could make dozens, perhaps nearly a hundred gold war dolls, and hundreds, perhaps nearly a thousand silver war dolls, in less than half a day.
Of the ten puppet war dolls kneeling before their master, not one was bronze-ranked.
Even the lowest-ranked ones were silver war dolls.
This was simply like a god creating, rather than men manufacturing!
"What a pity. None of them reached platinum rank." Yue Yang sighed faintly instead, apparently quite dissatisfied with the result. Hearing this, Chi Mu nearly wanted to strangle the insatiably greedy fellow. With a casual planting, three gold-ranked war dolls had emerged from the earth, and he still wanted more? Platinum rank? Even Ji Wuri, a figure regarded as the closest to a god, had needed three months—and the Emperor's full support—to produce a single Vengeful Prince. Did he really think platinum war dolls were cabbages, there for the planting whenever he wanted?
"Forget platinum rank. The birth of gold war dolls alone is already a tremendous success!" Chi Mu felt his face shining