As long as he could copy Herta's data, the thirty thousand Merrins in the reed fields could be upgraded into thirty thousand Hertas.
After this wave, Black Crown's data could definitely be sorted out directly, the company's weapon data could certainly be analyzed, and perhaps even the Imaginary Collapse Pulse could be worked out.
If he loaded all those weapons onto his mechanical body, it would be another massive boost. Later, he could outfit other people with them as well.
Did they even understand what Transformers were? Deploy!
Under Topaz's baffled gaze, the Dragon Lord's face revealed a hint of delight.
Why was this old man not troubled at all?
No, the two of them were about to go get scorned, disliked, and possibly even insulted by Herta, who had entered menopause.
Did this guy have something seriously wrong with his head?
She secretly scorned this man who had cost the company a tremendous amount of resources, even though she knew that the odds of a profession like Dragon Lord producing an M were practically zero.
Still, she had to curse him. After all, Miss Topaz truly regarded the company as her home.
"Since you have made up your mind, please follow me."
Just as she had done with Aventurine back then.
Miss Topaz extended her hand to Russell and led him onto a spacecraft that seemed to have gained quite a few offensive tools compared with its older model.
Then they arrived before a strange doorway that resembled a Space Teleportation device.
Topaz politely pressed the visitor bell. Then, with a swish, a Herta figurine popped out holding a sign, its voice incredibly shrill.
"Currently cleaning up Envoys of Joy. Unrelated personnel, contact Asta."
Cleaning up Envoys of Joy?!
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