Shen Bing understood what Zhong Yuanchang meant, too. He wanted Master Qiao sent over to help for a few days.
But how could Master Qiao spare the time to go to Avalon Planet now? Until the base in the Azure Empire was built, he would not be taking on any new assignments.
"As for the Mass-Energy Conversion Device, I'll send you two capable assistants later. I'll also assign two Demon Puppet Artisans to you. That should be enough to get things rolling."
Zhong Yuanchang brightened at once. "Thank you, Boss."
He knew that anyone the boss called a capable assistant had to be a supergenius who had taken an Aperture-Opening Pill. Working with Demon Puppet Artisans, people like that could sometimes accomplish even more than Master Qiao.
Shacheng was a provincial capital in western Huaxia. Compared with the bustling cities of Kyoto and Rongcheng, it was distinctly quieter.
At that moment, however, its outskirts were a hive of activity.
People of every skin color had gathered here. They spoke different languages and seemed to have little connection to one another.
But they all shared one trait: every last one exuded a fierce, ruthless air, an intimidating presence that could silence a crying child at night.
They wore standardized camouflage military uniforms, with the same rank insignia formerly used by Huaxia.
These were the finest elite troops selected from the various militaries.
Even before Firmament had taken the world by storm, every one of them would have ranked among the best soldiers in any military. Now they were even stronger. Against ordinary troops, taking on a hundred men single-handedly would be no problem.
At this point, they could no longer be called kings among soldiers. They were gods of war.
Of course, that was only compared with the previous state