Making a nuclear bomb was not as difficult as Yang Bo had imagined, but it was not as powerful as he had expected, either.
On Earth, restrictions on raw materials and the watchful eyes of the Five Nuclear Powers meant that even smaller countries, let alone individuals, could not withstand that kind of pressure.
But Ivan was on an alien planet, so naturally, he had no such concerns. He could do whatever he wanted.
In the end, Yang Bo said seriously, "I won't stop you from making nuclear bombs, but don't blow the place up."
The thought of Ivan getting carried away on Little Planet one day when he was in a good mood was enough to make Yang Bo worry. He could resurrect people, but finding their bodies afterward would be a problem. If they had all been reduced to ash, was he supposed to cast Resurrection on the ground?
The battle in the distance was raging. Ivan's warships had fierce firepower, but there were simply too few of them. Meanwhile, he had sent his entire regular mechanical army farther away to keep it from getting caught in the upcoming "fireworks."
The number of warships under the Grandmaster's command kept growing, while Ivan had already lost more than half of his twenty-odd warships. Only around ten remained, struggling to hold out.
To maximize the payoff, Ivan kept the warship carrying the nuclear bomb well protected, hoping to draw in more enemy ships.
"Boss, it's about time."
Yang Bo understood what Ivan meant. Without another word, he obediently retreated through the tunnel they had just dug and, choosing caution over courage, sealed the entrance again.
He had no idea how much damage a nuclear bomb could do, nor did he want to find out.
He had only just sealed the