Zhao Gang froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"Exactly! The Demon Clan is good stuff to us!"
"We can extract Energy Blocks and rare metals from Demon Clan corpses to drive our technological development."
"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call the Demon Clan a treasure."
Lin Mo said:
"Do we have enough Demon Clan corpses right now, then?"
"Should we have General Long send troops out to slaughter another batch and bring them back?"
Zhao Gang shook his head.
"No need for now."
"After the fleet's live-fire exercise that day, we recovered over thirty thousand Demon Clan corpses."
"With the nearly two hundred thousand corpses from before, it's been a week, and we still haven't finished processing them."
He pointed at the conveyor belt.
"Look, an Energy Block of one specification or another comes out every minute."
"With this batch of over thirty thousand corpses, we'll be busy for more than a month."
Lin Mo looked in the direction he pointed.
On the conveyor belt, small Energy Blocks of various shapes and energy densities moved slowly along, each giving off a faint glow.
Some were square, some cylindrical, and some were even irregular polyhedrons.
Just looking at the sight made one happy.
Zhao Gang suddenly said:
"Oh, right. The first batch of custom weapons for the various races will be ready for delivery tomorrow."
"The ones for the Elves, Dragons Clan, and Half-Orc Clan. Want to come take a look?"
Lin Mo's eyes lit up.
"They're finally ready?"
"I'll definitely be there tomorrow!"
Early the next morning.
After a night of studying magic, Lin Mo had just stepped out of his dormitory.
He looked up at the sky, where two morning suns were slowly climbing, casting golden light.
He stretched and loosened up his limbs.
Just then,