Days passed.
The changes in Great Xia's fief on Terra were visible to the naked eye.
The once-uniform sea of military camouflage was now broken up by workwear of various colors, white lab coats, and casual clothes. Biologists, physicists, engineers, diplomats...
More and more experts and scholars from various fields poured into this land through the Portals.
At the same time, many state-owned enterprises and defense manufacturers began putting down roots, preparing for trade to obtain more supplies.
In a three-story building, departments and offices for trade, resources, foreign affairs, and more had all been set up.
It became the Great Xia Branch's office building.
Everything was getting on track.
But Lin Mo knew full well.
This was merely the calm before the storm.
After spending the entire night studying magic, he came to the coast and gazed out at the beach.
There, densely packed metal supports stretched along the sand, and an ultra-high-voltage grid gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
Behind it, a large nuclear fusion power station would supply a constant stream of ultra-high-voltage electricity.
Kael had once said that lightning had an effect on the Demon Clan similar to holy light.
High-voltage electricity was still electricity, so it should work too.
"Commander Lin, there you are."
Footsteps sounded behind him.
Lin Mo turned, and Zhao Gang approached with a document in hand.
"Big Brother Zhao." Lin Mo nodded.
Zhao Gang said,
"Now that the Portals to all the races have been built, logistics, trade, and travel are becoming more and more frequent."
He paused.
"I think it's time to form a dedicated Diplomatic Team."
"We can put them in charge of some matters."
"You shouldn't have to handle every liaison yourself as the person in overall charge."
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.
That was true.
Although he was