The Kona War had ended, ushering in a period of large-scale construction.
The Demon Clan had clearly become much better behaved over the past few days. Apart from occasionally sending small bands of Lesser Demons, Winged Demons, and the like to probe the perimeter of the position, they had launched no more large-scale attacks.
Those harassment units struggled to even get within five kilometers of the forward base.
The defensive line formed by drone swarms, automatic turrets, patrolling mecha, and satellites would immediately mark them, lock on, and blast them apart.
After suffering repeated setbacks at Great Xia's hands, the Demon Clan seemed to realize that this newly seized position was no easy prey. The two sides were clearly at a stalemate.
This gave Great Xia the most precious thing of all.
Time!
Kona Base changed every day.
Viewed from above, the portals resembled four hearts, continuously pumping Blue Star's industrial lifeblood into this satellite three thousand light-years away.
While ordinary citizens cheered Great Xia's victory and its entry into a new civilization, senior officials like Lin Mo were rushed off their feet.
Inside a conference room in Celestial Pivot City.
Lin Mo looked at the screen before him, which displayed three red dots.
One marked the portal through which they had successfully established a presence on Kona.
The other two were space wormholes, still spewing out all manner of Demon Clan creatures.
And the Demon God could invade Blue Star through them at any moment.
"So, we'll still have to ask Terra's Seventh-Order Experts to guard the remaining wormhole for a while longer."
Lin Mo looked up at Han Niba on the communications screen.
Han Niba nodded, his expression composed.
"That's right."
"At present, Great Xia has only two completed Antimatter Bombs."
"One is stationed at Kona Base to