The hall was quiet.
The staff officers listening silently nearby felt their hearts sink further and further.
This was only the first report. As more detailed figures came in, the losses would only grow.
Zheng Jinren, meanwhile, had heard so much that he had gone numb.
Before Doomsday, these weapons would have been enough to steamroll all of Blue Star, leaving every nation trembling.
Yet he had used them all up in a single battle...
Only after several seconds did he ask:
"If converted at normal industrial costs, how much would that be?"
"There's no way to make an accurate conversion."
The adjutant shook his head.
"This involves Antimatter Weapons, Pangu Mecha, and Magic Barriers. Much of the equipment simply has no market price."
"If we forcibly converted it into Blue Star currency, the resulting figure would have no practical meaning. All we can say is that it's astronomical."
Zheng Jinren's expression darkened.
Astronomical.
The word sounded so weightless, yet behind it lay countless engineers working day and night, and the reserves Great Xia's industrial system had built up bit by bit.
And there were Wang Ce and Shen Minghe. These two were the only personnel who had died throughout the entire battle, and their loss could not be measured in money either.
He fell silent for a moment, then asked:
"What were our gains?"
The adjutant froze briefly, then brought up another set of data.
The red on the Main Screen quickly receded, replaced by blue and gold representing resource reserves.
"In the space battlefield, we confirmed two hundred and thirty Plasma Bugs killed."
"Recovery of the corpses is underway, but we estimate it will take quite some time."
Zheng Jinren's brow shifted slightly.
"Why?"
"The base currently has only one spaceship, and it only rolled off the production