The City Lord's Mansion, the automated military grain production area.
Buzz... Tap tap tap!
Inside the spacious factory, hundreds of food processing machines are neatly arranged in more than a dozen rows, producing compressed food day and night.
The vast majority of the work here is done by artificial intelligence, so there are only a few dozen staff members, the most important of whom are two talisman masters who are jointly responsible for some simple daily maintenance.
"Disciple Ge Tianlan / Hu Shan greets Sect Master."
Now that Iron Soul City has been established, Chen Mu will naturally set up a branch of the Rune Research Institute.
The rune masters who joined Iron Soul City were mostly disciples of the Rune Research Institute, so they usually didn't call Chen Mu" leader" but "Sect Master".
"No need for formalities! We were just looking around. You can continue with your work and leave."
Chen Mu led Manju Sacred King and the others into the production workshop, where they saw workers pouring soil, trees, river water, and other materials into the food synthesis machine in specific proportions.
Then, after a while, chunks of popular compressed food were delivered, incredibly quickly.
Click...!
The Manju Sacred King tried a piece of compressed biscuit, and its crisp texture made her beam with joy.
"Excellent! If we can provide such food for all the people, why should we worry about not being able to conquer the world?"
Her happiness wasn't solely due to the ability to manage the current situation.
The weakness of the Netherworld is largely due to its harsh living conditions. If these foods can be widely adopted, they will greatly help revitalize the entire Netherworld.
With food, there will be more people, and with more people, there will naturally be more talented people. With more talented people, the overall strength of the Netherworld will increase. It is a process of gradual ascent.
"Your Majesty, the food produced here is intended to supply my bandit army."
Don't let its small size fool you; when operating at full capacity, it's enough to support nearly a million people.
Chen Mu smiled and explained to the Manju Sacred King.
The Manju Sacred King was so happy she couldn't speak. After calming herself down, she cautiously asked.
" Chen Mu, if we want to increase production to the level of 100 million people here, how long would it take you?"
"If we used the old method, it would have taken almost half a year."
However, I have already decided that if His Majesty decides to increase food production, I will further improve the Rune Artifacts and add some high-grade spiritual materials.
This estimate suggests that only a few dozen synthesis machines would be needed to satisfy 100 million people, and the timeframe can be compressed to within this month.
Chen Mu spoke boastfully, as if the Rune Artifacts were merely toys in his hands, which he could adjust at will.
"Okay! Then it all depends on you."
During this time, you don't need to worry about the front lines; focus all your efforts on increasing the production of these Rune Artifacts.
No matter how powerful the Asura Imperial Court is, it's impossible for it to break through the Manju Imperial Court in a short time, especially since she has Chen Mu's robot army to help her.
"Alright! I will arrange for my legions to clear out the undead within the territory during this period. If needed at the front, they can be called upon to join the battle at any time."
Chen Mu nodded.
Now that the Rushing Thunder Legion and the Yin Five Elements Legion have been equipped with intelligent equipment by Chen Mu, their combat power is quite strong. Although they are not yet as strong as the elite legions of the major Imperial Court, they are only a step behind and can still have an impact on the battle.
"Okay! Thank you."
The Manju Sacred King now places Chen Mu on an equal footing with herself.
This doesn't mean she ever looked down on Chen Mu, but rather it's the inherent distance created by social class. To the Holy King, all beings below the level of Sage are mere ants, creatures that can be killed with a single breath. Any talk of equality is meaningless in this context.
If you respect an ant, will you worry about it getting angry? Will you ask for its opinion? Perhaps the only respect you show is the feeling that you should walk carefully to avoid stepping on it.
Respect is never given by others; it is something you earn yourself.
One month later, at the Extreme Evil Imperial Palace.
"Reporting to... Lord Spirit King!"
A scout ran into the main hall, where a gaunt, pale-faced old man sat.
"Speak, what is it!"
This old man is actually Ren Changsheng. Most of the undead in this world can only act on instinct and cannot learn human language. Only the Undead Supreme is an exception. He can not only speak human language, but also transform into human form.
However, maintaining human form would reduce his strength and prevent him from using many of his abilities.
But even so, killing Saint Level Early Stage cultivator would be a piece of cake for him.
"My lord, the Manju Imperial Court has suddenly announced that anyone willing to submit to them can go to the government granary to receive enough food to survive."
This news has caused an uproar, and many of the people we suppressed have begun to flee, heading towards the Manju Imperial Court.
The scout bowed his head and respectfully reported.
"What?! They actually dared to escape!"
Ren Changsheng slammed his fist on the shoulder, clearly very dissatisfied with the matter.
After the death of the Supreme Evil Sacred King, the Asura Sacred King, relying on the pawns he had planted, basically controlled the entire court of the Extreme Evil Imperial Court.
Ren Changsheng is now the ruler of the Extreme Evil Imperial Court. Although Ren Changsheng appeared out of nowhere, no one dares to oppose him because of his power.
"Go, send men to capture these people. Anyone who resists, kill them without mercy!"
Ren Changsheng didn't care about human lives at all. If these people weren't still useful to the Asura Sacred King, this place would have long become a paradise for the dead.
"Yes! I'll take my leave."
After bowing, the scout retreated with a look of fear on his face.
Whoosh! Puff!
A streak of light flew into the main hall, then transformed into the form of the Asura Sacred King, radiating a soft glow.
" Asura King!"
Ren Changsheng glanced at the Asura Sacred King, then lazily lay back on the throne, seemingly not taking the other party seriously.
" Ren Changsheng, don't worry. As long as the Manju Imperial Court is destroyed, I will fulfill my promise and use the Nether Spring to help you rebuild your physical body."
At that time, you will truly possess a physical body and be resurrected.
The Asura Sacred King knew that Ren Changsheng's attitude stemmed from his dissatisfaction with his inability to fulfill his promises.
Knowing he was in the wrong, he didn't pay it any mind.
"Alright! Why did you come here? Is there something you need?"
Ren Changsheng didn't want to hear the Asura Sacred King's empty promises, so he asked a question.
What's your opinion on the Manju Imperial Court opening its granaries?
"What else can we say? They've been pushed to the limit and are now planning to compete with us in terms of reserves."
They did make a fortune plundering the secret treasury of the Extreme Evil Imperial Palace, but no matter what, they can't sustain it for long. Once their resources run out, their massive population will only hasten their demise.
Ren Changsheng shook his head and sneered.
"This is exactly the kind of thing that stupid woman Manju, would do."
However, I think we should still be on the safe side. What if they really do have a way to increase grain production? Wouldn't that put us in great danger?
The Asura Sacred King nodded cautiously.