My Empire

Getting up from the ground, the **** puppet twisted his arm and checked his body. Everything in his condition was normal, and the equipment mounted on the spacesuit was not even lost.

His parachute just failed, and in the last paragraph, he used the floating magic to barely land safely.

Everything is normal, which makes him very pleased. He slapped the dust on his body twice, and then saw a **** puppet approaching him: "Congratulations on your safe landing!"

"Thank you!" He removed the parachute backpack behind him, and then put the magic spar fuel replenishing backpack fixed on the backpack on his back.

The **** puppet who had just landed was busy while asking his companion who had just landed: "Is there a communication signal?"

"The communication channel is all normal, and the signal is very clear... the other party has sent a location confirmation signal... we will meet them soon." The **** puppet who landed here a little earlier replied.

Each of them carries a large amount of magic spar energy and can survive here for a long time.

Their task is also very clear, to establish a human forward base on this planet that has been transformed by the tree of life.

In fact, this base has already been established, including a town that is not too small: this town is on the halfway of a mountain, but it is actually made up of connected caves.

The puppets planned unused uses for the branches of the cave and built a huge communication base on the top of the mountain.

Using the equipment on the spacecraft, as well as more and more satellites overhead, these puppets even revised the map of the planet and began to simply cultivate some land.

In short, this place is not much different from the Magic Continent, but there are no animals here, only plants are constantly growing.

"There may never be mosquitoes here... It's a great place." A puppet came over and took out a camera for recording from his special pocket: "Hello, my job is Responsible for recording everything here."

"Then you can make a good record! Look at these plants, their leaves are bigger than in Ailan Siris..." I simply folded the parachute and dropped it under a big tree, just landing. Said the **** puppet.

"The climate here is warmer... Isn't it already clearly written in the manual when I came here? Moyu 1 is closer to our sun..." Seeing a signal flare fired by a **** puppet rose in the distance, the **** The puppet pointed his finger and said, "Let's go over! They are waiting for us!"

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"This battle is over, maybe you will become the first general in the empire." Alicia handed a record to Wagron, her pretty face full of fatigue.

She has bumped a lot of places recently and has been busy persuading the demons to surrender. Although she was created by the source of magic, she is a real "surrender".

In fact, she also wanted to fight, but she knew that there was no hope of victory in this war after confronting the army of the Ailan Hill Empire.

It is foolish and unwise to insist on a war with no hope of victory. Unless the other party wants to subdue the race, compromise is not an unacceptable choice.

After all, this war was initiated by the demons first, and in the war that lasted for thousands of years, the demons did indeed do a lot of anger and grievances. Just before the demon world was counterattacked, the demons burned, killed and looted on the magic continent, destroying the entire southern area of ​​Alan Hill today.

Therefore, it is actually a very good result that the demons can live a well-fed life under the rule of the Ailan Hill Empire.

"How much is this? Grand Marshal? I can't even think about it!" Wagron smiled, opened the record, and looked at it carefully.

This is the demons’ recent surrender of civilians, as well as a statistical report of the army. The above shows that in the past ten days, a total of 3 million civilians of the demons have been included in the rule of the Ailan Hill Empire, and almost 500,000 regular troops have surrendered.

In fact, according to human standards for accepting prisoners, only the 500,000 so-called regular troops are high-quality labor materials, and most of the remaining civilians can only be regarded as the cheapest labor that is barely qualified.

Unlike the elves who understand natural magic and are good at fighting, the demons have a bad impression in the human world. Everyone is reluctant to accept the demons and are unwilling to recruit them to work.

However, this is not always the case. In some special industries, Mozu is still very popular: For example, the **** performance of the Succubus clan is very popular in the Devildom.

Of course, some other industrial demons are also natural masters, such as the high-level demons with wings. It is quite convenient to send express delivery...

Even so, the demons are still engaged in the mining industry and high-risk positions in the areas ruled by the Ailan Hill Empire.

In addition, there is a large number of demon servants fighting with the same clan, and there is a risk of death at any time, but the income is relatively higher.

"In half a month, I have advanced such a long distance... Captured hundreds of thousands of enemy troops and occupied several large cities... Controlling millions of people! How can you look down on such a victory?" Alicia felt that Wagron was posing.

No general would underestimate such a glorious victory, a general who can achieve such a great victory, and any monarch will not be stingy with his reward.

Wagron shrugged and said, "We are in the Holy Demon Empire, in the Puppet Empire, in the Southern Kingdom, in the Kasik Empire, in the Norma Empire...Each victory is so brilliant."

What he was talking about was a fact, but this fact made the Demon Lord Alicia a little unbelievable. She really couldn't understand what kind of existence an empire that took such a glorious victory as commonplace.

"Actually, I'm very satisfied with the reward given to me by the great emperor! And the criteria for the empire to be promoted to Grand Marshal are actually stricter than you think." Wagron said seriously.

Even now, he still has full respect for the Marshal's emblem on his shoulder. He knew that it was a rock-solid brilliance made by countless people with their blood and lives!

Seeing Alicia looking at him with beautiful eyes, Wagron continued: "And, as far as I know...the Empire will soon have a second marshal!"