"Are you going to reduce the production capacity of mobile turrets, tanks, and some low-level mechas?" Jing Hongchen was stunned. "Why?"
"Now, is there any place in the entire continent that the Sun-Moon Empire cannot conquer?" Xu Cheng took a sip of tea and asked leisurely.
"This...Shrek?" Jing Hongchen raised his eyebrows.
"Shrek is one, so why can't we conquer it?" Xu Cheng said with a smile.
"Is there divine intervention?"
"Bingou, that's right. So even if we produce another 10,000 mobile turrets, we can kill the gods?"
"You mean..." Jing Hongchen understood immediately and nodded slightly: "Even if we build more low-level turrets (generally referring to soul guides below level 6), they will not be able to penetrate the defenses of the gods. The number can indeed produce a qualitative change, but it is also limited. It is not that one plus one equals two. The further we go, the more we tend to a peak, and the upper limit is locked."
"Yes, and I didn't say to stop production directly. Ever since the defense of Mingdu, the empire's deterrence has covered the entire continent. If we continue to produce low-end products, it would be a waste. After ensuring a certain number to maintain the empire's strategic deterrence, we will invest the remaining production capacity in high-level research and development, which is what I said... killing gods!" Xu Cheng smiled faintly.
"Good man, are you so ambitious?" Jing Hongchen smacked his lips, but a hint of inflated ambition could be seen in his eyes.
The Sun-Moon Empire has accumulated a foundation over thousands of years, and now it is experiencing an explosive leap forward.
The recent victory over the former continental alliance has given confidence to the entire Sun-Moon Empire. Now the entire empire is celebrating this victory.
Although no contract for the victory had been signed, the fact that they avenged the shame of four thousand years ago was enough to excite most people.
"Don't stop working on the mecha, its upper limit is very high..." Xu Cheng murmured.
As a beneficiary of this, I naturally know its terrifying upper limit.
The bottleneck of the mecha now is probably his Thunder. The combat power of the ninety-nine-level Extreme Douluo has almost reached the ceiling of this continent.
What limits the upper limit of the mecha's strength is not the rules of heaven, but the strength of the metal and the optimization of some soul guide formations. In other words, if this mecha is made by a soul guide with the strength of an Extreme Douluo, and coupled with the mental power of an Extreme Douluo, it may not be unable to resist the demigod realm.
Now the goal is to reach the stars and the sea. The transformation cannot be achieved overnight. It must be a gradual transition. For weapons like this that can only fight on the ground, optimization is inevitable, but we should not be too hasty.
"Then which direction should it develop in?" Jing Hongchen pondered.
"The sky!" Xu Cheng gave the answer without hesitation.
I had thought about the Scepter of God before, but that idea was shelved. After all, the attack range of the Scepter of God is still limited to the ground. Now that the Sun-Moon Empire has gained an absolute advantage on the ground battlefield, there is naturally no need to continue.
However, its foundation, that is, satellites, is an extremely important part of mankind's journey towards the starry sky.
Although many parts of Douluo Continent violate common sense of physics and can be explained by a crude soul power system, Niu San still exists. He simply converts the flammable gas stored in the mouth of the rocket into soul power, and pushes in the opposite direction to send the rocket into the sky.
This is an extremely difficult task in the original continent, but looking at the Douluo Continent, it is not that difficult. According to Xu Cheng's previous calculations, the soul power of a Titled Douluo realm powerhouse is enough to support the rocket into space, and it is even more than enough.
The existence of satellites can more conveniently establish links and communications with the Douluo plane, better control this continent, and serve as an interstellar transit station, laying the foundation for the establishment of interstellar battleships in the near future.
“There’s still room.”
Xu Cheng's eyes flickered.
"But... never mind."
He waved his hand.
Perhaps soon, the system will give the finished product...
"All the riddle masters deserve to die!" Jing Hongchen was listening with great excitement, but Xu Cheng stopped abruptly and said angrily.
"First, let me give you an idea. Now that the teacher's artificial spirit ring has come out, the overall level of the spirit masters in the Sun-Moon Empire will definitely be improved." Xu Cheng smiled, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at the entire Sun-Moon Empire Royal Academy below. It was green and full of life, and the students were playing and fighting. "This is the foundation of everything."
"What is the most lacking thing in the empire today?"
Without waiting for Jing Hongchen to answer, Xu Cheng said with a firm look.
“Talent!”
…
"They are going a bit too far!"
On the throne.
Xu Jiawei clenched the handle tightly, veins popped out on his neck, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared fiercely at the minister who was kneeling on the ground and trembling below.
"Did I ask them to form a joint venture?"
"Seeing the considerable profits, they all wanted to buy shares in the empire. I didn't mind because they were a hidden family and had made great contributions to Xing Luo. I even gave them some profits. But now? With the scam exposed, they asked me for money?"
"Do I owe them?!"
The sound echoed in the hall.
Xu Jiawei looked at the ministers kneeling on the ground, and his anger grew stronger.
Take a deep breath.
Looking at the sky outside the hall, ever since the Sun-Moon Empire attacked their doorstep, the group of hidden families and old nobles have become more and more arrogant, not taking him seriously, and now they even ask him for money...
More than four hundred million gold soul coins!
Even if it was the former Xingluo Empire, it would be a bit troublesome to take it out, let alone Xingluo whose assets had just been emptied by Xu Cheng.
After all, Xu Jiawei had already lost face when the Sun and Moon Soul Guide Corps marched straight into the imperial capital. In addition, the coalition forces were defeated, and two of the priests who went there were killed and two were seriously injured, which made his most important support shaky. When the scam was revealed, all the money of the imperial capital was trapped. Now the accounts were in deficit and there were many problems, which crushed his only spirit.
"call……"
Looking down at the ministers, a hint of madness suddenly flashed in Xu Jiawei's eyes.
Force me?
You all force me?
Isn't Xu Cheng after this little piece of territory of his? Then I will give it up!
You guys are a bunch of people sucking blood from the empire, aren't you forcing me? Fine, fine, then I will overturn the table and not accompany you any more!
Go play with Xu Cheng!
A hearty sneer flashed across Xu Jiawei's face. Xu Cheng was not someone who could be easily dealt with. If Xingluo really fell into the latter's hands, those so-called old nobles would never have a good ending.
The ministers below looked at each other, wondering why Xu Jiawei was laughing.
"Your Majesty, we..." The Minister of Finance looked up cautiously.
"You want me to pay you back? Dream on!" Xu Jiawei sneered.
Looking at the Finance Minister kneeling on the ground.
Do you really think you don't know that you, a beast, have already been bribed by that group of old nobles?
"But..." The Minister of Finance was stunned when he heard this. This seemed different from what he expected.
"Call the princess over!"
Xu Jiawei glanced at him indifferently, waved his sleeves, and turned away.
"Resign..."
Then the eunuch's shrill voice was heard.
...(End of this chapter)
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