Vol 2 Chapter 157: Decide

"Hehe, what's wrong with the transport ship, call me too," Cook laughed and gave the order coldly.
Nearly two thousand mana spaceships burst out with dazzling light. Each mana spaceship has dozens of meteors running, hundreds of magic crystal cannons, and even catapult cannons that fire mana bombs. One salvo is The light emitted by tens of thousands of meteors,
"Boom, boom, boom," hundreds of huge magic airships just appeared, they suffered a devastating blow, these magic airships have not had time to activate the magic shield, just relying on the physical defense of the airship itself, it is impossible to resist. The sharp firepower of the meteor cannon,
The huge magic airship is like a balloon. It was hit and torn by the beams of countless meteor cannons. Metal fragments sputtered everywhere.
In these fragments, there are countless people's corpses, as well as fierce fire, and people's exclamation, but this is only the first round. After the meteor ran to tear the magic airship, countless magic bombs Then he was ejected. In fact, when launching, the magic bomb was launched first, but the flying speed of the magic bomb is definitely not as fast as the beam of the meteor cannon.
These mana bombs continued to explode in the huge airspace. The first one exploded was the mana cluster bomb. Thousands of mana cluster bombs exploded everything in the entire airspace into fragments smaller than a thumb. Every mana The cluster bomb has tens of thousands of small magic bombs, covering an area as large as hundreds of meters.
"Okay." When Cook saw this scene, he knew that the training was not in vain. Such waves of attacks give people a sense of rhythm. For warfare, there must be a sense of rhythm. Once this rhythm is mastered, the enemy will In a panic,
Of course, this action was not called a war at all, but a one-sided slaughter, but when he saw the tragic condition of the slaves, Cook had no mercy at all. In Cook’s view, these demons and humans are simply It’s not a race, it just looks like a human being.
The third wave of magic bombs is the kind of burning-type magic bombs with extremely high temperatures. The entire airspace has become a fiery red ocean, leaving only pieces of charred metal particles on the ground several meters thick. layer,
The Demon Race’s support was solved by a round of salvo before he could react. Cook looked at the results of such a battle and was very pleased.
"Victory,"
Cheers broke out from the entire mana spaceship fleet, but the soldiers on the mana fleet did not relax, but increased their vigilance, because the demons’ perverted talent made everyone nervous.
"Clean up, clean up the war, perform alert missions," Kaluri issued a series of orders loudly.
Connie also breathed a sigh of relief. Now it seems that this plane has been taken down. Although there are sporadic demon guards in other places, but with the addition of millions of heavily armed slaves, these demon There is only one fate for the clan guards, and that is the tragic death. It is really miserable and miserable. When encountering Cook’s subordinates, it is a long-range fire attack, but when encountering slaves, then these demons soldiers will be as miserable as they are.
As for the family members of the demon guards, they have not been spared by slaves. Although West Asia and others have criticized Chinese practices, Cook pointed to slaves. These slaves have no family members. These slaves are like livestock. The women of slaves It is responsible for reproducing offspring. As for the man who needs it, it is the strongest man selected by the slave. Once a woman becomes pregnant, she will be isolated. When the child is one year old, she will be isolated again. The woman here is the child. Machines, and because of the frequent births and the lack of health guarantees, most women die in pain during childbirth. As for the children of slaves, the mortality rate is also very high, not only can’t eat enough, It’s not even warm to wear, let alone education. I have been working since I was young, and the life span of slaves here is only twenty years old.
"Cook," Sia looked at Cook.
"West Asia, they are not the same race as us," Cook said of course knowing what Siya was going to say.
"But, but," Mickey also said to help.
"Well, there is no room for discussion on this matter. The demons just look like our humans. You can see what kind of race the demons are when you look at these slaves. I repeat it here. For the demons, No one will stay. For whatever reason, if anyone disagrees with me, please leave," Cook said and turned around and left.
The reason why Cook is so cruel is that Cook has seen more of the ruthlessness of the demons. The demons treat people of their own race unequally. They all have a blood level. What's more, other people without the slightest blood of the demons, Connie Looking at the expressions of Sia, Mitch and others, sighed and said: "I support Cooke's decision, but whoever wants to leave, it is best to tell me first, otherwise, my soldiers don't know."
When Connie was a general, she was willing to use millions of civilians to accumulate a victory, not to mention the brutal demons. In Connie’s eyes, these demons deserve to die. As for the family members of the demons, children look at it. They look miserable, but what about the countless slaves who died? Are they miserable? Most of them died in painful labor, more miserable than the deaths of the families of these demons, and as a soldier, As far as the enemy is concerned, it is to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots without leaving any future troubles.
After Connie left, she came to the balcony outside the command center. It was said that it was a balcony, but it was actually a place with hundreds of square meters in size to see the scenery. After all, the command center was hidden deep inside the base, so occasionally it was necessary to see through. Let the wind relax,
"Cook, I support your idea." Connie looked at Cook, his face looked a bit resolute in the sun.
"Connie, they just saw the miserable look of the demons, but the countless slaves, and how many slaves died in the hands of the demons over the years, I also want to let them go, but I can't guarantee The demons will let off our offspring in the future, so that our offspring will no longer suffer like those slaves, so I will do everything," Cook said to Connie with a wry smile.
Connie heard Cook say this, and hugged Cook, and said, "Cook, I think they can understand."
"It doesn't matter, if you don't understand, you can leave. I am very enlightened," Cook said, shaking his head, but when Cook said this, his heart was bleeding.
Yes, Cook is not willing to lose anyone, but people will make choices at certain times, and they must be done.
Connie hugged Cook even more tightly. After this day, in the entire command hall, none of Cook’s other women came here again. Sia was immersed in her laboratory, and Murphy was in the sanctuary. Face, the Demon Plane, and the Lost Plane, the Plane of Hell rushing back and forth, responsible for the entire logistics,
Lina is also in charge of the entire transmission system. Mickey and others continue to practice. Seeing this scene, Cook relaxes a lot. Obviously these women use this method to support Cook, not seeing is believing.
"Cook, this plane is completely under our control, now what are we going to do," Connie reported good news to Cook half a month later.
"Don't move," Cook had already prepared.
"Don't move," Connie looked at Cook doubtfully, obviously wanting to know Cook's thoughts.
"Yes, what we have to do now is, 　 stabilize our harvest and build this plane into a solid base. Hundreds of millions of slaves need us to appease and control. I decided to distribute all these lands to slaves," Cook Said,
"But we can get the most benefit from the attack now," Connie said.
"Yes, but Connie, let me make an analogy. We are now a fist. There are two thousand mana spaceships on this plane, which are still growing. There are mana puppets and the Balrog troops. It can be said that we are an iron fist. , And once we extend the lead to grab more trophies, on the one hand, we need more people to defend the fruits of our victory, on the other hand we also need more people to defend, after all, we don’t know the magic Where will the clan attack, and as we gain more, the manpower, material, and financial resources needed will increase exponentially," Cook explained.
"Oh~EbookFREE.me~Cook, you just have to wait here, waiting for the enemy to come to the door, and fight the war of attrition with the demons," Connie woke up and said,
"It's not a war of attrition, but as long as we have the demons appear now, they will definitely be eliminated, so that the demons won't know our details. Then the longer it lasts, the more the demons are afraid of us, waiting for us to be completely stable. After this plane, it’s time for us to strike. Of course, it consumes the war potential of the Demon Race, which is also one of the reasons. Moreover, in constant wars, the Demon Race’s various planes need to increase their defenses. The amount of supplies is an astronomical number. I think in this situation, even the demons will not be able to sustain it for long,
Cook continued.
"Cook, you are so smart, but we can continue to tentatively attack other planes," Connie asked.
"This is also possible, but since you want to attack, you must leave nothing. Don't give the Demon Race any news about us. Let the Demon Race guess by yourself," Cook confirmed Connie's thoughts.
After Cook communicated with Connie, Connie turned around to make a plan, and Cook looked at the surrounding buildings standing tall, this is the place where the slaves lived, Cook took a deep breath and sighed Said: "I hope there will be no more demon gods in the demons,"