Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1253: Army

"Regardless of who our enemy is, our military structure must be based on melee, long-range and auxiliary basic services. Only when conditions permitted did they develop special services such as assaults, guerrillas, and fortifications. According to the needs of the battlefield, they could be divided into land and air combat units. "If we are facing an ocean region, we need to develop a deep-sea unit," Mitinas said in his unchanging tone. "But for the time being, we only need to produce land combat units, melee and long-range firepower. But even so, there are quite a few low-level combat units that meet the requirements … "

As Mitinus spoke, some information naturally appeared in Alan's mind. He knew that this was the information that Mitinus had sent back to his mind. Since the Abyss Flame could communicate with him, it could naturally transmit the information to him through telepathy.

According to the information provided by Mitinus, there were indeed quite a few low-grade weapons. Alan saw the Firehorn Demon, Fireboy, and other familiar weapons. Of course, they were also called other names in Mitinas' battle sequence. That was the true name of these combat units.

"Fire Horned Demon" Mitinus shared Ellen's heart. Unless Ellen wanted to conceal it, Mitinus would be able to read Ellen's current thoughts. He said, "Your Highness gave them the right name. Firehorn Demons are considered to be quite powerful in low-level units. I personally feel that mass production of Firehorn Demons at this stage would be a good idea."

Alan wasn't in a hurry to make up his mind. When he focused his mind on this weapon, the information about the Firehorn Demon was like a rock that had appeared on the surface of the water, clearly appearing in Alan's mind.

This type of ground combat unit possessed good physical fitness and strength. They were capable of meeting most of the requirements of conventional combat. The Fire Horned Demon's powerful forelimbs gave their attacks unparalleled impact. Although they didn't have any special offensive skills, if they were mass-produced, a large number of Fire Horned Demons would cause great trouble for the enemy.

"Apart from the Fire Horn Demon, I personally believe that if I combine it with this type of combat unit, I should be able to handle the following battles." Mitinas said as he sent the details of the combat units he had mentioned to Alan via telepathy.

As a result, the image and information of another type of combat unit appeared in Allen's mind.

Battery, Mitinas abandoned the long-winded name of this type of combat unit and named it after more concise and vivid words. This type of combat unit indeed looked like a cannon fort, but it was only a cannon fort with two legs. They can move slowly, remain stationary at designated artillery positions for long periods of time, and convert their Origin Energy into fireballs for long-range bombardment. Excellent firepower support is one of their strengths, and their weaknesses are equally obvious. The turrets moved slowly and did not have any melee tactics. Once they were attacked by the enemy, they would be able to reap a large number of these combat units.

Overall, however, the advantages of turrets outweigh the disadvantages.

"That's them, right?" Allen finally said, "Let's start with the Firehorn Demon and the turret. How much can we produce in a day?"

"We currently have five wells that can produce four Firehorns and two turrets a day," Mitinas said leisurely. "I plan to split them up four to one, which means you will get sixteen and two turrets today. But …"

"I will let the builders continue to build the wells. At the current rate, you can build five wells a day, so your army will grow by the day." Mitinas' crystal eyes swept into the depths of the mine. "I have probably finished exploring this mine. In order to maintain the balance between the output of the combat units and the energy supply, the best number of molten wells is 150. Once this number is reached, Your Highness will receive 600 Firehorn Demons and 300 turrets to fight for you in a day."

"Of course, a large number of low-level weapons can only play a limited role in high-level battlefields. That's why we need to constantly develop energy sources, build lava rivers that can produce mid-grade weapons, and even Doomsday Volcanoes that can produce high-grade weapons. In addition, I have to prepare to build the Gate of Flames so that I can summon new kings to fight for you when I need them. "Mitinus spread out his hands and said," There is so much to be done, but we can do it step by step. "Starting with the low-level legions, over time, this burning army will dominate the planet and bring flames to every corner of the universe."

"At that time, the entire universe will be under your dazzling flames!"

Mitinas' voice grew higher and higher, and his body also burst out dazzling flames from under the rock clothes, illuminating the entire mine as bright as day. A few seconds later, the flames dimmed. Mitinus bowed and said, "Sorry, I'm too excited."

"It doesn't matter. I'm as excited as you are, and I look forward to that day as much as you." What Ellen did not say was that his expectations were slightly different from Mitinas'. He also wanted the power to rule the entire universe, not to dominate it, but to settle old scores with some people, and to have the right to breathe freely in any blue sky.

At that time, I'll be able to see you again. Wait for me, Lucy.

"Then I'll leave this place to you, Mitinus. I'll let the workers in town resume their work at the mine. You don't need to worry about the energy supply for now."

After a brief explanation, Alan left the mine and returned to the town. On this day, residents were told to resume mining operations, and most of the residents of Green Light Town worked in the mines to make a living. Only a small portion of them had decent combat strength, wandering in the snowy plains around the town to capture all sorts of beasts from the Lost Realm. Apart from selling these exotic beasts to some merchants in the town, they could also be brought back to the wastelands for sale. It's just that the former is easier to get cash, while the latter takes a longer time to get money, but it's more profitable. The choice depends on the needs of the individual.

Returning to Lim's hotel, Laura had already woken up and was eating with him for free. It had been more than 24 hours since Alan had arrived in the town, and he had discovered that the Land of the Lost was almost eternal. The so-called daytime in the town was only a little brighter, but in fact, there was no difference. The only difference between day and night was the black and white hourglasses in the town. When the white end of the hourglass was on top, it was daytime. On the contrary, it was night.

Hourglasses like this were almost everywhere. When Alan returned, he saw the white end of the hourglass facing upwards. Since it was daytime, this meal could be considered breakfast. However, the breakfast at Lim's was far from what it used to be. At least in the past, there would never have been roasted tree grasshoppers at Alan's breakfast. Despite Lim's repeated emphasis on how nutritious the breakfast was, Alan still found it hard to swallow as he looked at the charred worm.

In the end, he changed the purple paste under Lim's idiotic gaze. At least, it tasted good and tasted good.

After eating, Nick walked in. The Barre had obviously changed his outfit and looked much more energetic than yesterday. He bowed exaggeratedly when he saw Alan and said, "Good morning, my lord."

Ellen was slightly surprised. Nick said, "This is human etiquette, right? I've heard of it before, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today."

Alan pulled a chair and patted him down. Nick had a flattered look on his face. He moved his butt to the chair and shouted at the kitchen, "Lim, serve food for your Uncle Nick!"

A moment later, terrifying footsteps sounded from the other side of the kitchen. Lim walked over with a face full of anger, but sneered, "Mr. Nick? Hey, that's scary. I wonder how long you'll last."

With a slap, she threw the plate on the table and said, "It's good for you, Roasted Tree Grasshopper."

Nick whistled and tasted it. Looking at the splashes of worm juice in his mouth, Laura revealed a disgusting expression and said, "I'm going to take a look outside." , then pull Bai and run. Alan waited for half of the roasted bugs on Nick's plate to disappear before asking, "How long does it take to get to Green Light Town from the Wilderness?"

"Then it depends on where to start, my lord." "If it's the Blood Eye, the Blood Eye is on the Blue Ice Plains," Nick said as he put the new bugs in his mouth. Lord Azes gathered his troops and set off. If everything went smoothly, they would arrive at Green Light Town in about ten days. It would take a few more days if he was unlucky enough to run into a blizzard. Walking in the Lost Realm was not an easy task. Unless it was an expert of the Blood Eye level, it would take a lot of effort for a weaker one. "This is a terrible place. Those who go hunting outside the town sometimes get lost even if their luck is too far away from the dao marker. In the end, they don't know where they died, or they become the stomach food of the mutated beast."

Alan had already seen the disturbing force fields on the snowy plains and knew that Nick's words were true. However, his knowledge of the wasteland was almost zero, so he could only ask Nick a few questions to deduce a rough idea.

In the next few days, Green Light Town was calm. Above the mine, Allen's army was also increasing day by day. On the night of the fifth day, Alan and Hubble were drinking in the lobby of the hotel when the door was suddenly knocked open and the cold wind poured in. The few guests sitting at the door looked at the door with dissatisfaction. The Baltics were not friendly, and they were of the type of people who would start a war if they didn't agree with a single word.

If Alan hadn't killed Iron Hand and destroyed the mine guards as soon as he arrived, he would have completely shocked the Barbarians in this town. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sit quietly in a corner and drink. Now, it was clear that the figure who entered was a stranger to the people of the town, and no Baltic knew how to be polite to strangers.

It was a figure wrapped under a fur garment. The other party casually threw it, and a few mutated beasts like hounds were thrown onto the floor. Then, a hoarse voice sounded from the fur hat that covered almost the entire face, "I heard that these things were kept here?"

It's a woman.