Rising from the ground, the puppet twisted his arm and examined his body. Everything is normal with him, and the equipment mounted on the spacesuit is not even missing.

His parachute had just failed, and he had barely landed safely in the last leg of his flight magic.

Everything was normal, which made him very happy. He slapped the dust off his body twice, and then he saw a god puppet walk up to him: "Congratulations on landing safely!" ”

"Thank you!" He removed the parachute pack behind him, and then carried the Magic Hedron Fuel Replenishment Backpack attached to the backpack on his back.

The god puppet, who had just landed, was busy as he asked his companion, who had also just landed, "Is there a communication signal?" ”

"Everything is working fine in the communication channel and the signal is very clear...... The other party has sent a signal to confirm the position...... We'll be meeting them soon. The golem who had landed a little earlier replied.

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

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

In fact, this base has already been established, including a small town: this town is halfway up a mountain, in fact, it is made up of a connected cave.

The golems planned the use of the cave's branches and built a huge communication base on top of the mountain.

Using the equipment on the spaceship and the growing number of satellites overhead, the golems even revised the map of the planet and began to simply reclaim some land.

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

"There will probably never be a mosquito here...... Really nice place. A puppet walked over and pulled out a recording camera from his special pocket: "Hello, my job is to record everything here." ”

"Then you can record it! Look at these plants, their leaves are a little bigger than they were when they were in Eransires......" Folding the parachute and dropping it under a large tree, the god puppet who had just landed said.

"It's a little warmer here...... Wasn't it already clearly written in the manual when you came? Demon Realm 1 is closer to our sun......" Seeing a signal flare fired by a god puppet rising in the distance, the god puppet pointed and said, "Let's go!" They're waiting for us! ”

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"When this battle is over, perhaps you will become the first generalissimo of the empire." Aresia handed a copy of the record to Vageron, her delicate face flushed with exhaustion.

She's been in a lot of bumps lately, and she's been busy trying to persuade the demons to surrender. Although she was created by the source of magic, she is a real "capitulationist".

In fact, she also wanted to fight, but after she had fought with the army of the Irlanhill Empire, she knew that there was no hope of victory in this war at all.

It would be foolish and unwise to insist on a war with no hope of victory at all. Unless the other party wants to exterminate the species, compromise is not an unacceptable option.

After all, this war was provoked by the demons first, and in the war that lasted for 10,000 years, the demons did do many things that angered people. Just before the Demon Realm was counterattacked, the Demon Race was still burning and looting on the Magic Continent, destroying the entire southern region of Iran Hill today.

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

"How much merit is this? Generalissimo? I can't even think about it! Vaglon smiled, flipped through the record, and looked at it carefully.

This is the civilian population that the demons have recently surrendered, as well as the statistical report of the army. It shows that in the past ten days, a total of 3 million civilians of the Demon Race have been incorporated into the rule of the Irlanhill Empire, and almost 500,000 regular troops have surrendered.

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

Unlike the elves who understand natural magic and are good at fighting, the demons have a bad perception in the human world, and everyone is reluctant to accept the demons and recruit demons for work.

However, this is not always the case, there are some special industries that are still very popular with demons: for example, the erotic performances of the succubus clan are very popular in the demon world.

Of course, some other industrial demons are also naturally good at it, such as high-level demons with wings, and it is quite convenient to send express delivery......

Even so, the most engaged demons in the area ruled by the Ellan Hill Empire are still in the mining industry, high-risk positions.

In addition, there is a large army of demonic minions - fighting with your own clan, there is a risk of dying at any time, but the income is relatively high.

"In half a month, such a long distance has been pushed forward...... Captured hundreds of thousands of enemy troops and captured several large cities...... Control the population by millions! You don't even look down on such a victory? Aresia felt that Vagron was posturing.

No general would have underestimated such a brilliant victory, and any monarch would have been stingy with his reward.

Vagron shrugged his shoulders and said, "We are in the Holy Demon Empire, in the Puppet Empire, in the Southern Kingdom, in the Kasik Empire, and in the Norma Empire...... Every victory was so brilliant. ”

He was talking about a fact, but it made the demon king of Aresia a little unbelievable. She really couldn't understand what kind of existence an empire that made such brilliant victories commonplace.

"Actually, I am very satisfied with the reward that His Majesty the Great Emperor has given me! And the criteria for the promotion of the generalissimo of the empire are actually stricter than you think. Vaglon said earnestly.

Even now, he is still full of respect for the marshal's insignia on his shoulder. He knew that it was a rock-solid splendor forged by countless people with their blood and lives!

Seeing that Aresia was looking at him with beautiful eyes, Vagron continued: "And, as far as I know...... The empire will soon have a second marshal! ”