Chapter 472
My Empire Chapter 472
2020-11-03
Chapter 472 473 GloryAfter seeing that my own space station no longer needs supplemental oxygen, it has even achieved to some extent After becoming self-sufficient in food, Chris decided to launch more space stations to complete a more useful Starlink spaceport!
This huge spaceport can take into account some manufacturing functions, can produce parts and the like, and can supplement itself, so that it can more conveniently implement more expansion plans in outer space.
Chris remembered the moon landing plan from the former Soviet Union at this time. This plan later became a failure of the Soviet Union, but in another direction, it gave human beings infinite possibilities to explore space.
In its plan to explore the moon, the United States uses the method of launching a rocket directly to the moon in one step. But the Soviet Union believes that a better way is to build a space station, so that it can land on the moon more safely.
As a result, everyone already knows that the Americans won their victory, while the Soviets could only build the Mir space station with hatred, and once came to the forefront of the world in space station technology.
Unfortunately, the Soviet Union disintegrated later, and this space station became a swan song - until the US-led International Space Station project took over the Mir, and then China's space station suddenly emerged.
Now, all of these space station technologies are readily available in Chris's mind. And now in Alanhill, the space station is much bigger than the Mir.
How big is this huge space station? So huge that this space station is already an artificial star - at night, as long as people lifts the head, they can see this huge reflector hanging in the air, everyday all!
Now, this luminous body is getting longer and longer, and it is almost a straight line visible to the naked eye - it is so huge, so huge it is unbelievable.
At this moment, huge changes are taking place on the huge space station being transformed by Tree of Life.
Although Tree of Life is only a branch and sprout, it also reflects its power and importance. Subsequent space stations will no longer need to carry equipment for producing oxygen, nor do they need to care about any food supplies, just need Carry more and larger space station equipment and fly to the predetermined orbit.
With these conveniences, Alanhill will soon be able to create a larger space station, directly build a new spaceship in outer space, and explore the distant moon - this is actually not difficult for Chris. .
"Your Majesty!" St. Mai Ryan walked to Chris's side, bowed his head one-knee kneels and said, "I will personally go to the space station and be the breeder of this Tree of Life... ...this is my personal will, and this is also the highest honor and the greatest ideal of all Elf Races... please... allow me..."
"For the time being...I don't need it... ..." Chris looked at the saint who was kneeling in front of him, and refused the request of the other party: "You can guide our botanists to operate by contacting the system. Isn't this a predetermined plan?"
"Your Majesty!...I am willing to pledge my allegiance to you with my life! As long as you are willing, I am willing to offer everything I can!" Majesty pleaded eagerly: "That...that is a Tree of Life! Your Majesty! You know what? This tree is another hope for the entire world!"
"You're wrong! Mr. McRae!" Chris shook the head , and then said: "Alanhill is the hope of this world! Either that tree or you, it's all Alanhill's now... Please don't forget this!"
"Yes... I'm sorry! Your Majesty! I was so excited just now!" Merion bowed his head and confessed: "I am willing to swear with my life, to be loyal to you until the end of your life! As your most loyal servant, Your Majesty! I am willing to do for you Anything..."
"I believe in your loyalty." Chris didn't mean to let Merrien get up, because he wasn't willing to let an Elf Race aboard his space station.
Then, he felt Merion's Life Aura, which seemed to be moving in his palm-he was surprised to find that the other party seemed to have used some strange contract magic to put his soul in the palm of his hand. Transferred to him by contract.
"Your Majesty! I have voluntarily submitted a contract with you! I am now your servant! I hope I can replace you and cultivate that precious Tree of Life in space... Hope Your Majesty you Yes." Merion pleaded with his head down.
Chris felt the will, as he now seemed to be in control of the life of the Elf Race sage in front of him.
That tiny existence in his spirit strength seems to be the handle that Mr. Fa Sage is holding in Chris's hands.
"Elf Race has such interesting magic?" Chris looked at his magic tree and found that there was no such strange magic.
However, on this sturdy magic tree, another new branch is sprouting, which seems to represent the life magic of Elf Race.
Chris looked at the towering tree in his mind curiously, watching the branches of space magic and life magic stretch a little bit, and he was in a good mood hard to describe.
After a long while, he finally walked out of his world, bowed his head and looked towards Saint Merion, who was kneeling in front of him, nodded agreed: "Then... Since you are so determined, I I agree with you to go to space with the next space station to participate in the experiments related to Tree of Life."
"Yes! Your Majesty! Your most loyal servant will be taken care of for Alanhill. That precious Tree of Life!" Merion lowered his head lower, and his tone became cautious.
He's really Chris' servant now, he can't go against Chris' orders, it's a magical relationship, and the contract won't end until Chris's life is over.
However... the problem is actually there, that is, Elf Race has almost never signed a similar contract with human beings. Apart from the statements recorded in the books, what other influences did it have on Elf Race? Nobody knows.
As for the impact on human beings, the book is very clear: the magician who signed the contract lived to the age of 194, which is a reasonable age for death, so it can be inferred that there are no side effects...
Think about it too, this is a life oath that Elf Race voluntarily submits and does not need to be recognized by the host. Formally, this is almost similar to a curse on one's own life - since the owner's consent is not required, it means that this oath does zero harm to the host!
Vivian on the side was very curious about this kind of oath. She looked at the two pointed ears of French Saint Merion, and the more she looked, the more she felt that Elf Race's skin was really like moonlight. Smooth, as smooth as jade stone.
At this time, the phone rang suddenly. After listening to Luther, who answered the phone, he handed the phone to Chris and reported, "It's Her Royal Highness Elf Race!"
Chris glanced at Merrien, and found that the other party was still bowing his head, without any slight movement, he took the phone from Luther's hand with satisfaction: "I'm Chris! I missed the chance to meet you last time, It's really a pity."
"There will always be a chance to meet, Your Majesty!" On the phone, even though it was a little distorted, the queen's words were still like a fairy, which made Chris feel like a spring breeze: "I feel the summon of nature...the second Tree of Life...Is it okay?"
"Everything is going well! Queen Your Majesty." Chris admitted Tree of Life calmly The fact that it has sprouted: "It's fine and has grown into a small tree...to be honest, I didn't expect it to grow so fast."
"..."Telephone Over there, Queen Your Majesty was silent for a while, and then she said, "If... help us plant a tree of Life seed on the moon... at what cost?"
"This can It's not easy, Queen Your Majesty." Chris rejected Queen Your Majesty in a normal tone: "You should know that for Alanhill... Borderlands are Alanhill's territory."
"I believe... Maureen has pledged allegiance to you with his life oath... Your Majesty." The queen didn't care about Chris' refusal, she talked about a seemingly unrelated topic, and her tone was equally calm: "I can give you a lot of Elf Race beauties, the kind that do what you say..."
"I think you misunderstood... Your Majesty!" Chris interrupted the queen's Your Majesty seduction, Continuing to refuse: "Moon...that's what we call Alanhill, sorry, it's already our Alanhill territory!"
"I can marry you! As the former Queen of Elf Race, I'll marry you! You'll be the god of the Elf Race, as long as... we only want the 'moon'!" The Elf Queen continued to increase her stake.
"This is not a problem that can be solved by a marriage." Chris looked at Vivienne beside him, looked at her unparalleled face, smiled and shook his head.
"So... like the dwarves, we Elf Race, join Alanhill? As long as you can promise to plant a Tree of Life on the moon, transform it, and make it another home for Elf Race! We'll join Alanhill! It's still Alanhill's territory, but...it belongs to the Elf Race!" Queen Your Majesty desperately increased her chips.
The more she is like this, the more Chris feels that there seems to be some secret about Elf Race on the moon, so he continues to refuse half-jokingly: "I'm starting to wonder if you guys have lost something. The moon is on..."
"You're right... Your Majesty!" the queen sighed, admitting, "We lost something on the moon... only got that thing back, Elf Race Only then can you truly find your own glory."
(end of this chapter)