Chapter 1249
My Empire Chapter 1249
2020-11-23
Chapter 1249 1251 Building LegionMany races are actually more suitable for cosmic immigration than humans. In some respects, they possess abilities that humans never possess, blessed by heaven.
For example, if the Elf Race colonizes the universe, they can plant greenery on the colonized planet and get food supplies.
In addition, these gentle-looking, pointed-eared races also have powerful battle strength and can face low-intensity wars alone.
For another example, the Beastman Race is also a race suitable for cosmic immigrants. They are willing to endure hardship, can endure long cosmic migrations, and can live for long periods of time on a harsh planet.
These strong races are also bursting with battle strength. Just a few can be used to form a team. If there are lion cavalry, they can even defeat a hundred.
Humans alone have little advantage in many ways. They are mediocre and featureless, so they can only play a supporting role as the Alanhill empire expands.
The good news is that humans are the rulers of this empire, and those races that seem to be full of advantages are actually conquered losers!
And, sitting high on that ladder, is a Human Sovereign! Therefore, human beings are not only assistants of the expansion of the universe, but also participants and even conductors!
However, from a practical point of view, when forming a construction corps, most of the Alanhill Empire chose Elf Race and Beastman Race.
These two races have first-class development capabilities, so they were sent directly to the distant Hope 2 planet.
The heavy airtight door slowly opened, and an unpleasant smell of sweat permeated from the gap immediately, as if the reentry capsule that had just landed was full of livestock.
However, when the airtight door was fully opened and the sunlight shone into the interior of the re-entry cabin with dim yellow lights, a tall and strong silhouette walked out with majestic steps.
He blocked the sunlight of this world with his hand, then hunched his back slightly and stepped on the land of New World.
The man from the Beastman Race twisted his stout neck and looked around at the buildings that were half constructed, with no expression on his face.
Although he looks very imposing, it is a pity that he is not wearing any clothes except for a pair of pants, which makes his mighty and domineering, more or less hit a little bit. Discount.
"It's time to work!" He looked at a puppet robot standing beside the re-entry capsule, opened his mouth wide, and said in a stout voice, "I hope you're ready."
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"We've already melted 40 reentry capsules with the M674 furnace we've delivered...your equipment, we're ready!"
A topless female orc She pushed aside the tall male orc standing in front of her, holding his fangs and raising his chin: "fuck off! Don't get in the way!"
She has two lightning bolts tattooed on her body, the scarlet pattern One left and one right went right through her plump breasts. She shook her shoulders twice and stretched her body: "Should you chop people first, or trees first?"
"..." The male orc who was pushed away by the female orc looked at The woman behind her, the arrogant expression on her face was disappeared, replaced by a flattering smile: "wife... hard work on the road, hard work..."
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The door of the other re-entry cabin on the side also opened slowly, and the unpleasant smell was gone this time.
On the contrary, at the moment when the airtight door of the re-entry cabin was opened, there was a fragrance that seemed to exist.
A female elf wearing silk clothes, stepped on the same standard steps as a model, and stepped down the spread out gentle slope pedal.
She also looked at this new world curiously, followed by her one by one companion who was as beautiful as Heavenly Immortal.
These real Fairy's had a curious smile on their faces until they saw not far away, the Beastman Race gangsters who were swarming out of the re-entry pod.
"Is our battle strength not enough? Why are we bringing these savage guys?" One of the leading female Elf Race officers, frowned whispered softly.
"No way, who made these Barbarians so fertile and have a large population." A female elf who jumped off and re-entered the cabin happened to land next to the female officer and said angrily.
The Elf Race is impossible to board the transport ship without clothes in order to save weight, because they are relatively slender, and most of the Elf Races do not require strict weight loss like the Beastman Race.
So, far away, a few human commanders waiting there, sadly sighed, re-engaged in the great work of welcoming the new troops upon their arrival.
As more orcs and Elf Race troops arrive, the puppets in charge of the base guard begin distributing their weapons and equipment to these far-flung troops.
A standard long sword of the same size was distributed to the Beastman Race troops. Then these soldiers who had just received their armor hung their long swords on their waists again.
Seeing that the Beastman Race troop is no longer naked, the Elf Race troop also received their long sword and armor.
A huge flag was erected with the long sword of the sickle on it. This is the flag they built the Legion with, and the images on it represent their two major missions.
The sickle represents agricultural production, and the long sword represents war - building the Legion, two jobs: building and destroying!
"Looks like, isn't this time cutting down the trees first?" The female orc who got her own long sword and had already put on her armor, stood in front of Burrison and saluted: "The Second Construction Legion Deputy Corps Head, Aria salutes you!"
Hearing the stout voice, Harold, who was snapping the lid of his water bottle, almost spit out the water in his mouth.
I rely on... don't I? The man in front of him, who is at least two meters tall, with a muscular body and a sturdy ruthless tattoo on his face, turned out to be a woman?
What is even more exaggerated is that such a fierce warrior who can stand on his fists and run horses on his arms has a name like this...such...endearing little bird...
"Second Construction Legion Corps Head, Sona!" The Elf Race beauty, who is also standing at attention and saluting, wearing a tight armor, gives people a completely different aura.
That sweet voice, that delicate face, that graceful figure, that... terrifying already makes people feel the viscous magic energy surging... Forget it, Burrisson felt, Inside the Legion, there is no normal person.
Of course, he's not a normal person...even, he doesn't even know if he's still a person...
(End of this chapter)