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"So if a weapon of this type is to be forged, it would take quite a long time,"
Fatty pondered for a moment, then poured out his thoughts in full.
Yibai looked at Fatty, who spoke eloquently, and fell into an uncharacteristic silence, unsure of how to respond.
He dared not imagine the sight of a million-strong Demon Army firing missiles.
Nor dared he contemplate what would happen after the day the Red Moon World and the Three Realms integrated.
Would it be that Fatty, on a whim, would mobilize a great army and launch all sorts of modern weaponry?
That was truly uncertain.
Suddenly, Yibai felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
"True Dragon, what's wrong? Could it be that... the weapon you desire is not of this kind? Something even more formidable than these? What could that be?"
"Surely you don't need something electromagnetic to engage in information warfare?"
Seeing Yibai silent, Fatty couldn't help but touch his head and speak.
