128: Selected and mass-produced troops

After reading both reports, Brian fell into a brief contemplation.

Eric also leaned over to read the intelligence, stroking his chin as he said, "One is a tough nut to crack, a solid piece of iron; the other is a poisonous mushroom full of thorns... neither is easy to deal with. Brian, what do you think?"

"The B-002 Plane's environment is not conducive for our existing legions to exert their full strength. The clearing process would be too slow and easily bog us down, so we will put it aside for now."

Brian quickly made a decision:

"Our primary target is B-001, Spirit Eye. The official name for that Plane will be: Constructive Vitality Plane! And the B-002 Plane will officially be named the Nether Spring Plane."

"Yes, Master!"

Spirit Eye responded with a solemn expression.

Brian looked at Eric, his tone firm:

"Although they are powerful, their fusion technology of biology and constructs, and their life essence, hold extremely high research value for me."

He paused slightly, his words exuding confidence in his own strength:

"More importantly, their form of power can serve as a touchstone for our final judgment! I really want to know whether their biological behemoths' carapaces are harder, or if our destructive lightning is more irresistible!"

He then turned to Spirit Eye and asked:

"Spirit Eye! How many level 5 intelligent robots have we produced so far? And how is the production of the Doomsday Judgment Squad coming along?"

"Master, because the production of level 5 intelligent robots is more difficult and they are all produced according to proportion, we have only produced 200,000 units. The Doomsday Judgment Squad is the same, with only 200 squads produced."

Spirit Eye reported truthfully, looking a little embarrassed.

The data was clearly displayed on the light screen.

Only this much?

Brian's expression instantly froze for a moment.

This was far below his psychological expectation for launching a secure campaign.

However, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

A helpless yet apologetic smile appeared on his face as he said to Eric:

"Eric, you see, the current number of intelligent robots is too small and not secure enough! Moreover, my wives' due dates are approaching. How about... we postpone the Plane invasion until December or next spring?"

"Haha! No problem! I completely understand!"

Eric burst into hearty laughter upon hearing this:

"Seeing you strengthen this military fortress to that extent, I already guessed it! You definitely wouldn't take risks easily unless it was a foolproof situation."

He understood his good friend's personality too well.

To put it nicely, it was being cautious; to put it less nicely, it was being a coward!

He waved his hand, indicating full support:

"Go at your own pace! Being cautious is good. After all, we are taking the initiative, and only with thorough preparation can we achieve the greatest results with the least cost."

Then, he changed the subject.

He rubbed his hands with a hint of anticipation and embarrassment:

"However, Brian, I have an impolite request... your level 5 basic intelligent robot is truly excellent in performance, far superior to anything on the magic net. Could you... sell some to me? Not many, 100,000 basic models would be enough!"

"100,000 units? No problem!"

Brian responded without hesitation.

He then thought that Eric might not have much money.

He then waved his hand grandly, appearing extremely generous:

"With our friendship, talking about money is too formal! These 100,000 intelligent robots will be my gift to you!"

After all, such a small amount of money, as a favor, how good is that!

Upon hearing this, Eric's eyes immediately lit up, his face full of pleasant surprise.

After all, he was also poor now!

Although he had made a lot of money from Brian.

But most of it was used to repay old debts and rebuild his family fortune, so he wasn't well-off.

Brian's generous gift was undoubtedly a timely help.

"This... how can I accept this! Brian, thank you so much! I'll remember this favor!"

Eric said sincerely, his tone filled with gratitude.

After finalizing the details of the robot handover, Eric bid farewell and left.

Brian immediately decided to launch the mass production plan!

"Spirit Eye!"

He immediately said to Spirit Eye beside him with an undeniable tone:

"Effective immediately, launch the mass production plan! Plan level: Highest priority!"

On the holographic light screen, the structural diagrams of four newly constructed level 6 mage towers were highlighted.

"Utilize all production floor space of these four new towers, as well as the main tower's backup production area, to urgently expand the production lines for level 5 intelligent robots and the Doomsday Judgment Squad."

"My goal is! Before December, to see a total of two million level 5 intelligent robots and two thousand Doomsday Judgment Squads fully equipped! Resource supply is unlimited, and you have full authority to allocate it!"

This goal was nothing short of insane!

It also meant completing several times the previous production volume in less than three months.

"Yes! Master!"

Spirit Eye did not hesitate and quickly began calculating.

On the holographic light screen, data streams flowed like a reversed galaxy:

"Mass production plan has been generated!

Currently re-planning production line layout, optimizing production processes, and simultaneously initiating large-scale resource procurement from the magic net!

The production floors of the four new towers will be prioritized for the manufacturing and assembly of core components for the final judgment, while the main tower and existing facilities will fully guarantee the production of level 5 intelligent robots.

It is expected that the goal can be achieved under the premise of sufficient resources!"

In an instant, the entire territory's industrial machinery operated at full speed like a awakened giant beast.

Countless intelligent robots swarmed into the four new Mage Towers like worker ants.

Following Spirit Eye's optimized design, energy conduits were laid, precision rune engraving machines were installed, large elemental furnaces were erected... new production lines were constructed at an astonishing speed.

On the magic net, massive quantities of rare metals, energy crystals, and rune substrates were continuously transported into the production base through teleportation arrays.

Just as this industrial symphony was in full swing, Brian's focus in life quietly shifted.

He knew that a powerful legion was for expanding territory in the future, but at present, what he needed to protect more was his family, who was about to welcome new life.

In October, the autumn chill deepened in the territory.

In the castle garden, fallen leaves were scattered, yet it did not diminish its warmth.

"Ah... this little one has been kicking more and more forcefully lately."

Emily, supporting her noticeably larger belly, walked slowly along the path covered with golden fallen leaves, her face a mix of maternal glow and a touch of late-pregnancy fatigue.

Her due date was in mid-October, already approaching.

Brian carefully supported her, while his other hand held Aaron, who could already walk steadily and was babbling.

Alice and Lucia also accompanied them.

Lucia's abdomen was also prominently rounded; her due date was in early November.

"This means he's very healthy, just as vibrant as you."

Brian smiled gently, his gaze sweeping over Emily, then looking at Lucia with concern:

"How do you feel? If you're tired, we'll go back and rest."

"I'm fine, Brian."

Lucia smiled softly, giving a rare playful wink:

"I'm the director of the hospital, after all! The director says more walking is good for childbirth."

She looked at Aaron, who was toddling among the fallen leaves, trying to chase a butterfly, her eyes filled with maternal love.

During this time, Brian deliberately reduced the time he spent in the laboratory and the war room.

He completely entrusted the execution of the mass production plan to Spirit Eye, only receiving regular reports on key progress.

He spent more time with his family:

Walking with Emily in the garden, listening to her recount interesting stories from the Dawn Plane;

Reading poetry to Lucia, using gentle magic to help alleviate her physical discomfort;

Holding Aaron to identify the colors and shapes of intelligent robots;

Building a small mechanical toy room for Joey and Kane, and creating a princess playground for Lia and Lina;

Planning the layout of the newborn's room with Alice... He was like the most ordinary husband and father, enjoying this last, precious tranquility and warmth before the war arrived.

Only late at night, after his family was asleep, would he privately review the production reports submitted by Spirit Eye, confirming that everything was proceeding according to plan.