The Immortal City was temporarily quiet. After ROOT and Maya Hansen left together, Salomon walked through the cleared clearings and the ruins temporarily piled up in the dark and entered the brightly lit office building. The matter here has been temporarily arranged, but the problems of the recruited Sora Red Lindruid Order still need to be studied.

They learned all the druid teaching materials they had found from Balsazze before. But in any case, the Sora Red Lindruid Order did not show the nature gift spells and abilities that the druid deserved.

Although this disappointed Salomon, it was expected.

The magic of the main material plane is almost exhausted, and all the magic power belongs to the external dimension demon god. In addition, the Earth God Gaia does not need it at all, does not care about serving, and will not give power. Only spellcasters like Merlin who have a good relationship with Avalon can be recognized.

[In fact, there is also a kinship between Ao Shutu and Gaia, so the most powerful force in the world is nepotism]

No wonder the ancestors of the Sora Red Lindruid Cult gave up their original magic and instead learned a series of magic such as Kabala Miche, the secret technique of numbers and Solomon seal technique. Barsazer, as a disciple of the greatest druid in the world, did not show too many druid spells.

Apart from Merlin, few people in this world can become druids now.

Salomon pushed away a curious sheep and several unrepentant turkeys that came over, and even a big golden retriever who had found it from somewhere.

Since the Sora Red Lindruid Clan did not achieve the expected results, it is time for them to transform. Salomon will only provide them with a series of mystics such as astrology, Kabbalah, Tarot cards, and numerology, but at the same time he will limit their speed of obtaining knowledge. The reason why he thought of this problem was that if this continues, the Immortal City will be flooded with animal feces! He is not that idle, and can open the portal every day for the druids to shovel their poop!

Plants can be left as landscapes, and dogs can be given to Maya Hansen as pets. The best removal of sheep is hot pot, and turkeys are best fed into the oven after being filled with butter marinade.

These work can be handed over to the artificial human legion who is gradually being produced. Salomon looked at the rows of glass cultivation tanks in front of him, and his carefully designed perfect bodies were slowly forming. The runes engraved on the cultivation tank emitted a dark blue light. Even without turning on the light, Salomon could use these lights to examine all the process of forming the muscles and skin, and fine-tune them on certain key parts. These artificial humans did not have the connection between his maid and him, and all their intelligence was formed acquired. All Salomon could do was control their body formation.

One quarter of the ether particles still possess the characteristics of the Sage Stone, which is enough to create a group of his close guards. In the near future, he will bring his maids to train these artificial people, and the purchase of the Hammer Group's weapons production line will also be accelerated.

But he couldn't solve the latter by himself, so he planned to find a helper after today's course.

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"Are you sure you don't need to sleep for a while?" Stark looked at Salomon, who was full of tired faces and handed him half a cup of whiskey with ice. He was wearing a tight black vest, with black oil sticking to his fingers, and it looked like he had just repaired something and swam out of the ocean with engine oil and metal smell. "The Ghost Elf" was played on the TV screen not far from the sofa, and Casper was jumping around as if no one was there.

If you look out, you can see the black sky and lights of the city in the distance, and the faint figure of the ghostly elf is turning around the window.

"It's okay, I just learned too much magic." Salomon blinked, opening his eyes before his upper and lower eyelids stuck together. There were so many scrolls he reviewed, but it was essential. Whether it was his tired eyes or his ink-filled fingers, he was paying for his magic, and there was nothing to complain about.

Stark sat heavily on the sofa, and the extremely elastic cushion bounced him up several times.

"You must at least learn to taste whiskey before you go to college. As far as I know, you are an orphan, and generally this course is taught by my father. I reluctantly do you a favor." Stark said staggeringly with some smugness, "What's the matter with me this time?"

"Designing weapons production lines and borrowing Jarvis to develop power armor." Salomon focused his eyes in front of him. He tilted his cup carefully and poured the liquid containing the flame into his mouth. Not surprisingly, he coughed again by choking, and he felt that his throat was lost.

Stark immediately cast a puzzled look after hearing Salomon's request. He was about to open his mouth to express his true thoughts, but he was stopped by the constantly wiggling palm that Salomon stretched out. Even though he was still coughing, Salomon wanted to finish it first.

If there is any company in this world that has the technical reserves of high-tech weapons that Salomon can obtain, then it must be the Stark Group. Salomon's goal of seeking help is very clear, and he just wants Stark to help.

"All weapons and equipment must be equipped in my legion. You don't have to worry about me being an arms dealer." After finally calming down the spasm, Salomon took a deep breath and shared his plans openly with Stark. He knew that Stark did not like to be concealed, and he had no intention of concealing it. To complete this plan, the joining of this technology genius is essential. Moreover, even if S.H.I.E.D. knows that Salomon has an artificial human legion, can Nick Fury still control his war with Hell?

Salomon told in detail about his plan, including the artificial human guards and human body-modified warriors who will participate in the battle, as well as weapons and equipment such as large-caliber bolt guns and power armor. The more Stark listened, the more incredible it became. "I don't know that you have such ideas and abilities. Can magic even be genetically modified?" Stark curled his lips, and Salomon had no intention of correcting his wrong perception. Maya Hansen is still alive, and this is not the news that everyone wants to hear.

"I've heard of the Devil's Son. I'm a consultant to SHIELD. I have the authority to understand certain things, but I didn't expect you to have such a big dispute with Hell. Are you sure you don't want your teacher to lend a helping hand?"

"This is a private matter. Stark. The Venerable has a mission of the Venerable. I have not spoiled it to let the Venerable wipe his butt in everything." The Secret Master put the cup aside, and he stretched out a finger and turned the cup away to avoid being seen by the embarrassing wine stains. Then, he said seriously, "What's more, the original intention of my establishment of this army was to make up for the problem of too few secret mages, and to enhance the power of Kamataj in the main material plane. The battle with a hell demon king is the best experiment. If it works, I will strengthen this plan... I will use some Asgard technology and gold as a reward. If you agree, I will also pay the copyright fee so that the company will drive a tank to collect money."

"I have some production lines that are not sold here, which are production lines assembled for the steel armor weapon system. However, if you want to make small batches of experimental items, there is no problem." Stark moved his butt on the sofa and touched the cup in his hand on the cup of Salomon.

"You need to find a way to solve other production lines yourself, and I believe you have this ability."

"Trade?" Salomon asked.
Chapter completed!