Salomon walked forward along several tracks several meters wide on red sand and gradually approached the iron-gray fortress standing on the red soil desert. This fortress built on the mountain is different from other small mobile fortresses later formed through modular formation. It is a castle made of steel frame prefabricated and concrete cast by Marbus. It has several huge steel airtight gates dozens of meters high and countless small gates, used to connect with other small mobile fortresses with different functions, forming the main department of the Mars Foundry. Automatic anti-aircraft artillery turrets and plasma turrets are set up outside the fortress to defend against enemies from the sky.

So far, no force can threaten this. The only killing record of the automatic artillery comes from an innocent Mars rover in the distance. The debris of the rover is still stuck in the small pit of the machine cannon shells, and the charred American flag can barely be identified. Salomon doesn't care about the discovery of the foundry on Earth, and they have no ability to stop this.

The Fifth Demon Pillar is the main person in charge of this project, but no one on Mars knows the true identity of Marbus. The only thing that can reveal some information is the golden lion sculpture outside the iron-gray concrete fortress. The steel gate slowly opened, and the gold-plated steel eagle logo on the door separated from the middle, and pale light poured out from the wide gap of a man. Marbus was wearing a crimson robe and stood behind the door to greet his master, the Demon Pillar, who had the ability to transform into a human form.

The same is true for power, Phoenix. The human form of Marbus is a middle-aged man carrying a large amount of mechanical equipment, which is quite in line with his preferences. The demons and devils in the lower plane do not need machinery at all, they only need armor and swords. Before Salomon recruited Marbus, he was only responsible for casting armor and swords, so Mars, who can use his mechanical talents at will, was even more satisfied with him. This was also the promise he made when he arrived at the lower plane for recruitment.

"Happy Halloween, my friend."

After entering the steel gate, Salomon smiled and handed the exquisite gift to Marbus. Behind the gate were huge rails crisscrossing across the fortress. The darkness of the fortress was filled with a large number of electroslag remelting furnaces equipped with vacuum units. These furnaces of more than 1,000 tons and a series of metallurgical equipment have not yet started. The electrical control equipment on the rails was also quietly at the starting point. These equipment were spotless, and the dust from Mars was blocked from the static barrier. The vast casting square was filled with silence, and only the air exchange equipment was running at the lowest power, conveying oxygen with the smell of chemical agents, mixed with the air full of engine oil smell.

There are many such standard casting plazas, and more casting fortresses will be built in the future to form a highly industrialized factory area covering the earth. When the automated mines are ready, these casting plazas will run with unimaginable efficiency, refined steel will shape them into shape, and war machinery will be manufactured according to the production process designed by Marbus. More importantly, the track foundry that will be built soon, which will be the place to manufacture and maintain giant space warships.

In addition, the construction of agricultural factories and genetic laboratory has also been put on the agenda. You only need to wait for the arrival of the small mobile fortresses in the future, and after sending personnel and equipment, you can start construction. On this planet, only efficiency, no matter what gender, race, or sexual orientation, only work and study will run through the life of every Martian resident. In addition, with complex life-extending surgery and mechanical transformation, any identity tag will be exhausted, and all idiots on the earth have no room for survival here.

"My Lord." Marbus lowered his head and signaled. He took the gift but did not turn it on, but activated the odor analyzer installed on his face. In the shadow cast by the crane, the small green light flashed continuously, looking very strange. "I guess this gift is a data storage device. What new technology have you brought to me?"

"It's just...it's just a pumpkin cake, my friend, no one can smell the scent of silicon."

"I know, this is my sense of humor." Marbus blinked. He followed Salomon's footsteps and walked deeper into the foundry. The further he walked, the fewer lights were turned on on the steel dome, and darkness gradually enveloped them.

"I just hope your sense of humor won't touch the red line, Marbus," Salomon said. "It's the early stage of construction, and I don't want you to use artificial intelligence to do this. I hope Ultron will stay in your hands, otherwise one day Mars will raise the flag of rebellion."

"For three generations of entities like us, electronic demons cannot affect the artificial intelligence in my hands." Marbus said softly, "I will perform an exorcist ritual on artificial intelligence to ensure the purity of the equipment."

"No, my friend." Salomon showed him his tail ring, a warning hidden in the subtext. "I don't deny the power of artificial intelligence, but it's also because of this power that makes us quite passive because we can't judge the position of electronic life. We have to find alternatives, but we can look at artificial intelligence from a dialectical perspective."

"When destruction cannot be stopped, artificial intelligence will be the strongest way to recover the situation." Marbus agreed.

"Yes, but only the Martian high-level officials know. It cannot be produced on a large scale, researched, and all artificial intelligence cannot be activated at any time unless I have direct orders. This method will be refrigerated forever." The Secret Mage nodded, "We will sign a contract with all terms. Only those who sign the contract can become Martian high-level officials. This contract will be the ultimate means for the future empire to face the extinction of civilization-"

"——One, I believe you have other plans," said Marbus calmly. "Your wisdom will prompt you to prepare well. I believe that those genetically modified warriors are just a small part of them, and artificial intelligence is by no means the last option."

"Forgive me for not telling you about them, this is not distrust," Salomon said. "The power of secrets lies in their secrets themselves. The strict confidentiality process ensures that neither technology nor magic can spy on this information. The more secret it is, the higher the value of the information. The enemy will find those secrets at all costs and use it as a fulcrum to destroy our cause. The fewer people know it, the less likely it is to leak secrets. Only in this way can we win the final victory."

"Your ideal is our long-cherished wish, my Lord. This was the past, this is the present, and this is the future." Marbus said, "But I am forgiving that not everyone can understand your ideal. Selfishness is always buried in the souls of living things. Their fragile thoughts require an acceptable idea to allow them to escape from the narrow vision and the cage of past life and to turn their sight to the universe like you. Can you allow me to transform the minds of the first generation of foundry workers so that those mortals can remain loyal. I think only such people are what you need."
Chapter completed!