"KaKaKa~I, I am the chief technical officer of the potato plane!" The young heroic soul was trembling with his energy.

"Haha, Chief Technology Officer." The archangel was too lazy to pay attention to him, and turned to Saint Bert, the head of the Valhalla Temple. "Why didn't that Saint Situ Ming just now give us the Divine Weapon Hall?"

St. Bert sweated a cold sweat, but he politely bowed to the later archangel: "Sir St. Liszt, the Saint Situ Ming was outstanding just now, and he is a good seedling of the next level 9 archangel. Wouldn't it be too wasteful to put it in the Divine Weapon Hall?"

"Haha, I'll just say that you guys from the plane of the natives don't have foresight." St. Lister sneered, "Technology is the primary productive force. If the technology tree of our Kingdom of God cannot develop, what's the use of more level 9 archangels? They're bombing with a super long range annihilation cannon, and they'll be slag."

Wu Hui was watching the show and was sweating coldly. He remembered that Saint Liszt was the ascending Holy Spirit of the Aesop plane. His soul was pure and his faith was pure. He was not a combat talent. In fact, he was the chief technology officer of the Aesop plane during his lifetime and was in charge of many scientific and technological development projects.

Such talent should naturally be thrown away from the Divine Weapon Hall.

In fact, St. Lister has lived up to expectations and used the technological power of the Aesop plane, combined with the unique technology of the Kingdom of God, to develop many useful war equipment.

For example, the "Punisher" assault ship, which has good combat functions, was developed by St. Liszt, and has slightly better combat power and functions than the Punisher in the original Divine Kingdom's technology tree.

With St. Liszt's attack, St. Bert was also a little unhappy. Everyone was at the same level. Why did you yell at me? How dare you say I am an indigenous? Immediately, he said coldly: "How to allocate the rules of the Holy Spirit are all policies set by the Holy Concubine. In your words, the Holy Concubine is also an indigenous, and there is no foresight?"

St. Liszt immediately withered and hurriedly said, "What a great existence the Holy Concubine is. I just said that our Divine Soldier Hall is developing a 'Judge'. There are really insufficient excellent personnel. Forget it, I can't explain it to you, the native. After the great Lord returns, I will ask him to go."

As he said that, Saint Liszt left in shame. When he passed by Wu Hui, he was still listening to his muttering: "Oh, it's all because we don't have a Godly Concubine on the plane. No, no, we must persuade Saint Angel to ascend as soon as possible and take the position of the Godly Concubine. As long as the Saint Angel can be happy to serve His Majesty the Lord of God, my Divine Weapon Hall requires the Holy Spirit and the Holy Spirit and resources."

Wu Hui's face turned black. Liszt was really bold and even had to deal with my harem. However, this old guy said that individual strength is indeed very important, but he cannot pull down war equipment.

Now he has several god generals, but not even a single battleship. If the main battleship of the "Judge" can be developed and produced, it will indeed greatly improve the combat effectiveness of the Light Legion.

The main battleships of the civilization outside are of varying quality, and they cannot exert the greatest combat power of the Guangming lineage.

Forget it, for the sake of the diligent research and development of the old boy Liszt, he was too lazy to pay attention to him and encouraged Saint Angel to ascend.

Suddenly, Liszt began to mutter again: "By the way, there is a way. Before I ascended, I trained so many disciples. I turned around and sent them to commit suicide collectively and ascended to heaven to help my master develop."

Wu Hui staggered and almost fell to death. Liszt, you, can you do anything? You really don't bother to pay attention to him, so you hurriedly left.

Leaving from the Temple of Heroes, Wu Hui quickly returned to the temple. When he arrived at the Temple, he removed his disguise, his figure and face were twisted and changed, and he returned to the appearance of a handsome young man.

At the same time, a depressing and vast divine power spread out unscrupulously, causing violent shocks in the temple.

“Supply my Lord’s return.”

The guards in the temple and the maids knelt down devoutly.
Chapter completed!