Super Godly Talent! A million airborne fighters!

Fang Ze didn't have the heart to attend any alliance convention.

Nowadays, the planet lords of each sector had not yet stepped into the interstellar era, and could not even leave their own planets, let alone travel to other civilizations' planets.

With this, what kind of joint development was being discussed?

This conference was nothing more than some planet lords who were lucky enough to get a superior civilization bragging and pretending to be there.

If they really want to make alliances and develop together.

That would also be something to do after being able to leave the initial planet.

...

Farewell to Lanya.

Fang Ze's spiritual consciousness left the initial black hole space.

After returning to the mineral base, he decisively instructed Orsha to count the Medat 7 alloy in the mine and transport it back to the administrative main city.

The Mordats within the mine were also sent away in batches.

Their bodies had become extremely weak due to the long hours of mining without day and night, and they needed to recuperate.

And at the same time.

Fang Ze's orders also reached the administrative main city.

Countless Mordaeans who were cheering responded to his call.

They poured into the mines and continued to mine the veins.

After the mined ore was sent into the smelting furnace, it was instantly turned into a standard unit of Medhat 7 alloy, which was also Fang Ze's Lordship talent at work.

As the time passed.

A steady stream of Medat 7 alloy was transported back to the administrative main city.

Fang Ze's bottom line also grew stronger.

...

Three galaxies later.

Olsha appeared in front of Fang Ze and respectfully said, "Lord Lord, according to statistics, nearly fifty million tons of Medat 7 metal has been stored inside the warehouse, plus three hundred thousand standard units of energy blocks."

Fang Ze asked, "Has the empty space that can build the production line been cleared out?"

Olsha said, "As you instructed, we cleared out a plot of land of about eighty thousand acres near the warehouse, enough to build at least five production lines."

"I see!"

Fang Ze got up and said, "Come with me to the warehouse."

Not long after, Fang Ze's Lord One landed at the entrance of the warehouse.

Old Faulkner trotted over and said anxiously, "Honorable Lord, I heard that you want to build an air fighter production line. If it was in the heyday of our Morda civilization, there would be no problem at all. But now, we lack the talent for this, and we don't even have the relevant technical drawings ..."

After old Faulkner finished his rambling.

Only then did Fang Ze said, "Faulkner, you don't need to worry about this, just stand aside and watch."

"But ..."

"No buts!"

Fang Ze's face straightened, and old Faulkner dared not say anything more at once.

Fang Ze then led the group to the open space next to the warehouse.

He communicated the civilizational seal of the planet lord and activated the [Air Fighter Production Line].

Immediately, a huge virtual image appeared in the clearing.

"Build!"

Fang Ze muttered silently.

The virtual image in the open space quickly became solid.

In almost an instant, the construction of the production line of airborne warplanes was completed, lying across the clearing like a behemoth, shocking everyone present.

"Oh my god!"

"How is this possible?!"

Everyone was stunned as they looked at the production line of airborne fighters that had appeared 'out of thin air'.

Old Faulkner, Orsha, and the elite Morda warriors escorting Fonze, all stared in disbelief.

The Morda did not believe in gods.

But this, again, was not something that technology could do?

Fang Ze said to the crowd, "Don't ask why, all you need to know is that I am the lord of your planet, the leader of the Morda civilization."

"Lord Lord ..."

Old Faulkner, Orsha and the others didn't dare to say more.

Instead, they all looked at Fang Ze with excited and adoring faces.

In Fang Ze's body, they saw the hope of the Morda civilization restarting its former glory.

No!

Under the leadership of the Lord of Lords, the Morda civilization would flourish even more.

Beyond history!

At that moment, a warehouse keeper came to report in a panic: "Lord Lord, something strange has happened! For some reason, millions of tons of Medhat 7 alloy stored in the warehouse have disappeared out of thin air ..."

Turning his eyes, he saw the production line of airborne fighters on the side.

The warehouse keeper's voice came to an abrupt halt.

A moment ago, was that an empty field over there?

Olsha and the others looked at Fonze.

Those Medat 7 alloys that had disappeared out of thin air had apparently been turned into a production line of airborne fighters by some god-like means by the Lord of Lords.

The more they worshipped Fang Ze in their hearts, the more they worshipped him.

Almost mythical, seeing him as a god from a higher civilization.

...

After building the line of airborne fighters.

Fang Ze also built the production line of cluster laser turrets in the open space, as well as the production line of small military satellites.

Once again, nearly 10 million tons of Medat 7 alloy was consumed.

Of course, following common sense.

To build a complete production line, surely not only alloy resources are used, but also other materials in much larger quantities and types, such as rubber, crystals, and so on.

But for Fonze.

Just having the alloy or other raw materials would be enough.

Even if it was a single type of material, it didn't matter.

The reason was simple, the other materials that were missing from the construction line, the Lords civilization seal could use the existing materials to make a direct exchange of equal quality.

If you don't have the materials, just exchange them.

This was one of the advantages that they, the Lords of Planet Earth, shared in comparison to the native civilizations of the Tianhe Galaxy.

As for personal lordly talents, they were unique.

There were strong and weak Lords' talents.

Fang Ze's Lordship Talent was considered to be at the Super God level.

Fang Ze said to Orsha beside him, "Order the alloys in the warehouse to be sent into the production line to produce the maximum number of airborne fighters, cluster laser turrets, and small military satellites."

"The satellites don't need to be too many, just be able to guarantee coverage of the entire Morda planet."

"The rest will be used to produce airborne fighters and cluster laser turrets through and through."

Fang Ze looked at the crowd.

"Although we don't have any starfighters right now, as long as we have enough airborne warplanes and cluster laser turrets, we can defeat the Black Lizard Star Pirates' transport fleet!"

The Cluster Laser Turret could guard the Morda Star and destroy enemy craft that attempted to land on the planet.

And airborne warplanes, once used as unmanned shipboard fighters for the starfighters of the Morda civilization, could fight in outer space.

But with a million airborne fighters, the Lizardmen's transport fleet must be no match.

This is, of course, the planet's defensive combat.

The distances were short, so the advantages of airborne fighters could be brought into play.

If it was an expedition to another planet, airborne fighters wouldn't work.

After all, airborne fighters were only fighters and did not have enough range.

For interstellar expeditions, they would also have to rely on starfighters.

A flying machine like an airborne fighter could only be used as a shipboard aircraft, equipped in small numbers inside a battleship. Most of them could only serve as harassment and auxiliary attacks in interstellar warfare.

"As ordered, Lord Lord!"

Olsha excitedly saluted Fang Ze.

Soon, as a large amount of Medat 7 alloy was put into the three production lines.

Air and space fighters, cluster laser turrets, and small military satellites were produced in a steady stream.

Under the influence of Lord Fonze's talent.

All production was not time consuming, raw materials were just put into the production line, and brand new finished products appeared in the outgoing warehouse.

A twenty meter long airborne fighter.

Cluster laser turrets that were tens of meters tall and flashed with strange electric light ...

were all skyrocketing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

...

A few galactic days later.

With the combined efforts of countless Mordaeans.

A large number of small military satellites began to lift off, monitoring an area covering the globe, and even nearby stars.

Untold numbers of cluster laser turrets were dropped all over the planet and installed for calibration.

Densely packed air and space fighters were also pulled into takeoff depots, ready to fly into outer space.

War was on the horizon!

It was only waiting for the arrival of the Black Lizard Interstellar Pirates' transport fleet!

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