Chapter 543: Chapter 527: 3 Billion Magic Stones

The massive black hull of the Ten Thousand Miles of Sunshine slowly sailed into the Seventh Cross-Realm Transfer Port.

Twelve sets of Super AT Force Fields lit up with faint blue light in sequence, securely anchoring this one-thousand-five-hundred-meter-long warship above its exclusive berth.

The berth administrator stood in the guidance tower. Looking up at this one-thousand-five-hundred-meter-long steel Giant Beast, his pupils slightly contracted.

The surface of the hull was covered with battle damage of all sizes. On the high-strength Magic Armor, depressions melted by extremely high temperatures could be seen everywhere.

What shocked him the most was the giant main cannon located at the ship’s bow.

The barrel was in a molten state, and the surrounding Rune Matrices were extensively destroyed, exposing the precise components and Magic Circuits inside.

"My goodness... which Plane did this go to fight an apocalyptic war in..."

The administrator swallowed hard and quickly entered the port entry information on the light screen, feeling that if he looked at the warship for one more second, his Sea of Spirit would be frozen by its lingering murderous aura.

Inside the bridge’s command room, Allen was not in a hurry to disembark.

"Report the results of the loot inventory."

[Inventory and grading have been completed.]

[Total Demon corpses: 1,147,621.]

[Among them, the number of Low-tier Demons (Gargoyles, Hellhounds, Inferior Demons, etc.) is over 1,143,000. Their individual value is low, but they can be sold on a large scale as basic magical materials.]

[The number of Middle-tier Demons (Demon Guards, Frenzied Demons, etc.) is 4,312. Their horns, bones, hearts, and blood all meet the Association’s high-tier Alchemy and pharmacology standards, serving as high-value Alchemy and Magic Potion Ingredients.]

[The number of High-tier Demons (Flame Demons, Fear Demon Kings, equivalent to Second-level Wizards) is 127. They are relatively well-preserved and can all be auctioned individually as rare treasures.]

[In addition, 420,000 Evil Energy Crystals, 8,000 tons of Demon Weapon Fragments, and 60,000 tons of incompletely corrupted Extraordinary Metal Ore were recovered.]

Dense data flowed like a waterfall across the light screen; this was the final balance of a Plane war.

[Preliminary valuation: Based on the current market conditions of the Seventh Cross-Realm Transfer Port and the Association’s core trading market, the total value of this batch of goods is between 2.5 billion and 3.5 billion Low-Level Magic Stones. The specific profit will depend on your sales strategy.]

"Retail is too slow," Allen said, leaning back in his chair and gently tapping the armrest. "I don’t have time to haggle with those chambers of commerce over a price difference of a few tens of thousands of Magic Stones. Cybertron’s production lines are still waiting for raw materials.

"Divide all supplies into one hundred standard shares. Mix the Middle-tier and High-tier Demon corpses, Low-tier cannon fodder, crystals, and materials proportionally.

"Spread the word that they will be sold as bundles to the highest bidders. No unbundling, cash only."

[Command confirmed. Connecting to the Association’s Extraordinary Materials trading market.]

Half a day later.

The entire biological materials trading market of the Seventh Cross-Realm Transfer Port experienced its biggest shock in recent years.

The dumping of over one million Demon corpses was like a heavy bomb, instantly stunning the purchasing directors of all the major chambers of commerce.

"This is crazy! Which organization went fishing in a Purgatory Plane! The signature... is an individual? Allen Wesren?!"

"Over a million corpses! And more than a hundred High-tier Demons? I heard he completely annihilated a legion in a Purgatory Plane!"

"Allen Wesren... that newly advanced Morning Star of the Association? He won a Plane war all by himself and even packed up the entire enemy side and brought them back? What kind of monster is he!"

Countless mental messages frantically intertwined within the trading network. Major chambers of commerce, Alchemy Guilds, and even some veteran Morning Star Wizards who had been in seclusion all year round were alarmed.

The true value of this batch of materials was far more than three billion. For Wizards researching Demonology or Soul Science, or those needing massive amounts of flesh and blood for biological alchemy, this was simply a gluttonous feast falling from the sky.

Those 127 High-tier Demon corpses, in particular, drove several Wizard Organizations specializing in Necromancy and bloodline transplantation into a frenzy.

Allen did not show his face; all transactions were completed through the official brokers of the transfer port.

The one hundred shares were snapped up within three days, even triggering a small-scale bidding frenzy. The final total transaction amount: three billion Low-Level Magic Stones.

When this massive sum of money was transferred into Allen’s personal account, his emotions remained completely unfluctuating. It seemed like a lot of money, but once thrown into the belly of that gold-swallowing beast known as Cybertron, half of it would vanish.

"Connect to Cybertron," Allen ordered. "Activate the ’Full-Speed Repair and Production’ mode. Restore combat capabilities in the shortest time possible."

Within the Half-Plane, deep inside the ninety-three-square-kilometer giant steel city, one hundred heavy industrial production lines simultaneously erupted with deafening roars.

Tens of thousands of Factory Servants were activated, rushing to their respective posts along intricate tracks.

Massive amounts of Magic Power were drawn into the furnaces, driving this enormous war machine into operation once again.

On the light screen, Jarvis listed a detailed repair manifest.

[PX-4 ’Xiong Da’: The mechanical skeleton is severely bent. Two of the three Dawn Star Level engines are overloaded and scrapped. The Radiant Black Steel Armor has suffered extensive structural fractures. Repair and reconstruction cost: 320 million Magic Stones.]

[Divine Statue of Thanatos: The Soul Concealing Cloak needs to be reforged. The outer sealing Runes of the Soul Furnace show multiple traces of Law Erosion. Repair cost: 30 million Magic Stones.]

[Gabriel and Cyclops: All eight damaged units must be returned to the factory for major overhauls.]

[Conventional Legions: Forty standard Golem Legions (including twenty newly formed legions built by exploiting the resources of native Wizards in the Y-417 Plane), with an average battle damage rate of 61.3%. All destroyed units will be rebuilt according to original specifications. Estimated time: six weeks.]

[Ten Thousand Miles of Sunshine: The barrel of the bow’s main cannon requires full replacement. Most Rune Matrices are completely scrapped and need to be re-engraved.]

[Total repair and replenishment budget: 1.4 billion Low-Level Magic Stones.]

1.4 billion Magic Stones instantly evaporated from the account.

This was the most terrifying aspect of an Alchemy Wizard.

As long as resources were not exhausted, and as long as Cybertron was not destroyed, even if the legions were beaten down to a single spare part, he could make an even larger steel army stand up again in an extremely short amount of time.

The "unkillable" entity was never a specific Golem, but rather this industrial production capacity that transcended individual might.

The remaining 1.6 billion Magic Stones were entirely deposited into Allen’s personal stash, plumping up his wallet that had been on the verge of bankruptcy before the war.

"Fighting wars is really expensive," Allen muttered softly, watching the running progress bars on the light screen. "But it’s also truly profitable. As expected, war is the most efficient means of asset appreciation." The prerequisite, of course, was that one had to keep winning.

He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bridge, looking down at the bustling cross-realm transfer port below.

The mission to the Y-417 Plane had cost a massive amount, but the returns were equally astonishing. Not only did he secure the position of Deputy Minister and figure out the practical combat data of the "Zero" main cannon, but he also made a net profit of 1.6 billion.

"Jarvis, after the main cannon is repaired, how long will it take to recharge?"

[If predatory extraction is not utilized, and it relies solely on the conventional Earth Vein Magic Furnace and Magic Stone conversion, it is estimated to take twenty years to reach 100% full power status.]

"Sigh, I’ll just have to save up slowly."

Allen sighed, turning his gaze toward a certain quarantine zone deep within the Half-Plane.

There, Thanatos’s Soul Furnace was burning quietly.

And that insufferably arrogant Purgatory Monarch Sargeras was inside, waiting for his "refined processing."

"Now, it’s time to check on our spoils of war."

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