"Overall estimation, that’s over 27 million metal energy." Li Ming calculated, as the current Controlled Objects often amount to several millions.
These metal energies could have caused ripples in his heart, but now he was truly in dire straits; these metal energies could grant him a great relief.
"The cost of Refining Illusion into Reality is really not low," Li Ming clicked his tongue, the premium on Boiling Blood Alloy was very severe.
This three thousand pieces of Boiling Blood Alloy, on the Black Hole Network, would probably not go below four billion Star Coins, and could even be higher.
But this is only a primary sacrificial material; many other materials are still needed.
A single sacrifice, plus personnel mobilization and other hidden costs, the overall expenditure would not be less than fifty billion Star Coins.
Wealthy and imposing, Li Ming was secretly astonished; Torch truly lives up to its reputation as an organization that has been in operation for hundreds of years.
Time is the essence indeed, at the founding of Torch, just randomly cultivating some artists in certain civilizations, collecting their paintings and storing them, those could now sell for a good sum.
This is also the advantage of establishing a power; the Interstellar Universe is truly vast, everything requires personal attention, consuming a lot of energy.
He had long had the idea of setting up a base, and with a unique advantage, the [Material Reorganization Machine] combined with the job ability of the [Great Mechanic], could create Mechanical Soldiers that would never betray.
He was prepared, once the matters of the relics here were concluded, to put it on the agenda.
Gathering his scattered thoughts, Li Ming contemplated how to absorb this Boiling Blood Alloy.
Absorbing it now would definitely be inappropriate, these Boiling Blood Alloys had been checked once when they were stored.
But there might be a second check when they are drawn out.
This time he planned not only to absorb a part but to replace it entirely, creating a model of similar alloy.
"Only after the second check when it is drawn out, can I make a move," Li Ming frowned, but these alloys were no small number, he measured carefully, each was about 2.5 cubic decimeters.
If he organized his Folded Space a bit, it could fit about two-thirds, but there would still be over a thousand pieces that wouldn’t fit.
"One third is also close to ten million, try to get as many as possible." He mused:
"They are already almost ready, and will depart in a few days. My timing difference is just from after the storage check is completed, then during their departure this short distance, the time is too short, transferring into Folded Space might not even be completed."
After contemplating for a moment, Li Ming’s thoughts became clearer.
A moment later, his figure disappeared, blending back into the shadow of the middle-aged man by his side.
Half an hour later, Li Ming returned to the lab, Benny was quite surprised, "Lord Azure Dragon, why are you back again?"
"What, you don’t welcome me?" Li Ming smiled.
"Not at all, just a bit surprised," Benny shook his head.
After exchanging pleasantries, Li Ming’s gaze swept over Des’s workstation, which was empty; he did not inquire Benny, but instead found Jesaya.
The two whispered for a while, Li Ming as if enlightened: "He called Luo’er away, then sent him back, and then hurried back himself."
"Um." Jesaya nodded, "My microexpression analysis system’s inference is that he seems to be restraining some emotions, this guy also doesn’t know what he’s doing."
Li Ming scanned Jesaya’s mechanical pupils, thanked him, and then left there.
"He’s gone again?" Benny glanced, shook his head, not caring, just deeply engrossed in researching the Sublimator, his eyes hiding an immense longing.
"Des should have already gotten the news about Sper from Luo’er."
Li Ming had planned this trap for several days, specifically choosing Luo’er for this purpose.
The information he knew, was all fed by Li Ming, with the intention to let Des casually learn this news from his mouth.
Based on his estimate, Des should now be preparing to secretly contact Asimara.
Returning to his room, Li Ming immediately had Thunder hasten to Des’s room.
Thunder’s metallic arm knocked on Des’s door, ignoring the Do Not Disturb sign hanging outside.
The knocking almost didn’t stop, after two to three minutes, under Thunder’s persistent will, Des finally opened the door with a dark face.
"It’s... you again!" Des almost gnashed his teeth, feeling utterly helpless while suppressing his rage.
Faced with Azure Dragon, or even his Mechanical Body, he truly had no way out.
"Master asks you..." Thunder spoke woodenly.
Des looked at Thunder’s wooden demeanor, anger surged from within, really wanted to smash this artificial idiot to death.
Last time it was this dumbfounded look that deceived him, causing him terror for a good while.
So, without waiting for Thunder to finish, Des sternly interrupted:
"No matter what your master wants me for, tell him I don’t have time, I need to rest now, I’m only a Grade B Life Form, not yet at the level where I can completely do without sleep!"
Interrupted Thunder frowned slightly, seemingly quite annoyed.
"Okay, I understand," Thunder replied woodenly again and turned to leave.
"This Mechanical Body actually frowned, intelligent Life Form?" Des’s face darkened, "Or is it a highly anthropomorphic emotional module?"
After closing the door, Des returned to his chair, it took a while to calm down, feeling extremely frustrated, "Why does this Mechanical Body always come knocking whenever I’m about to contact Asimara, really..."
Thinking, he suddenly froze, his expression trembled, the hand operating the smart terminal also stiffened, a chilling sense pierced through his body, an unthinkable idea suddenly surfaced in his mind.