At this time, Karen and King Mengma both bowed forward and bowed their heads in salute.
"Karen, you did a good job!"
"From now on, you will follow the commander of the Anmi Regiment and become a logistics garrison officer in the logistics department!" Looking at Karen in front of him, Ye Huang nodded slightly, and then gave an order casually.
Karen’s usefulness only goes so far!
Being able to give him the position of a defensive officer is already a special consideration for him; you must understand that the position of a defensive officer has much greater rights and military ranks than other squad captains.
Karen listened to the voice of the order without any resistance or displeasure. He knew very well in his heart that if it weren't for Ye Huang, then he might still be acting as a puppet in the shadow world.
Besides.
He has neither combat effectiveness nor commanding ability, so it is actually not bad to be a defensive officer in a stable manner.
"I obey my orders!
"
Karen reached out and knocked on the mass-produced Xingtian armor on his body, then bowed and saluted, retreated, and then galloped away to the logistics department in the distance.
"King Mengma, you will join the Logistics Corps and become a deputy commander.
Your duty is to protect the civilians of Mengmao from foreign enemies."
Ye Huang slowly turned his head and gave an order casually.
The Mengmao King in front of him was still far behind in becoming the commander of a legion. This could be seen from the fact that he chose to go head-to-head with Ares's armor legion.
Such a head-to-head battle can only occur when the two are of equal strength.
It is not uncommon for the weak to defeat the strong; but if you try your best to go head-to-head with an enemy that is simply invincible, this is not bravery, but stupidity.
If the legion is handed over to such a person, it will only be completely destroyed because of his temporary passion.
Giving him the so-called position of deputy commander is already a preferential treatment; as for the civilians of Mengmao, as long as they are provided with a safe, peaceful and resource-rich planet, the so-called Mengmao King will gradually be forgotten by them.
Deposing the Mengma King was not a spur of the moment idea, but the result of his careful consideration. If anyone resisted, he could just tamper with the memory.
One thought can create a loyal subordinate.
Why should he use his extra time to conquer them?
This is Ye Huang's usual way of doing things.
Those who are useful can stay, and those who are useless already have their own place; in front of him, it makes no difference whether you surrender or not.
King Mengma bowed in salute and responded without hesitation. His memory had been tampered with and he would not be moved at all by Ye Huang's order.
Betrayal is even more impossible!
Even if Ye Huang asked him to commit suicide on the spot, he would do it without hesitation.
Is he still the same person after his memory was tampered with?
Ye Huang was too lazy to pay more attention.
No matter what, he has a subordinate who is loyal to him, doesn't he?
"Yes, King!"
He raised his hands to salute and stepped back.
"Look for a few commanders to form five Mengmao legions; find a few obedient ones, and these five legions will temporarily rely on the three of you."
"For armor, equip Xingtian, Feiying, and King Kong!"
"Don't have too many people. It's not about having too many soldiers, it's about being good at them!"
Looking at the retreating figure of the Mengmao King, Ye Huang casually gave the order, as if he had just spoken it casually, as easily as a toy.
The sound was not loud, but it made An Mixiu at the backend feel startled; one day, would Ye Huang "give up" on them easily?
The thoughts of those in power are the most difficult to guess.
I'm afraid that in his eyes, these people are just dispensable pawns. Just like King Peel, if he wants them to live, then they can only live.
If you want them dead, you will use all possible means.
The Ye Huang in front of me is also a superior...
Just as he was thinking wildly, Ye Huang's indifferent voice sounded again, "Don't worry!"
"I don't trust those I employ, but I don't trust those I doubt!"
"You are my subordinates, but also my comrades and brothers..." After reaching out and patting An Mixiu on the shoulder, Ye Huang left calmly.
An Mixiu was left in the same place, his fearful expression reduced, and he returned to his calm demeanor.
His eyes were indifferent, and he could not see any joy, anger, sorrow or joy!
On the other side, in the research department.
As before, the department that should have been orderly became extremely noisy; bursts of cheers were loud and deafening.
The cheers were mixed with inexplicable joy.
the reason is simple.
The Rakshasa armor in front of me has been manufactured and has temporarily passed the data test.
What does this mean?!
It means that they can imprint their own mark on the summoner of the Rakshasa Armor. These things are what they, the researchers, are pursuing together.
How could this not make them ecstatic?
As for a more comprehensive test, they couldn't do it, and Ye Huang didn't allow them to do it.
Don't forget the origin of the armor in front of you.
The most evil power.
If a person is not firm-minded, he will be swallowed up by the Rakshasa armor in front of him in an instant. Even if the source of the Dark Emperor is used to suppress it, the evil power cannot be controlled by just anyone.
"Get out of my way, I want to be the first to leave my mark!"
Looking at the bustling crowd in front of him, the leading researcher captain shouted in a deep voice.
In an instant, all the shouting stopped.
Turn your head slowly.
A pair of dead eyes fell directly on the captain, with a terrifying resentment.
"Captain, this is your fault!"
"How could you possibly rob us?"
"As a captain, shouldn't we give more support to our junior subordinates?"
"..."
"..."
The sharp voices caused the captain's face to change constantly, and the black lines on his forehead became thicker and thicker, "Shut up, a bunch of old men and old thieves with long beards, are they worthy of me to advance the younger generation's affairs?"
Line up and come one by one!
This is your glorious moment!"
Before he finished speaking, special symbols or marks were imprinted on the summoner in front of him, increasing from one to two, and then from two to countless.
From a distance, it looks dense and endless.
The captain was right, this was the glorious moment for researchers like them; they were not warriors, and if they wanted to be remembered by future generations, they could only leave a special mark on certain things.
Just like this summoner.
As long as this Rakshasa armor can be as famous as the Shura armor throughout the galaxy, then it will not be forgotten by future generations for tens of thousands of years, let alone thousands of years.
As the last person dropped the symbol belonging to him, the captain was able to step forward.
He did not choose to imprint the brand that belonged to him, but re-placed the summoner in the data cabin before speaking out.