Chapter 603: Damn It, Did They Discuss This Beforehand?

The industrial area of the Flying City Eureka was brightly lit.

Whether it was day or night, the lights and sounds here had never ceased.

The Golems in the industrial area frantically shuttled back and forth between various workshops and warehouses, busy inside and out.

And the witches in the industrial area were busy carrying out repairs on broken Golems or performing regular maintenance on Golems that hadn't broken yet.

One million.

A daily production of one million various basic potions.

This was the limit of what the industrial area produced every day now.

Of course, this was the limit of the witches, not the limit of the industrial area.

However, this limit was slightly different from the limit known to the public.

What a joke.

We've evolved and we still have to act as wage slaves? Then wouldn't our evolution be in vain?

Besides, even the witches responsible for the industrial area had their own research topics.

So apart from those fixed times for going to work, they had to do their own things at other times.

At worst, they would burrow into soft blankets to slack off and play card games.

And this was still the result after working in three shifts.

Otherwise, judging from the witches' temperaments, it wasn't impossible for them to not produce at all.

No...

To tell the truth, if Clan Leader Lan Qingyou hadn't said, 'Anyway, the industrial area has already been established, since it's like this, we might as well utilize it to earn more research funds for ourselves', these witches would have been too lazy to even move a bit.

As for matters below like people claiming hegemony and fighting until people's brains turned into dog brains, it wasn't something they would bother with.

But it was also thanks to this industrial area that they could fiercely add quite a bit to their own research funds.

After all, anyone who saw those funds of the Magic Array Research Association would be slightly envious.

Of course.

Apart from these working and living in the industrial area, other witches also brewed potions in their own Shelters every day.

The diligent ones would brew two batches a day, and the lazier ones would only brew one batch a day.

Although the shipping volume was small, it won in being stable.

So those small peddlers they dealt with all gave the highest unit price.

This unit price even exceeded the unit price of the products produced by the industrial area.

Quality was of course one aspect, but more so, the merchants, or the forces behind them, all wanted to stabilize these witches.

And the source of all this came from the melee on the continent below.

It had now been nearly a month since the end of the mana turbulence when the Warring States period initially arrived.

The reason why it was called a melee was because after these few weeks of battle, the various forces that originally fought independently had now banded together to establish several joint-style military organizations.

And the reason why such a situation appeared was entirely because a powerful and numerous force suddenly appeared in the northern part of the continent.

This forced the other forces to have no choice but to temporarily put aside prejudices and interests and band together to deal with this force.

And this force was none other than the Demon Hunters commanded by Li Mei.

Although the Demon Hunters initially only numbered one hundred million, with Elisa's subsequent support, they went from one hundred million to two hundred million in an extremely short time, and then to four hundred million and eight hundred million.

This speed like 'proliferation' naturally aroused the dread of other organizations.

That was why they were said to be forced.

After all, several hundred million Demon Hunters meant several hundred million quasi-Evolvers.

And their emergence not only made the people fighting all over the continent instantly cease fighting and band together for warmth, it also frightened the Devilmen of the Gravel Syndicate operating in the dark into holding several meetings in a row.

There was no helping it, to them, what they hated most was this kind of variable.

Good heavens!

After pulling out so many quasi-Evolvers, apart from those instigating witches, who else could face it calmly.

Yes, after realizing something was wrong, they conducted a series of open and secret investigations on the Demon Hunter organization, which they were also very clear about, and finally locked onto the White Witches' side.

Originally, when they held a meeting before, everyone had agreed to drag the White Witches down into the mud.

As a result, who knew the other party would actually produce such a huge trick to open their eyes.

Now it was great, the original plan was useless, and a new plan hadn't come out yet, so they could only watch helplessly.

Does this situation feel a bit familiar?

That's right, it was exactly the same as last time when the Black Witches 'opened' a day of massive changes.

It was another cycle of having their rhythm disrupted by witches; the key was that the Devilmen still couldn't vent this aggrieved feeling of suffering a loss.

Although not to the extent of being suffocated, it wasn't much better off.

"So, what do we do this time?"

"I told you, don't f*cking ask me, how would I know?"

"Don't be so irritable, calm down a bit."

"Is this the time to be calm? These witches, Black Witches, White Witches, they all deserve to die! Damn it, did they discuss this beforehand? Just to disrupt our layout time and time again?"

"That's why I said calm down a bit. How could this kind of thing happen."

It was still that familiar square.

It was still those familiar curses and complaints.

It was just that last time was carried out at night, and this meeting was carried out during the day.

Well, actually talking about the time seemed to be of no avail.

"Where is the host? Who is the host this time? Come out quickly and summarize everyone's intelligence and opinions. F*ck, right now I even want to rush out and kill a few witches to vent the anger in my heart."

"Rush out? Just you? Are you delivering food to the witches or delivering food to the poison spores?"

"Stop talking these sarcastic remarks now, quickly come up with an idea, otherwise eating that thing won't even catch it hot."

One couldn't blame these demons for being anxious either.

After all, among the topics discussed previously was this proposal about occupying territory and developing themselves.

Although a fierce debate broke out between the approval faction and the opposition faction afterwards, it ultimately ended with the approval faction winning.

As a result, before they even had time to implement their plans and occupy the regions they wanted to occupy, the wind direction of this world changed once again.

And it developed in the direction they least wanted to see.

Several hundred million people had all shaken off the weakling status of transmigrators and promoted to quasi-Evolvers. Although this number was still not enough to look at in front of the total number of all transmigrators.

But you had to admit that the Demon Hunters now were the new race with the largest population on the entire continent.

Let's not talk about 'quasi' or not 'quasi', just say whether the attribute values have increased significantly or not.

Although not as good as their Demon Race, and not even as good as some races with small populations or Degenerate Species.

But it had to be said that this kind of increase was extremely attractive to transmigrators.

If this continued, the Demon Hunters would still continue to increase.

When the time came, not only would their living space be squeezed, but their development direction would also be restricted.