"Lift! Yes, it's in this position!"

A large boulder, under the manipulation of a priest, was placed on the towering city wall at the command of the workers.

"This—how many rings of spells is this?"

"Big brother, this is called electric welding, not a spell, do you think my bear looks like a mage?"

A relatively young worker is welding armor plates with a high-melt welding gun.

Two mages try to learn how to weld armor plates as workers on a bullet farm.

Some of them are building a mage tower dozens of meters high that is piled up of boulders for priests to stand and cast spells to protect the city.

The rest of the people are building infrastructure, such as large areas of safe houses, weapons depots, prisons, warehouses, etc., which are things that are basically not cared about in a ruined place.

But for the Demon King, who had come from a highly developed original world, he couldn't even imagine what it would be like for such a huge city to have no similar facilities at all.

He is even planning a huge water purification system, by building a huge underground cavern as a means of defense, these messy, original social animals do not have access to too many complex urban construction projects.

The arrival of Nehekhara changed dramatically in the construction of the entire City of Salvation.

First of all, the addition of most of the nomads greatly increased the construction progress of the entire City of Redemption. Second, the priests, under the guidance of the workers, helped to carry and load the building materials with spells, leaving the entire City of Redemption with piles of labor and a lot of time to transport and divide the materials.

This is really an incomparable relief for the city, which has just become independent and is in ruins.

What's more-

"Evil ——!"

Faced with a skeleton that was stiffly carrying wood, Father Anderson's priest subconsciously exclaimed and raised the holy water in his hand.

"Donald, that's just a tool, don't make a fuss."

The nun who had been rushing to the church construction site with him held him down, and the two of them watched as the corpse staggered off the street, slowly walking towards the foundation of the warehouse on dry white legs.

There, the tall skeletal giants lifted large wooden strips and plunged them deeper into the earth than a meter deep like ordinary rice planters, as a support for the foundation.

"Shhhh

There was also the voice of the young priest, although he was halfway because he saw these demons and monsters, especially the bone knights who carried the adhesive with the workers...

At this time, in the main camp of the City of Redemption, a tug-of-war is going on.

Or, in other words, with no one else able to do anything, a kind of "balance of terror" was formed in that large but somewhat rudimentary room.

"Max! Let's talk about one more one~"

Tiny girl in a simple but clean spotless white dress. Celia's head rested on the Demon King's lap, and her little milky white feet swayed wildly, wanting to listen to another story before going to sleep.

It's everyday here, but this time it's a little different.

"Cut—"

On the other leg of the Demon King, there seems to be a girl who is obviously about to "grow" a little bit of Lea, wearing the same white dress, her white little face like paper is full of displeasure, and she makes a voice of displeasure softly, and seems to be very reluctant to share the Demon King's knees with others.

"Great—sir."

Looking at Kelly, who had completely abandoned the silver mask and black robe, Kassandra's face was extremely exciting, she could probably guess that the Supreme Archmage who had been in unrequited love for hundreds of years was an emotional idiot, but she never expected that Kelly would run to lie on her sweetheart's lap with a seven or eight-year-old child to listen to the story.

- How about thinking about our feelings, Boss.

The archmage who shook the world and was angry and scattered thousands of people on the spot, Wei Zhenan. Just put on a snow-white dress, lay on the lap of another war lord, and was jealous of a little girl who was eight or nine hundred years younger than him...

Just behind Kassandra, a tall skeletal face in a black robe perfectly performed a complex expression rich in heart fluctuations, such as "If you have no flesh and skin, but you want to smile and cry in embarrassment now".

At this time, Nagash was completely on the verge of collapse, and he had fought with the priest sitting across from him

The sky is dark.

After being stopped, he thought that there would be at least a very formal reconciliation ceremony, followed by a grand welcoming ceremony, and then he would be given the official position to manage the trivial affairs of the newly formed City of Salvation formed by the merger of the two huge cities, and to share the worries of his master.

But the result was that he was now forced to watch his master, the Endless One, lying on the lap of someone else, the boss with whom he had just fought the priest. Listen to him tell those nonsense stories about the mentally retarded, and listen to them with relish...

- Am I dreaming?

To be honest, the current Father Anderson is not very happy, he is also a direct cause of the conflict, and now this scene makes him feel a little unable to get off the stage.

Originally, he took it upon himself to start a charge against the city of Nehekhara, which led Nagash to go on an expedition, and both of them were forced to play their cards to the death, only to find out that they were allies, all of which made it very difficult for this proud paladin who regarded glory and redemption as his own responsibility.

He had imagined himself being flogged for provoking war, and living to be imprisoned and judged. Or at the very least, he wants to formally apologize to the war lords for the heinous crime of provoking the war.

But Kelly just said, "Are you all wrong, forget it." He overshadowed it all, and plunged headlong into the Demon King's arms, completely ignoring the Paladin's apology for almost the entire handover ceremony.

So, a room full of people stared at the three people who belonged to Lao Qiao on the sofa or sitting upright in the middle.

At this time, Celia narrowed her eyes comfortably, she didn't think about it so much, the high-purity demon blood often made her feel sleepy, and she was already about to fall asleep again.

Recently, Celia has been sleeping longer and longer, approaching eighteen hours a day, and both Jack and the Demon King are anxious, but no one can find out why.

"Well—comfortably rubbing, like a well-behaved cat, Celia fell asleep completely, leaving only the embarrassed Demon King and the jealous Kelly, continuing the ridiculous story.

After all, the level of the Demon King's bedtime story is clear to everyone.