However, at this moment, no one cared about these things. When the derailed train rushed ahead, nobody cared if precious porcelain was crushed under the wheels.
"Follow my command!"
"Control!"
After the third attempt at control, the red light of [Control] lingered in the mind of the [Demon].
[Frost Mist Demon] became even more docile.
But Digdit was surprised to find that it wasn't enough... still not enough!
This was still only a temporary control, not permanent conquest at all!
He had no choice but to take out the telegraph transmitter from his backpack and make a wireless call: "The Third Civilization branch has already been sacrificed, but the Spirit Essence is far from enough!"
"Inform the leaders of the 11th Civilization branch, we will arrive soon. Let them prepare for reception, no resistance allowed."
"Yes, sir."
Over the past five years, Digdit controlled quite a number of high-level civilizations.