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Reincarnated as the Demon King's Son

Aldred was a 20-year-old man who killed himself because he couldn't stand how the world treated him. He prayed for a life that he could be grateful for. And unexpected to him, the gods heard his prayer. ... I welcome you to the world of fantastic imaginations where swords and magic clashed. What to expect: A lot of beautiful girls. OP MC, weak to strong, sucking things. Milk. lots of milk. Adventure. And Comedy. Warning: You might laugh too hard reading this story. Note: This is an adventure story. The 1-10 chap is a prologue of some sort. But I advise you not to skip them, I am sure you will find them hilarious. Note: Will there be milf and incest? Yes, but at the later part of the story. MC has to fight his way to earn these rewards. So follow his journey first. NO NTR Join the discord server https://discord.gg/yPtRt29tAg There are pictures of Eve, Sophia, Edeline, and many more. Check out the discord channel, if you want to see the characters. If you want to donate for commissioning art, then check out my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/harlyboy Note: The cover is not mine. If you want me to take it down, please ask.

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Chapter 206 Discussion

With 8 meters in height, the artillery golem towered over everyone.

"Isn't this too big?" Mary asked. "What if it needs to enter a small space?"

"It can crawl, bringing its height to 2.44 meters (8 feet)."

"How many shells can it bring?" Bartrem asked.

"I think it can store around 28 shells. Let's test it now."

Aldred created more golem shells, at first he was bored of it, but then he summoned his clones to help him in making the shells.

In a few minutes, he finished 40 shells in total. The artillery golem knelt and then opened its back. Aldred stacked the shells one after another inside the golem, and filled it up.

When the storage compartment was full, Aldred had 10 golem shells left.

"The golem can store 30 shells."

"That's good enough," Bartrem said.

Aldred was satisfied with his creation. Unlike modern tanks which require fuel, repairs, and maintenance, his golems only needed resupply to stay active in the battlefield.