Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 591 - 210. Mechanicus Council

Chapter 591: 210. Mechanicus Council

Baizhu Star, Western Hemisphere, Ostro Mountain.

The scorching vortex swirled in the air as the engine rotated steadily, extracting a substance resembling blue magma from the depths of the earth.

"Stellar Marrow extraction progress is at 7.8%, expected to complete in 40 hours."

Quantum Mechanism Senator Coulomb Torque’s eyes reflected streams of data. He nodded slightly and said to the other two senators:

"Everything is proceeding smoothly, and Mother of Mashigang will descend soon."

"This time we didn’t mount a ground war to overtake the civilization. The infiltration plan is going well, and we haven’t lost many people. This is worth recording in the central repository as a case study."

The reply came from Senator Watt Rivet Steel of the Sacred Mech-Spirit Clan in the Mechanical World Society. The Sacred Mech-Spirit was known for their formidable mechanical bodies and fusion-transforming abilities, and Watt Rivet Steel was a standout among them. His body was forty meters high, covered in plundered magic materials, and he had fused his form with local civilization, creating a mysterious magical machinery body.

"Unfortunately, my time in hiding was too short, and I haven’t advanced further. Currently, I’m only at the Delta Rank on the Starry Abyss Side."

Watt Rivet Steel lamented:

"I only hope Mother of Mashigang will preserve my current body. I can feel magic flowing merrily through my neural network, which could be hugely beneficial to our Mechanical World Society."

"A temporary body holds no meaning," said Code Speaker Turing Radix in a synthesized voice: "Temporary possession will only harm everyone. Your body combines some qualities with magical artistry, but it is not replicable."

"Turing, look at you talking like that. I have already been developed as a senator, can’t I enjoy some privileges different from the common Society Citizen?" Watt Rivet Steel spread his hands and spoke discontentedly to the laser hologram of the Code Speaker.

"There will naturally be special treatments, but special obligations you must also endure—equality for all, this is our essence as the Society," Turing Radix said blandly.

Watt Rivet Steel mocked:

"Ha, so we should all become identical, formulaically copying source code without any individuality? In that case, even if we return to our original bodies, how are we different from being enslaved?"

"There is no difference. From the moment you joined the Society, you should have been prepared for this—’I am a Citizen, and therefore I am Society; Society Citizen is the essence of it all.’" Turing Radix responded coldly:

"If everyone had an independent soul and consciousness, it would inevitably lead to selfishness and self-interest, negatively affecting the whole community, ultimately impacting the grand system of the Society. Just as a machine can get infected by viruses and programs can have bugs—we must, therefore, eliminate all individuality. Only by doing so can we ensure no issues arise with the Sacred Body of Mashigang."

"Can’t we even tolerate a mechanical body with magic materials?"

"Yes, this is for the consideration of the collective."

Watt Rivet Steel had no words to say, folding his arms and continuing to silently observe the scene ahead.

Factories and furnaces roared incessantly, efficiently producing various weapons and mechanized souls. They threw human bodies into them, and on another production line, a continuous stream of low-level soldiers emerged.

Citizens of the Mechanical World Society differed somewhat from other societies.

Other societies, when invading, preferred to ’seize souls,’ ’replace,’ or ’lure into corruption,’ attracting individuals with unique traits from the biological populations of civilizations. This method was relatively covert and usually went unnoticed by civilizations. Primitive civilizations even regarded it as an internal conspiracy by rival countries.

However, the Mechanical World Society’s strategy was straightforward and brutal—they openly invaded the surface, capturing living beings, extracting their souls, and placing them into their specialized containers. Using the Heart of the Sacred Son, they could transform them into various mechanical creations.

These were their citizens. They held a significant numerical advantage.

Though not every society operated this way, excellent citizens were usually those co-opted and corrupted from civilizations, especially senators. They had to rely on citizens released from the Society, going through selection, review, and transformation, ultimately becoming pawns for the Society.

Watt Rivet Steel, Turing Radix, and Coulomb Torque were no exceptions.

"Finally, we will witness the destruction of Baizhu Star..."

Batch after batch of mechanized soul citizens were successfully transformed in the factory. Coulomb Torque nodded in satisfaction:

"This deformed Scholarly Faction civilization and its dark technocracy should have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago. Mentors usurping students’ research achievements, only acknowledging technological supremacy while denying individual initiative—such rigid and pedantic culture will ultimately be buried and devoured by our Mechanical World Society."

"Isn’t that the truth—corruption, darkness, power struggles, denial of faith, persecution of religion, these are the sins of the Crystal Tower."

"May those arrogant mages and scholarly factions rot in hell. The era of their oppression over non-Spellcasters has ended!"

The other two voiced their agreement.

Climbing to the position of senator indicated that they were originally marginalized within the Crystal Tower civilization, filled with hatred for the current state of their home society, or simply victims of its dark side—so when the fair Society offered them an olive branch, they naturally accepted without hesitation.

Even knowing it meant corruption, knowing that joining the Society equated to losing oneself, who cared anymore?

At this stage, what the Mechanical World Society had given them was something the Crystal Tower could never fairly offer.

The mechanical factories sprawled like a steel microbial carpet, nanomechanical elements intertwined and spread, replacing lichens and moss, covering every inch of the land. The black mountains continued to expand, even outpacing the growth of cancerous tumors with their invasion speed.

Defensive structures rose from the ground of their own accord. As mechanical beings, they were connected heart and soul with the steel earth beneath them, their consciousnesses seamlessly linked together. No movement escaped their detection.

A high tower, entwined and ensconced by mechanical worms, relied on the thermal energy it emitted to sustain its operations, also serving as its guardian—this was the core of it all: the Mechanicus Council.

The existence of the Council condensed the consciousness of the Speaker, senators, the Jury, and citizens. Most importantly, it could link to the core of Mashigang, with an inexhaustible supply of energy continuously flowing in, forming an almost impenetrable defense grid for the Mechanicus Council.

"Everything is going so smoothly." Coulomb Torque sighed in relief: "Trevela was ambushed by Canyue, and Night Butterfly Man’s machinations helped us divert Balkmon—in this entire planet, no one strong enough to resist us remains."

"They brought it upon themselves." Watt Rivet Steel sneered: "Those old fogies were so cowardly, tricking young people into the battlefield to kill and die. Now, the youths who defended them are either in the factory or dead on the battlefield. It’s time to grant them destruction."

"Don’t get complacent," Turing Radix cautioned: "We still have 40 hours. Among the people of Baizhu Star, there are many Delta Rank, Epsilon Stage, even Zeta Rank citizens. If the government reacts in time and mobilizes them into combat teams, we would also face significant trouble."

"Who dares to come? Who still dares to come?"

Coulomb Torque raised his silver chin:

"Our Council possesses formidable firepower. Let’s see which Zeta Rank has the audacity to seek death."

"The Crystal Tower is also an interstellar civilization. There are numerous Zeta Ranks. Forty hours, though not short, is full of uncertainties. Who knows if they have concealed their Pathway experts..."

"You mentioned the Pathway, and it just makes me laugh."