This is really not mechanical ascension
Chapter 749 - 389: Improvement Over 6 Months in the Royal Council_2

Chapter 749: Chapter 389: Improvement Over 6 Months in the Royal Council_2

He’s not driven by an obsession, striving for perfection; instead, he has long-term considerations in mind.

At every stage, he uses top-level Genetic Seeds, accumulating bit by bit, allowing his Energy Level to surpass the development progress or even double.

Perhaps not evident now, but in the later stages of the Evolution Path, like the X-lifeform or Ultimate Life Form stage.

It’s about who can be slightly stronger than others in the end, and through the amplification of Controlled Objects, his tiny advantage could be hundreds of times more than others.

He opened the smart terminal and glanced at the remaining metal energy, which was slightly over one billion.

This is the balance after upgrading the Controlled Objects and replenishing the Mechanical Guard.

The Mechanical Court has maintained rapid growth over the past six months, benefiting from the reputation of Divine Craftsman Azure Dragon, without encountering significant obstacles.

Revenue has already surpassed the trillion-scale, emerging prominently in the entire Chaotic Star Gap, providing arms for many armed organizations and retailers.

The scale of the Mechanical Body has reached six hundred thousand, with the most popular being the mercenary department of the Court, simple, efficient, and straightforward, even starting to venture into escort business.

In this scale, the majority of funds are still chosen by Li Ming to be invested into the Court’s operation, although he managed to extract three to four hundred billion Star Coins for personal strengthening.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but sigh, taking out a thumb-sized white object, rubbing it in his hand, the purple hammer clearly visible within the white film.

"It’s not that I’m in a hurry to indulge you; we need to develop reasonably, otherwise, draining all the liquidity will spell doom for the Court, no rush for now..."

Li Ming wasn’t sure if he was comforting the Infinite Hammer or talking to himself.

He exited the Black Hole Network, routinely opened the Star Network to check news he was following.

The interstellar has remained turbulent over the past six months, yet hasn’t fallen into true warfare, with only scattered few places.

The Northern Crown Star Ring is one such place; logically, adjacent to the Star Abyss Empire, the Northern Crown Star Ring shouldn’t have issues.

However, for the past four months, warfare has spread uninterruptedly, still between the Judger and Yitelan.

This time, the Judger initiated it, with Duke Nicholas’s death, Judger would inevitably seek retribution.

So he immediately contacted Old Yang and the others, wanting to bring them over; now he has some capability to offer protection.

However, Old Yang chose to decline; being too old, rejecting mechanical transformation, with few years left to live, not wanting to bother, preferring to stay in his hometown.

Uncle Yang had to care for Old Yang, thus didn’t come, while Yang Yu is currently studying in the Federation, unlikely to be affected.

As for Old Wu, he’s disappeared from Blue Star, as always, without returning messages from the Black Hole Network.

Li Ming didn’t insist, perhaps due to him, or other reasons, Blue Star Civilization hasn’t gotten involved in this war, both sides deliberately avoided here.

Everyone has their own life, perhaps being nearly beaten to death again, Li Ming rarely felt sentimental, preparing to go out for a walk.

...

The Empire Royal Council center, located at the core of Empire Mother Star--Olebo, built from a rare super-strength alloy, resembling a massive pyramid reaching into the sky.

The central metal round table, fully occupied, made from a precious crystal material, the tabletop smooth as a mirror, capable of displaying various data and images.

Currently, it’s fully occupied, thirty-six people with calm expressions, countless Star Gems embedded in the dome, emitting soft and brilliant light, falling on their faces.

The walls are filled with screens, real-time displaying various important information and strategic deployments of the Empire.

"We can start now."

Sitting at the very center, a middle-aged man with a dignified expression spoke calmly, dressed in a dark-gold luxurious robe, embroidered with the emblem representing imperial power, flickering with elusive light.

His facial lines are hard, sharply defined, and beneath thick eyebrows, a pair of deep-set eyes resemble endless black holes, none other than the Glory Saint Emperor--Adam.

"Yes..." An intelligence officer standing by, dressed in neat military attire, spoke with a clear voice, "In the past six months, we have exterminated over one thousand seven hundred star thief groups, killing three hundred thirty-six thousand Raiders."

"We have extinguished twelve embryonic resistance organizations domestically, and exterminated thirty-three large resistance organizations abroad..."

"The Empire Royal Mechanic Association we supported and established has surpassed a billion members, completely replacing the Mechanic Association domestically, and is preparing to gradually promote it to the civilizations we have various cooperation agreements with..."

"The [Iron-Blood] plan is highly effective." The reporter made a summary.

"Excellent!" Someone seated to Adam’s right suddenly proclaimed, then eagerly applauded, scattered applause followed, all from those seated next to Adam.

Those seated further away on the left and right sides remained indifferent, visibly distinct.

The applauders stood up, expressing enthusiasm, "Saint Emperor Adam is absolutely right; this crisis is both a challenge and an opportunity."

"The Mechanic Association has long been a thorn in our side, wide-reaching, factionalized, sometimes even defying our laws."

"This time, when they protested the Empire, it ironically gave us the chance, the opportunity to replace them!"

"Saint Emperor Adam’s Iron-Blood plan is indeed the right path." His demeanor was full of flattery.

"Representative Eckhard." Someone calmly spoke, appearing of considerable age, chin covered with bluish-white beard, "Don’t just listen to the good news; the bad news hasn’t been reported yet, continue..."

Another reporter stood up, lowering his head, "In the past six months, a large number of Raiders have flooded into the Empire’s domain, causing at least six million citizen deaths, with direct or indirect losses amounting to trillions of Star Coins..."

"Over three hundred civilizations have terminated basic alliance treaties with us, six civilizations in military alliance are at war."

"In six months, thirteen thousand four hundred sixty large-scale protests have occurred, three hundred twenty-four of which were interstellar protests."

Of the forty-two thousand military garrisons in the Sea of Stars, only thirty thousand remain.

Once the words were spoken, silence fell in the conference room; good news exists, but so do bad news.

The impact of the Polk Declaration, and the enemy’s subsequent plans, were larger than imagined.

"These were anticipated." Adam spoke, his expression appearing calm, "This is merely a warm-up, the Empire has been at peace for too long, even a minor shake can be intolerably painful."

"I also have a set of data." He raised his hand, and someone stepped forward from behind, "Currently, it has been confirmed that in the Empire Border Army, Domestic Patrol Army, various Star Systems, Planet Garrison, City Security Protection Guard, and various scattered institutions."

"The number of people receiving wages without work exceeds ten billion."

With these simple words, everyone present turned pale, including those seated beside Adam.

This Saint Emperor is investigating the military’s situation? How was there no information?

Everyone present exchanged covert glances; this matter involves significant entanglement, the military, such an important institution, its power is mostly divided by three factions.

Adam investigates not only them but also his own people.

The Saint Emperor continued, "I also have a set of data; three days ago, Empire Patrol Army thirty-fourth unit, fleet sixteen, pursued a Raider Team within the domain."

"The casualties amount to one thousand two hundred, while sixteen Warships were lost. What’s interesting is, the Raider Team only consisted of two hundred people, with the highest-level Life Form being B-level."

"I’ve said to spare no cost, a hundred-fold, a thousand-fold to kill the enemy, but never said to falsely report a hundred-fold, a thousand-fold loss!" Adam’s demeanor was cold, even he found the data incredulous.

He knew there was decay below, but didn’t expect it to be this extent, had it not been for Prince Costat presenting various evidence before him, he wouldn’t have believed it.