This is really not mechanical ascension
Chapter 811 - 420: Empire Intervenes - Unexpected Outcome!_2

Chapter 811: Chapter 420: Empire Intervenes - Unexpected Outcome!_2

"When I extract all the source material from his body, I’ll stop." Li Ming pondered.

After sporadic battles, almost forty-five minutes had passed, and it seemed sufficient.

Ryan too had the intention to retreat; although anger simmered within him, he gradually calmed down.

Continuing the fight served no purpose. Before him was merely an empty husk, and his current state only worsened with each passing moment; it was too costly.

Winning was useless, and losing was even more disgraceful, yet he was reluctant to withdraw suddenly.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted slightly and a feeling of relief washed over him, "Costa is finally here."

Costa, emerging from the Golden Hunting Blade, stared at the battle, ripples of shock in his heart. He hadn’t expected the two sides to fight like this.

Both Ryan and Azure Dragon’s performance greatly exceeded his expectations.

"Gentlemen!" As his gaze flickered, spiritual fluctuations surged out rapidly.

"The Empire has intervened, ha... I knew Prince Ryan would end up disadvantaged."

As they noticed that Prince Costa intended to intervene, the broad channel buzzed with discussion. They couldn’t see the battlefield clearly, but they could speculate.

If Ryan gained the upper hand, Prince Costa certainly wouldn’t step in.

"Damn, who won and who lost?"

"Alas, even gaining the upper hand is pointless; the Empire..."

"Shameless." Robbin cursed in anger.

Feder’s heart grew heavier; regardless of whether Azure Dragon won or lost, as long as Ryan remained, their crisis in Yitelan couldn’t be resolved.

"I just knew..." Ulrich’s expression turned grim, "Damn Empire!"

Monroe sighed helplessly.

In full view, a blood-red figure abruptly retreated from the battle cluster, landing beside Prince Costa—it was Prince Ryan.

He immediately restrained his liberated state, returning to his normal form. His complexion appeared somewhat pale, and his breath was extremely unstable.

He felt an extremely strange discomfort within his body. Was it worsening? Ryan’s face turned grim; this time, he truly suffered.

Though his initial intent was merely to buy time, being beaten like this was beyond his expectations, now becoming a stepping stone for Azure Dragon.

But the figure pursuing him caused a stir.

"Damn, how did Azure Dragon become like this? What’s happening inside that massive frame?"

"Ryan seems to have been heavily beaten. Do you think Azure Dragon can handle them both?"

"Don’t be ridiculous. Do you think Prince Costa is idle? Azure Dragon is clearly not at the level of domination..."

Everyone stared intently at the three figures in the center of the battle.

"Just a bit more..." Li Ming felt speechless. Costa appeared neither early nor late.

Just at this moment, when Li Ming felt he could extract all the Genetic Essence from Ryan’s body if the fight continued for a while longer.

"Lord Azure Dragon?" Costa said gravely, with a gaze that contained scrutiny. He could clearly feel the formidable aura emanating from this mechanical body, "This sparring session can end here."

Li Ming didn’t say much either; the Mechanical Sovereign disassembled, and the Mechanical Guards that fell out walked back into his body.

The thin Tank Guard emerged again, its body bearing numerous pits and damages, with the blood-colored spear still embedded in its head.

With a tug, he pulled it out forcefully, sparking a series of flashes before sheathing it behind him.

"Lord Ryan, perhaps we’ve had many misunderstandings before. I hope, after this sparring, we can bury the hatchet." Li Ming proactively released spiritual fluctuations, adopting a conciliatory attitude.

Costa, who had just prepared to release spiritual fluctuations again, showed a movement in his gaze, as if slightly puzzled.

Ryan furrowed his brows, looking at the mechanical arm extended towards him, seemingly not prepared to engage.

"Ryan..." Costa’s armor ejected an air bubble, enveloping the three, as if not wanting to escalate the tension further.

Ryan sneered coldly; since this guy helped him once, he didn’t want to embarrass him and unwillingly extended his hand.

Li Ming grabbed it, and Ryan’s brows twitched slightly as an extremely uncomfortable feeling surged within him, making him instinctively want to withdraw his arm.

But he felt the grip was very tight.

"Let go!" He commanded gravely, Costa puzzled, and the mecha made no movement.

"I told you..." Ryan’s tone paused as an uncontrollable fear arose for some reason, and a change seemed to occur within his body, a bad change.

A mutation, perhaps?

Suddenly panicked, he didn’t connect it to this mecha.

"Ah, Azure Dragon indeed withdrew. After all this time, it ended with handshake reconciliation."

Many lamented, what a pity.

They didn’t support Azure Dragon fervently, merely enjoyed the spectacle, the bigger the better.

Costa frowned, intending to speak, but soon Azure Dragon released his grip, and Ryan promptly retreated, glaring at him with shock and anger.

"Sorry, the signal was a bit unstable." Li Ming exhaled deeply, finally extracting it.

One X-level Genetic Essence and the blood-colored spear behind him were also X-level Controlled Objects.

At least it was worth the ticket price, his exhaustive depletion of various Divine Energy from his body wasn’t in vain.

Ryan’s face was cold as he suppressed the discomfort in his body, staring at the mechanical spear placed on Li Ming’s back, very unkindly: "Give me back that thing..."

Backed by the Empire, even if the battle put him at a disadvantage, he had enough confidence to say such words.

"This is my trophy..." Li Ming shook his head.

Ryan sneered, looking towards Costa, aware it was the Empire’s wealth.

Costa glanced at Azure Dragon, wanting to speak but hesitated. Seeing no reaction from him, he reluctantly shook his head, then firmly grasped Ryan’s arm.

"What are you doing?" Ryan inquired, surprised, instinctively attempting to retract his arm, but it remained inert as if clamped down; his body was in a poor state, and power was no longer at its peak.

Prince Costa did not look at him; his expression was indifferent, pulling Ryan slowly out of the air bubble, as steady and heavy spiritual fluctuations gradually spread—

"Following joint investigations with Divine Craftsman Azure Dragon, it has been confirmed: Empire Prince—Ryan is suspected of committing the Galactic Massacre in the Sea of Stars, as per Royal Council’s filing and Adam Saint Emperor’s approval, Ryan’s princely status is revoked, and he is arrested for charges of endangering interstellar security, massacre crime, war crime, sentenced to death."

"As this matter involves public safety among other civilizations, the Empire will soon convene an interstellar alliance meeting for self-reflection; please spread the word."

!!!

Ryan, tightly grasped, abruptly turned his head, his pupils trembling, and a look of disbelief crept up on his face.

I... my princely status is revoked, sentenced to death?

This... how could this be!?

A silence fell among the masses; everyone was stunned, having just discussed how "Azure Dragon might be pressured by the Empire to shake hands with Ryan."

Yet the next moment, Prince Ryan, towering and formidable, was sentenced to death?

Was it revealed through investigations with Azure Dragon?

Turns out, the Empire wasn’t here to back Ryan!

The development surprised everyone completely; nobody knew what transpired behind the scenes, leaving them momentarily frozen.

Creator Divine Craftsman abruptly raised his head, glaring towards that direction, his carrier trembling uncontrollably, with sparks erupting from all joints.

The Empire threw the matter out itself? What does all the time and effort I wasted count for?

Mechanical Soul Divine Craftsman and Barbaro were bewildered, how did it turn into a sentencing trial for Ryan suddenly?

"Revoked princely status? Death sentence? Galactic Massacre?"

Several others watched in virtual projection form, unable to connect with spiritual fluctuations, and seeing the reactions at this moment, they couldn’t help but repeatedly question, wanting to understand what happened.

On a spaceship in a battlefield corner, the Navigator’s expression turned stiff, then gradually twisted, "Empire... Empire... how could it, how could it dare!"

How could the Empire throw the matter out itself!

He wanted the Empire’s constrained, embarrassed conclusion, not this righteous family feud in full view!

The constrained roar resonated throughout the narrow space, "Azure Dragon, what have you done!?"