Chapter 160 Emilia's Knight Sword
Amid the sound of dripping water, Yang Ming tilted his head towards the shower head, luxuriously enjoying the bath in space.
Yang Ming feels very good now.
After half a day of deep sleep, his mental state has almost recovered. The previous continuous outbursts - releasing red shock waves - have somewhat overdrawn Yang Ming's spirit.
After the queen's death, Yang Ming also fell from that state of "no emotion", and fatigue surged like a tsunami.
What the hell is that shock wave?
Mental power? The manifestation of telekinesis? The special brain waves of the ancient gods?
Yang Ming didn't know.
The extent of his understanding of his own body was limited to its amazing endurance. -- in every aspect.
The sound of water stopped, and Yang Ming walked out of the narrow "cylindrical" bathing ring. The warm wind blowing from all directions quickly took away the water droplets on his body.
After changing into underwear made of super-tough material and a space suit, Yang Ming checked himself in front of the mirror and found that after the previous battle...
There is no obvious change in appearance.
But when he clenched his fists and swung his fists, he could clearly feel his strength increasing.
A series of tests are still needed to determine the exact amount of improvement, but Yang Ming estimates that the improvement this time is much greater than that two years ago.
"well--"
Yang Ming sighed softly and smiled with satisfaction.
He began to become addicted to the sense of security that came from becoming stronger.
With his eyes closed and his hands open, a thick red light shield appeared around Yang Ming, supporting him to slowly rise up and then move smoothly to the left and right.
It finally has some of the majesty of when it was just out of the can!
I don’t know whether Hera can come up with any results from her research.
"boss."
Lu's voice sounded outside:
"We are almost at Count Mensa's fiefdom."
Yang Ming remembered that he still had things to do, so he straightened his collar, landed steadily on the ground, and opened the door of the lounge.
Two tracked robots passed by Yang Ming in a flirtatious manner.
A realistic projection of Lu appeared on the side.
"Has the matter been investigated clearly?" Yang Ming asked.
“The information that has been captured is very vague.”
Lu said softly:
“The incident took place in Count Mensa’s estate and the relevant information was blocked immediately.
“After all, this is a scandal involving the Count Mensa family.
"All we know now is that Count Mensa's grandson was seriously injured, and it was a penetrating wound in the abdomen. The murder weapon was the metal sword worn by Princess Emilia... the one you gave her, boss."
Yang Ming frowned and asked, "Did Emilia stab the earl's heir?"
"Hmm," Lu shrugged, "He was pretty ruthless, but since the sword missed his vitals, he's fine now."
Yang Ming asked, "How old is the Earl's grandson?"
"Twenty-one years old, a typical imperial noble, uneducated and self-important, but there was no sign of him falling out with Emilia before."
Lu added a few more explanations:
“Before, because the Feinan was quite far away from here, and I put all my computing power into maintaining the stability of the live broadcast server, I didn’t pay much attention to Emilia.
“Count Mensa is still restrained now, and he just asked the Imperial Noble Court to intervene. The count’s son is quite excited.
"Edwan has received the news and sent his trusted ministers to mediate. The Imperial Foreign Affairs Bureau has also intervened in the investigation.
"The trouble with this matter is that Emilia took the initiative to admit that she was the one who seriously injured the Earl's grandson. It is difficult for the Foreign Affairs Bureau to act as a peacemaker."
Yang Ming thought seriously for a few seconds.
"Let the Feinan turn around and look for the envoys sent by the Luofeng Empire. We won't be able to intervene in the situation even if we go there directly."
"Okay, boss. I'll adjust the course right away."
Lu's figure disappeared in a flash.
The automatic door of the bridge opened. 026, who was walking towards them, saw Yang Ming and subconsciously straightened his chest, raised his head, pursed his lips, and crossed his legs. His loose maintenance suit bulged on his upper body and trembled at the slightest movement.
Before the atmosphere became slightly awkward, 026 cleared his throat and shouted inside:
"Captain arrives at the bridge!"
Hera, who was staring at the experimental equipment, immediately turned her head and looked over.
Yang Ming blinked at 026, and at this moment he suddenly had the urge to give her a raise.
This little girl really adds a lot of color to the Feinan.
As for the salary increase...
I've already said it was impulsive, and Boss Yang is best at staying rational.
Hera was wearing a white coat and a ponytail. At this moment, she lifted her goggles to her forehead, took off her disposable gloves, and stared at Yang Ming with complicated eyes.
When Yang Ming approached, Hera whispered:
"You are not human."
Yang Ming was a little confused.
"What I mean is that you are now a human on the surface. Your organs and body structure are basically consistent with those of humans," Hera emphasized. "You are more like a human than ordinary biochemically modified people."
Yang Ming spread his hands: "Well, I'm not happy about it."
Hera said: "The specific data is still being analyzed. Now we can confirm three points. The first is the special magnetic field that appeared in your brain. The second is that the various indexes of your cell activity increased dramatically in a very short period of time. The third is that when you exploded, at least a dozen organic compounds that humans do not have appeared in your body."
"Then what kind of creature do you think I am?" Yang Ming asked with interest.
After thinking carefully, Hera gave a word that surprised Yang Ming: "Ancient God."
"Why?" Yang Ming asked back.
“You’re constantly evolving.
"Before and after a battle, your body structure undergoes obvious changes. When I say obvious, it may be very subtle in your eyes.
"After you injected the gene stabilizing solution, your boiling body quickly returned to normal. This shows that your genes have the possibility of more evolutionary mutations."
Hera thought seriously :
"I have imagined what will happen if you continue to evolve like this... If you can remain rational, you will still be a human, a powerful human, close to the theoretically possible god-level life form. If you lose control, the cells in your body will begin to proliferate infinitely, and the direction of your evolution will be very similar to that of the ancient god life form."
Yang Ming: …
A biologist indeed.
Hera has almost studied him thoroughly!
"Okay Hera," Yang Ming crossed his arms, "Since you can't leave my palm in the future, I can tell you a fact."
"uh-huh?"
"I underwent a transformation experiment by Kigrov and am a product of the Sherman Empire's Valkyrie Project."
Seeing that Hera was a little surprised, Yang Ming raised his hands and hugged Hera's shoulders.
"My real name is Hanton, the third mate of the experimental ship Keygrove. This is my biggest secret, and you are the only living person who knows it.
"I tell you this because I feel I need to be honest with you and we value each other.
"I was loyal to the Empire, but what I got in return was a life-threatening transformation experiment, and when the crisis broke out, I was abandoned by those experimenters. So now I don't want to have too much interaction with the Empire officials, but I can't let go of this country.
"I am from the Empire. You were right in your previous guess, but my current political stance is..."
"Ming," Hera's eyes flickered slightly.
Her beautiful face, which usually showed little expression, now showed obvious emotions.
Tender, warm, and full of emotion.
"I'm glad you can confide in me, but you don't have to explain too much to me. I understand your loneliness. We are a satisfying couple outside of work. I love you, Ming."
"Hera..."
She took off her goggles, let her white coat slide back, and put her slender arms around Yang Ming's neck, kissing him actively.
Yang Ming waved to the robot in the corner, which lowered its head and hurried away, setting the bridge to privacy mode and turning off most of the lights.
This is the best reward for soldiers after a brutal war.
Boss Yang said so.
…
Two galactic hours later.
Yang Ming admired his partner's beautiful body and covered the sleeping Hera with a blanket.
He hurriedly left the captain's private lounge and began to prepare for the infiltration work.
Under the command of Lu, the transport ship carrying the Luofeng Empire's "emergency" delegation was docked at a civilian spaceport to replenish energy.
——Although the transport ship itself only used less than one-tenth of its energy.
Nowadays, lurking, smuggling, espionage, and smuggling have become Yang Ming's professional skills.
With Lu's assistance, he easily got into the transport ship and found a corner to hide.
Since he had nothing to do, Yang Ming began to listen to Lu's report on the reactions of various forces inside and outside the Sherman Empire to the battle of Zubin Star.
White Ghost became a real hit in the Sherman Empire, becoming the 'top hard-core band'.
There's nothing much to say about this.
Yang Ming didn't intend to use this fake identity to make money. The appearance of the White Ghost only made it easier for him to harvest the Zerg and improve his strength.
The Sherman Empire officially commended White Ghost and invited White Ghost to contact the Imperial government, which would give White Ghost the honor and respect he deserved.
Unfortunately, Yang Ming didn't intend to pay any attention to them.
The news that interested Yang Ming appeared half a day late.
Zubin lost millions of residents and insect plagues destroyed major cities, so the Sherman Empire naturally put the blame on the New Federation.
Major media outlets within the empire launched fierce attacks, and anti-New Federation demonstrations broke out again in various places.
The New Federation's genocide and shame of humanity made front-page headlines in many countries in the galaxy.
The New Federation border, which had just been quiet for half a month, began to gather powerful fleets of the Empire again. There was some anger among the people in the New Federation, but they still chose to be patient.
Firmly denying the insect-burying plan is the foreign policy of the New Federation.
Actively preparing for war but avoiding a decisive battle is the current military policy of the New Federation.
As long as the New Federation continues to claim internally that it has "victoriously won a small victory", "did not lose", and "still adhered to the path of freedom and democracy under the coercion of the galaxy's oldest and most powerful country", public opinion will not collapse.
The war breaks out again on the New Federation border.
Yang Ming was quite pleased about this.
Yang Ming reviewed the battle on Zubin Star.
The tragic scene of the imperial soldiers bravely charging against insects that were dozens or hundreds of times their number lingered in his mind for a long time.
Although the powerful empire was internally corrupt and its high-ranking officials were decadent, the soldiers who came from the common people still maintained their courage. This was the cornerstone of the Sherman Empire's enduring prosperity.
"Lv, how can we defeat the Sherman Empire?"
Yang Ming raised this question with interest.
Lu's projection appeared on Yang Ming's watch. She was the size of a figurine, and she pinched her chin and thought for a while.
“There is only one path.”
"What?"
"Destroy the powerful fleet of the Sherman Empire," Lu said softly.
"Beautiful," Yang Ming stretched.
Lu smiled and said, "Boss, Miss Hera seems to be even more devoted to you. Your sweet words are too damaging to her whose feelings are as white as paper."
Yang Ming glared at Xiao Lu, who was just giggling, not feeling guilty at all.
" I really mean it. I didn't deceive her in any way."
Then, Yang Ming sat there and fell into deep thought.
Lu walked on the dial with his hands behind his back for a while, and seeing Yang Ming's gloomy face, he asked in a low voice: "Boss, is there something that Lu hasn't dealt with?"
"No, I was thinking about an unrelated question."
"What?"
"Lv," Yang Ming pondered, "if a planet, a planet of about 0.75 level, far from reaching the level of first-level civilization, with a population of 700 million or 800 million, suddenly appeared in the Milky Way, what would be its fate?"
Lu was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly and said quickly:
"At a civilization level of 0.75, we are not yet able to fully utilize all the energy on the planet, nor can we conduct interstellar travel.
"Under this situation, only half of the people can live above the dignity line, and the resources that each person can enjoy are limited. Because of the underdeveloped technology, the primitive living environment, and the limited personal pursuits of the people, it is possible for one planet to feed 7 or 8 billion people.
“It’s really hard for me to predict this kind of thing, boss.
"In all likelihood, the Sherman Empire will have a group of extra slaves, the New Federation will have a group of extra black immigrant laborers, and each country will have a little more cheap labor. In a dozen or twenty years, that planet will only have poor people and the elderly, and then it will become a semi-resource planet.
"Actually... Boss, can I tell you the truth?"
"explain."
"If what you are doing now is to make this planet survive better, then I suggest you enter the Sherman Empire as soon as possible to gain power."
Law said softly:
“Only by gaining a certain voice within the empire can we truly protect this planet.
"It will be difficult for the Sherman Empire to take the Falling Wind Empire seriously within a hundred years, and our Dark Star Project is designed to deal with bugs and assessments, so it cannot appear in the public eye directly. To protect a planet like this, we need international influence and a fleet.
"Boss, how much time do you have?"
"I'm just asking casually," Yang Ming waved his hand calmly, " Delete the content of the previous conversation."
"Yes, boss."
Then Yang Ming sighed softly, looked at the palm-sized porthole, and gazed at the empty starry sky through the porthole.
He just stated a possibility.
And it's a relatively 'friendly' possibility.
Earth, Minx Port, "The Abyss", Galactic Civilization, the Ninth Disaster... He still hasn't found a clear clue as to what the truth is behind all of this.
All I can say is, it’s better to be prepared.
"Boss," Lu reminded, "Edwang has already started a meeting with the diplomatic corps via video link. You can come on stage now."
The hatch opened and a maintenance robot walked in holding an Imperial uniform.
Yang Ming quickly changed into his military uniform, put on his leather boots and a military cap, and his whole aura became extremely fierce.
A few minutes later.
In front of the conference room door in the middle section of the transport ship, a group of Luofeng Empire soldiers were staring at Yang Ming's figure eagerly.
Yang Ming knocked on the door and walked in.
The projection of Edwang looked over and immediately said:
"...This is your secret assistance. All your actions later on will be supervised by Major Yang Ming.
"In the name of Emperor Luofeng, I appoint Major Yang Ming as Ambassador Luofeng, with full authority to handle the case of the imperial princess Emilia's wounding."
Yang Ming immediately saluted.
In front of Adwang's ministers, he would certainly give Adwang enough face.
The Minister of Foreign Affairs, who was originally sitting in the main seat, quickly stood up. Yang Ming nodded to him and sat down directly.
"Report the situation you have."
