Chapter 366: The cell mass is obtained!
"Our support for the New Federation stems from our maintenance and support for the two civilized concepts of freedom and democracy. In this military action, we have seen the Empire's determination to destroy the New Federation's political system.
“We can’t help but ask, if the New Federation falls, will it be me, us, next?
"We have not reached any agreement with the New Federation and the Free United States. This assistance is purely based on morality and justice, and is also to protect the interests and security of our citizens..."
Morality?
Yang Ming looked at the Prime Minister of the Güell Union on the screen. This kind-looking old lady had given a speech half a day ago.
He had the feeling that the lady was telling a joke about a galaxy that had never existed.
What was the real reason why they sent troops?
Yang Ming stood in front of the big screen with his hands behind his back, thinking constantly.
"Commander-in-Chief Hanton!"
There were some anxious shouts from behind.
The title of "Commander-in-Chief" made Yang Ming's whole body lively. After all, the generals in the military all called him Mr. Ghost and Mr. Hanton, indicating that he was only a nominal commander.
"Another meeting?"
"No, that's not it," the mid-level officer said hurriedly after calming down his breathing, "Her Highness Daphne will soon arrive at the rear army. She has brought a letter of commendation from His Majesty, for you personally."
Yang Ming was stunned.
Letter of commendation?
He lost the battle, lost occupied territory, and so many people died. The emperor wanted to give him a letter of commendation?
Was this intended to make him an enemy of the military?
That's not right either.
Yang Ming asked: "Is this a mistake? Did we win? Are you giving me a commendation letter right now?"
"Why don't you ask Her Highness Daphne in person?"
"Okay, I'll go over right away. Report this to Lieutenant General Thomas, but don't let anyone know."
"Yes, Commander!"
Yang Ming curled his lips slightly, didn't say much, and rushed straight to the stern cabin of the command ship.
…
Daphne did bring a letter of commendation from the Emperor, but after Yang Ming took a few glances at it, he concluded that it was not written by the Emperor himself, but only had the Emperor's "high-level watermark" added to it.
There is nothing else to say. The old emperor probably doesn’t have this culture.
Daphne looked at the detailed battle report brought by Yang Ming and sighed softly: "So many soldiers were killed and injured in one war."
There was a sadness on her delicate face that didn't seem fake.
"Are you performing?" Yang Ming asked.
"I also have basic personal emotions and a sense of belonging," Daphne retorted bluntly, "On the contrary, you can remain so calm in the face of the death of so many soldiers."
“This is war.”
Yang Ming put his hands in his pockets and asked calmly: "I have accepted the commendation letter, but please don't publicize this matter."
"Well, it's not appropriate to publicize this at this time," Daphne said, "Besides, I also brought you something you've always wanted."
Yang Ming turned his head and looked over: "Cell cluster?"
Daphne seemed to like Yang Ming's expression very much. She looked at him carefully for a few seconds, then nodded slightly: "It's on my ship. I'll send it to you later."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Why are you so generous this time? Is there a trick?"
"This is what my great uncle promised to give you. This time you helped the empire take the blame and shoulder the war propaganda, so my great uncle should at least show some appreciation."
Daphne took a sip of the hot drink, holding the teacup with her thin hands, and said softly:
"Hanton, do you want to get it now?"
"No hurry," Yang Ming said calmly, "After I get it, I have to figure out how to absorb it. They want me to do gene fusion to improve my gene purity, which may require some equipment."
"Yeah?"
Yang Ming smiled and said, "I don't know either. Maybe when I come into contact with this group of cells, I can directly absorb the strange energy inside."
"Then I'll have someone send the stuff to you right away."
"Why don't you just bring it here?"
"I was still hesitating whether to give it to you directly," Daphne lowered her head and sent a message, "I was also thinking about whether I should get some benefits from you."
Yang Ming walked over to her and sat down, leaning back on the soft sofa, and exhaled softly:
"The Empire actually lost the battle..."
"Yes, I was also shocked when I heard the news," Daphne said, "With the three major powers attacking at the same time, I'm afraid our days will be difficult from now on."
Yang Ming asked: "Do you know the inside story?"
"I heard a little bit. Before I came here, my great uncle and his men held an emergency meeting, and I was listening in."
Daphne moaned softly, with some memories and thoughts in her eyes.
"They suspected that this was interference from a higher-dimensional civilization. They also said that this might be for the purpose of maintaining a cyclical balance over thousands of years, a way to regulate the strength of the faction."
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows.
Daphne asked, "Do you know what this means? Can you tell me? As an exchange of information between us."
"Of course, you can also get this information from your great uncle."
Yang Ming said:
“A trial of low-level civilizations called the Faya Game, where low-level civilizations are scattered throughout the galaxy in bubbles of time and space.
“The trial is conducted in a five-to-three format, and each low-level civilization will be connected to a game called “The Abyss”, the background of which is the digitization of the Milky Way at a certain moment.
“Of course, this digitization is just a general term. They will simplify a lot of things and then extend it backwards autonomously.
"I come from one of those civilizations, called the Forerunners. The Forerunners' mission is to go to their home planet... Well, this is my biggest secret. You are now the third person in the empire who knows about it."
Daphne stared at Yang Ming: "You are not from the Empire?"
"I am from the Empire. This is complicated," Yang Ming pointed to his brain, "Consciousness fusion."
"This is really shocking information." Daphne subconsciously checked the surrounding shielding devices and found that the devices were working normally. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't let others know about this, otherwise your public opinion foundation will be destroyed."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Don't worry, Faya's game is a secret, and no one dares to offend the high-dimensional civilization. Since it is an information exchange, you should give me some valuable information."
"Okay, let me think about it."
Daphne also leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes.
Yang Ming turned his head to look at her profile. Her crystal-clear, smooth skin and her slightly trembling long eyelashes looked like a red apple.
"As a partner, I can't tell you much because I have access to very little core intelligence."
Daphne said:
"Which aspect are you more interested in? Forget it, I'll share all this information with you.
“The news that shocked me the most was that my great uncle and his team had actually confirmed with the top leaders of the Free United States and the Guel Alliance that they had received orders from the Fayya people.
“The content of the orders is similar, that is, to defeat the Empire’s expeditionary corps head-on, weaken the Empire’s strength at all costs, and balance the military influence of the four major camps in the Milky Way.
"They also mentioned that the order was signed by the "Faya 's Game" project team."
Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, then burst into laughter.
He really couldn't understand the Fayya civilization.
What is the main purpose of Faya's game ? Isn't it to fill the population of the Milky Way? Or is it the so-called "possibility" that Faya brother has always emphasized?
This made Yang Ming a little confused.
Daphne whispered, "Besides that, the Imperial Guard system seems to be broken."
"Broken?"
"Yes, there have been several instances of poor response," Daphne said. "They should be rebuilding a new Imperial Guard system, an upgraded version of the Imperial Guard system?"
Yang Ming's expression was slightly amusing.
Daphne caught this keenly: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Yang Ming said with a calm smile, "It's okay to upgrade, it has nothing to do with us."
"Well, I think they rely too much on the Imperial Guard system."
"There's nothing we can do about it, Daphne," Yang Ming leaned towards her, "You have to remember one thing, the empire's territory is too large. If you want to rule such a large territory and span such a large spatial dimension, you must rely on some unconventional means."
"Well, I feel the same way."
Daphne smiled, turned her head and looked at Yang Ming, and then the two of them looked away at the same time.
"Is this all the information?" Yang Ming asked.
"The rest are trivial matters. Although the top management of the Foreign Affairs Bureau has been purged, the Foreign Affairs Bureau cannot stop operating, especially at a time like this when new elders have taken over the Foreign Affairs Bureau."
Daphne paused and sighed softly:
“We will probably have to rest for more than three months after this defeat.
"Now that the three great powers have joined forces, our situation will be very difficult. If we continue the war, we will inevitably pay a heavy price and the results we can achieve will be very limited.
"But if we retreat now, the empire's overall deterrence will be greatly reduced. It would be fine if the alliance of the three powers disbanded, but if they don't disband, the empire will be completely passive."
Yang Ming said: "This is an equal war. The Empire has fought too many asymmetric wars."
"But what we need is a clean war that can continuously deliver resources and population to the empire, rather than getting stuck in a quagmire that continuously consumes our resources and population," Daphne crossed her arms. "Three months may not be a big deal, but if it goes on for a long time, such as half a year, we will have problems of one kind or another."
Yang Ming nodded slowly.
He asked, "What do you think?"
"In the face of such a major event, personal political pursuits must be put aside," Daphne said, "I hope you can also have this awareness, Hanton. If you want the empire to protect your home planet, you must first ensure that it does not decline."
Yang Ming looked at Daphne: "Director Ino wants me to kill the top leaders of the three major powers?"
Daphne laughed. "As expected of you, you always think of using force to solve everything. That's useless. You only kill the person in power, not the power itself. The power structure will not be affected. Someone will soon take over and continue to follow the will of the dead politician. Just like our Foreign Affairs Bureau, it is said that the first thing the newly appointed great-uncle did was to check all the files of the dead person in charge and continue to promote the dozens of plans that were previously in progress."
Yang Ming's fingers trembled slightly.
Daphne sighed: "The Foreign Affairs Bureau may have to impose a high military fee on the vassal state next."
"Aren't you afraid of resistance from the vassal states?"
"Most of the vassal states are controlled by the Empire from the perspectives of politics, economy, military and culture. Only a small number of the stronger vassal states may have their own little thoughts," Daphne said. "I don't know much about these. The Foreign Affairs Bureau is usually where Rona and my sister are active."
Yang Ming nodded slightly and brought the topic back to the current war.
The two chatted intermittently, occasionally exchanging some unimportant information.
About half an hour later.
Yang Ming suddenly felt a little nervous.
He stood up from his seat and looked out the door with a frown.
He heard a strange heartbeat and felt an unspeakable desire, as if he wanted to tear open the alloy wall and rush through.
Ancient God Cell Group!
Yes, that's it.
Only this could make Yang Ming feel so impulsive.
Daphne watched carefully, keeping calm.
There was a knock on the door. Yang Ming rushed up, pulled open the thick explosion-proof door, and glared at the maid outside.
The maid was obviously startled and subconsciously handed the silver-white box in her hand forward. Yang Ming grabbed the box and held it tightly in his arms.
He knew that this was a bit exaggerated and immature, but the desire in his heart made him unable to control himself.
'Got it, get out of here.'
This thought came to Yang Ming’s mind.
But his sanity was still there, his rationality was not lost. He began to consciously adjust his breathing, adapting himself to the existence of this group of cells, and a swaying figure kept appearing in his mind.
Don’t be impatient, absolutely don’t be impatient.
He had to stay calm now. This could be a trap. If he ran away now, everything he had done before would be in vain.
What would happen if his strength doubled?
The light of the dreadnought's main gun flashed in Yang Ming's mind.
He was panting.
About three or five minutes later, Yang Ming picked up the box in his hand and gently stroked the edge of the box, as if he was caressing the skin of his lover.
“It’s wonderful, that’s the feeling.”
Daphne laughed and said, "You're a little out of control."
"What's wrong with losing composure?"
Yang Ming curled his lips slightly and walked back into the shielding layer. The maid quickly closed the explosion-proof door.
Yang Ming held the box, turned his head and stared at Daphne, and whispered, "Your great uncle asked you to observe me, right?"
There was a slight change in Daphne's expression.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "He gave this thing to me so readily, actually, just to see if I have the ability to use it, right?"
"Yes."
"I've gradually figured out your style of doing things," Yang Ming laughed, opened the box, and saw the familiar-shaped hourglass inside.
Antimatter bomb.
This thing seems to be standard equipment for the Ancient God Cell Group.
Yang Ming exhaled, closed the box, and slowly placed it next to Daphne's legs.
"I need a gene dissociation device," Yang Ming said, "Please ask Director Ino to help me make a device that Professor Kigrove once made and put it on my planet Sakaar. I will go to Sakaar for surgery later when the war is over."
"good."
Daphne smiled and said, "You really know how to make conditions."
"I deserve this," Yang Ming said with a smile, "It's great to work with the Sherman family."
Daphne asked, "So when are you going to proceed with our matter?"
"Do you have any needs?"
Daphne was stunned for a moment, then looked aside: "I can do anything."
"Then you wait a little longer," Yang Ming rubbed his eyes, "Catherine and I haven't broken up yet."
"Captain Catherine is a good woman," Daphne said suddenly, "Why don't I go negotiate with her?"
"Stay away from her," Yang Ming stared at Daphne, "You seem to be more interested in Catherine than me."
"Really?" Daphne laughed. "We are going to be husband and wife, dear."
Yang Ming curled his lips slightly: "I still have to sell myself. Let's go. The military is holding intensive meetings. This is a good opportunity for me to show my face to the generals."
Daphne stood up to see him off, and when Yang Ming opened the door, she held her hands up and bowed slightly to Yang Ming.
“Good luck with your work.”
Yang Ming: …
Fortunately, he didn't say "Yang Sang", otherwise he would have been distracted.
Honestly, do all the men in the empire have such a high status in their families? Do they not have to hand over their salary cards after marriage?
…
On the way back to the flagship, Yang Ming took the opportunity of riding on the ferry to send several text messages to Lu in one breath.
The Foreign Affairs Bureau is still pushing forward with its previous plans;
The arrogant Sherman family is experimenting with the Imperial Guard System 2.0;
The Empire will impose high military costs on its vassal states.
Lu also sent some information, all about the Foreign Affairs Bureau.
Although the Foreign Affairs Bureau's plan to strangle Luo Feng was delayed for a while, now, this plan seems to be still in effect. Luo Feng's environment relaxed a little, but began to become tense again.
This is really endless.
Moreover, Lu also made some not-so-good predictions.
The empire is now at a disadvantage on the front battlefield, which not only gives Luo Feng an opportunity but also creates new challenges for him.
The Luofeng Alliance has expanded outward for the second time, opening up a direct route with the United Kingdom of Nonar. Now, the Luofeng Alliance already has nine political systems, with Luofeng as the absolute center internally and each political system helping each other externally. The next step is how to divide the United Kingdom of Nonar and the military upgrades of the member states of the Luofeng Alliance.
Time, all of this takes time.
Lu calculated that even if he relied on mechanical civilization, it would take two to three years to achieve the set goals.
Luo Feng must survive for two or three years under the stranglehold of the empire.
[Law, be prepared for both situations. If Luofeng encounters a problem, Dark Star will enter an undeveloped area and operate independently.]
【yes.】
Yang Ming exhaled softly.
In the dim cabin, his expression was a little uncertain.
[Boss, the latest news is that the Foreign Affairs Bureau is about to summon the emperors and kings of all vassal states to hold a fundraising ceremony in the Imperial Star Circle to raise military funds for the empire.]
Yang Ming frowned subconsciously.
[Law, don't let Edwang go. Don't forget the lesson of Edwang's father. Let him take a sick leave or something. Pay the money he should pay. Cooperate with everything.]
【yes.】
