Chapter 435: 199 East Wind, Forward 3_2
The greatest significance of conquering the Sherman Empire was that, when one reached the pinnacle, the invincible fleet of the Sherman Empire could be used at one’s disposal.
They all were contenders in the Intelligent chanic Dusk, and the legend created by Levi Sherman could possibly be achieved by them as well.
“Never lose the courage to challenge the strong.”
—Kolev whispered softly in his ear.
“I want this country to truly be independent and autonomous, so that humans born in this nation can live with dignity.”
—The light in Edwan’s eyes when he said this was sothing that Yang Ming found unforgettable to this day.
Yang Ming slowly sat up.
He licked his sowhat chapped lips as the lights on the bridge gradually returned, and the instrunts quietly operated all around.
Yang Ming walked toward the captain’s chair and the piloting console.
“I want to go to the New Federation to study economic knowledge, and then use what I’ve learned to build this nation, just like my dad.”
—Windsor, wearing a silky nightgown, had once earnestly said this in front of him.
“I want to beco the most powerful pirate in the Milky Way, forming a true fleet of freedom.”
—This was Mimili’s ambition and aspiration.
Yang Ming sat down calmly, adjusted the angle of the chair back, and several projection screens popped up in front of him.
026, in a tight combat suit, jogged to sit behind the fire control console nearby, calmly tugging the front zipper down a bit to avoid being deed too conservatively dressed again.
“Ming, is there sothing you particularly want to do? I always feel like you’re busy, but your goals seem undefined.”
“Boss, today is another energetic day!”
“rge with , Yang Ming.”
Yang Ming exhaled lightly with his eyes closed, and the ripples in his heart quickly settled into tranquility.
He had already laid out the route forward, gripping the control stick and gently pushing it forward.
The Faya Civilization could only determine the beginning of this fate, but not its final path.
“I will enter the Sherman Empire, to seize the power and resources sufficient for
to continue surviving in the future.”
He was sure this was the path he chose for himself.
“East Wind, advance by three.”
…
Allison was feeling restless recently.
Of course, in various political tasks and departnt etings, he still appeared as brilliant, with clear thinking, advocating for democracy, and making the old politicians feel very comfortable.
What troubled Allison was the email he received before.
The alleged resurrection of the Third Pioneers brought imnse pressure to Allison.
Lately, he had been restraining himself, avoiding any unnecessary actions that might expose his identity.
The technical team around him was trustworthy, and these close associates had been ntally branded by him, absolutely loyal to him and his ho planet.
What Allison most wanted to do now was fly to the Guel Alliance and capture that guy who threatened retaliation.
That damned bastard.
Threatening with each other’s ho planet as a wager!
Of course, he had to admit, his heavy-handed ans were indeed a bit extre.
Allison leaned back in the soft rear seat of his luxury car, rubbing his forehead and sighing lightly.
“Boss,” the middle-aged man in the passenger seat asked in a deep voice, “have you been following the news about the White Ghost?”
“Any new updates?”
“Sa as before,” the middle-aged man replied slowly, “but according to the latest speculation and so intel shared by the Central Intelligence Agency, we’ve roughly deduced that the White Ghost originated from the Kigrov experintal ship, the one that researched the Ancient God Life Form, had an accident, and ultimately created the humanoid Ancient God Valkyrie on that experintal ship.”
Allison frowned.
He suddenly thought of sothing.
Allison pulled out a sowhat old but absolutely secure electronic notebook from his inner pocket, opening several files consecutively.
‘Valkyrie,’ ‘Ancient God Life Form,’ ‘White Ghost,’ ‘Biochemical Modifications.’
He had been following these keywords recently, and suddenly realized there seed to be so mory deep in his mind.
It was the impression from the “Abyss” ga.
Yes, that’s it.
Allison took out a vial from his pocket, sprayed it into his mouth, and then waited quietly for a few minutes.
His brain began to activate, with ssages popping up continuously.
Valkyrie, a BOSS from a team epic instance in the Empire faction, she should be on an old research ship, her creator Kigrov went to great lengths to trap her on that research ship, secretly floating at the Empire’s border.
At lower levels, without faction conflict enabled, they could visit there for instance raids.
However, Allison didn’t belong to the ‘Combat Strategy Departnt,’ he was responsible for ‘Cultural Heritage’ and ‘Organizational Mobilization,’ having only seen the instance introduction and cutscenes for this instance.
Did the Valkyrie leave that ship?
There seed to be a deviation from the original storyline there… such a change, Allison had also created before.
Was the White Ghost really another Pioneer?
Allison leaned back in the seat, unable to speak for a long ti.
The drug’s effect began to fade, his mory once again blurred, and Allison quickly recorded lines of text in the electronic docunts.
Soon, he groaned in pain as the drug’s side effects set in, his head aching relentlessly as he clutched his forehead, curling up in the backseat.
The experienced driver and the assistant beside him frowned at this scene, but did nothing to help.
More than ten minutes passed.
“How long until the next eting?”
Allison asked, his face pale.
“Half an hour, boss.”
“I’ll rest for fifteen minutes, set a tir to wake
up. Also… release the news on the Sherman network that the White Ghost is an inferior life form to the Valkyrie, and he could lose control at any mont, growing into a violent Ancient God Life Form, possessing planet-level destructive capabilities.”
“Yes, boss.”
“The other side possesses strong public opinion warfare capabilities,” Allison said, “go all out, but also keep it discreet.”
“Understood.”
…
In the northwest corner of the vast Star Domain of the Sherman Empire, on a heavy industrial planet nad Saka.
A stretch limousine glided over the muddy ground, the heat from the hover engine quickly lting the freshly frozen earth.
Yang Ming, wearing a brown coat and a felt hat, had his handso features belonging to Hanton slightly overshadowed by a light makeup, adding a scholarly air.
The glasses on his nose were the highest-tech spy equipnt by today’s Dark Star standards, serving as the primary device for his upcoming communications with Lyu.
026 had extended her short shoulder-length hair into a full head of flowing hair, tied into twin ponytails, her small round face exuding endless innocence and vitality.
The East Wind had already taken a large number of chanical Guards to a distant barren planet to establish the ‘exclusive base’ for the White Ghost.
Yang Ming now essentially had no way out.
Bringing 026 along was also a well-considered decision.
Firstly, Yang Ming mustn’t display too many peculiar traits and had to maintain the guise of an ordinary person.
026 used a detection-proof simulated skin to cover the chanical spine, now taking on the role of Yang Ming’s personal assistant and bodyguard, and could often act as Lyu’s ssenger and a local network connection bridge invaded by Lyu.
Secondly, 026’s adaptability to human society surpassed that of chanical thought bodies and simulated robots like Dabichi by far.
The limo slowly ca to a halt in front of a dusty tavern.
The tavern was filled with a cacophony of shouting.
Yang Ming glanced at 026, who opened the car door imdiately.
Her little leather boots carefully avoided the puddles on the ground, and the biting wind combined with slightly higher than standard gravity made her frown lightly.
When she walked to the entrance on tiptoe, peeking inside for a while, she timidly called out to the few intoxicated people:
“Um, is Viscount Saka here?”
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