"This information originates from Lion Heart Island. Currently, the space structure is stable, the chanical Dream-Subrging Holy Artifact is operating normally, text credibility: 100%."
The system panel accurately translated all the Empire texts suspended in mid-air.
chanical Dream-Subrging Holy Artifact...
Can emotionless machines also dream? Is the Empire really able to transmit information within a chanical dream?
Lin Lan’s eyes were filled with wonder. Goodness gracious, truly an Empire with such deep resources, they really have so tricks...
He stared at the hazy text, lost in thought.
According to Ed, in this world, information transmission itself is an extrely difficult technology...
Could it be that the Empire’s technology has made so kind of breakthrough?
"Lin Lan..."
Lucia gently tugged at the boy’s hand, tiptoeing to whisper, "Should we find a way to stop that bad guy from reporting on the Ark?"
"It’s fine, our Ark doesn’t need to hide right now."
Lin Lan had already shifted his attention to the floating information, winking at the Witch with a light laugh, "Let’s keep watching, maybe we’ll gain an unexpected reward."
Lucia nodded happily.
anwhile, No. 444 was also watching the mysterious Ark Leader outside the space.
What exactly was the other party doing... why were they so hesitant to respond?
The invisible pressure continuously lingered in the Hunter’s mind.
The next mont, No. 444’s heart skipped a beat as he finally noticed the gaze from Lord Roland and the short Witch!
Were they looking at him? Looking at him, hidden by the chanical Dream?
No. 444 swallowed in the dream.
Impossible... absolutely impossible... not even the Grey-clothed Secret Guard can observe the chanical dream...
At this mont, the Imperial Duke’s information relayed once more.
Frost Falcon: "100% space stability... unbelievable, the Ark actually defeated the proto-celestial calamity... How did Roland do it? What are the casualties in the Ark Country?"
Night Owl No. 444: "Sorry, my lord, I’m not aware of what happened deep in the Royal Palace, but currently, only one Ark Warrior is injured in battle..."
The man typed quickly, soon transmitting everything he had witnessed.
Frost Falcon: "The cooperation suggestion I ntioned earlier, how did Roland respond?"
Blood Vulture: "Stop trying for so-called ’cooperation,’ Frost Falcon, you’re still as hesitant as ever."
Suddenly, another line of twisted text joined the dialogue,
Lin Lan’s gaze sharpened; the chanical creation’s communication clearly involved more than one party.
Blood Vulture: "I roughly understand the situation now. The Ark has just battled with the celestial calamity, and this is when Lord Roland is at his weakest, Frost Falcon, what are you still concerned about?"
Frost Falcon: "We still don’t know where the Heavy Armored Warriors beside Roland hail from, Blood Vulture Duke, I think negotiations would be the best choice first."
Blood Vulture: "We’re already a step behind, the Alliance has long colluded with the Ark. Dragging on will only create more enemies!"
Blood Vulture: "I’ve long expressed my view in the council, the Empire should send several Hunters to the Ark, find a way to assassinate that Ark Leader, create more chaos, and take the chance to seize back the ’Empire-style’ chanical War Chariot."
Frost Falcon: "We’ve already made too many enemies. Why are you so impatient, Blood Vulture? This doesn’t align with your usual shrewd style."
Blood Vulture was silent for a mont.
Blood Vulture: "Because the Prophet has foretold a new prophecy."
Blood Vulture: "This is the Empire’s highest secret, absolutely must not be leaked to anyone!"
Lin Lan’s eyes lit up.
Frost Falcon: "Don’t worry, no one in this world can peek into the chanical Dream, feel free to speak."
Blood Vulture: "We don’t have ti; if we don’t eliminate the nascent Ark soon, the Mad Emperor’s will shall awaken in the Ark!"
Frost Falcon: "What is the basis of this calculation?"
Blood Vulture: "The King of Pirates, Black-winged Calamity Master, has always been searching for the Plumbum White but is now appearing on Ark territory. Isn’t that telling enough?"
Raven: "Blood... Vulture... you fool..."
"This information originates from the Extre North Permafrost. Currently, the space structure is abnormal, the chanical Dream-Subrging Holy Artifact is malfunctioning, text credibility: 1%."
Another high-ranking empire mber joined the conversation
Raven: "Princess Valentina... has never made a wrong decision..."
Blood Vulture: "Shut up, Raven! You old madman from the bygone era should just die in the northernmost permafrost!"
Even when No. 444 stopped reporting, those texts continued to intertwine over the Dream chanical Holy Artifact, the dukes arguing vehently, within a short ti, the dream bubble’s information capacity reached its limit.
No. 444, feeling dizzy, gritted his teeth, quietly awaiting the dukes’ orders.
But sohow, he felt uneasy.
Having faced off against the Nightmare Demon that engulfed the icefield and the Alliance Legion manipulating Alchemy Magic, none of those powerful enemies ever gave No. 444 such a terrifying feeling.
The founder of Ark Country was undoubtedly a monster.
No. 444’s intuition told him, should he act recklessly with the active machinery now, it would certainly be himself who pays the price...
The opposing party was no prey, but the world’s apex predator.
Luckily, even if the Golden Armored Giant could destroy this active chanical ’Night Owl,’ he could still transfer the chanical Dream to a backup machine in ti...
Blood Vulture: "Enough! No. 444, tell Lord Roland’s current state now!"
No. 444 hesitated for a mont, replying truthfully: "The Ark Leader now stands before the active machine, he appears sowhat weak, full of flaws..."
Blood Vulture: "Then what are you waiting for? Just one swing and the boy ahead will be decapitated! The opportunity is before you!"
Blood Vulture: "I hereby exercise my special authority, No. 444, seize the chance and issue the command to act on the active machine!"
Raven and Frost Falcon fell silent.
Night Owl No. 444 endured the dizziness caused by the information, gritting his teeth: "Yes, Duke."
However, the next mont, the man’s eyes widened as he saw the three-ter-tall Golden Armored Warrior extend his arm, the gray-haired boy in his palm waving a dinner knife.
In the next second, an exaggerated gap was torn in the ’chanical Dream’ that didn’t exist in the present world. Lin Lan stepped forward, entering the narrow silver-white space.
He glanced around at the wondrous surroundings, clicking his tongue in amazent.
Night Owl No. 444 was already frozen in place.
"You..."
The man’s face turned drastically, all his unease finally turning into absurd reality: "How did you get in here?!"
"Calm down, No. 444."
Lin Lan smiled: "I actually have no malice. I’m just purely interested in this Holy Artifact."
The man felt as if plunged into an ice cave, subconsciously wanting to fight to the death. But upon seeing the bloodstained dinner knife in the boy’s hand, he inexplicably lost all his strength, as if the knife was the ’nesis’ of all anomalies.
"Humph! Scared now? Do you think you can plot anything under Lin Lan’s nose?"
Lucia, hiding behind Ota, bounced around, waving her fist to impose: "I suggest you behave yourself!"
"I will never reveal any secrets about the Empire to you."
No. 444 showed a resigned deanor, prepared to die.
"I don’t need you to reveal any secrets."
Lin Lan turned his gaze to the text floating in the bizarre dream: "Next, you just need to help pass a few words along."
Blood Vulture: "No. 444?"
Night Owl No. 444: "Hello everyone~"
In that instant, Frost Falcon and Blood Vulture’s hearts stopped, the shifting texts seed to carry a hair-raising smile.
Night Owl No. 444: "I am none other than the Lord Roland you all long for!ヽ(￣▽￣)ﾉ"
"This information originates from ????, current space structure ????, the chanical Dream-Subrging Holy Artifact is operating ????, text credibility: 1000%."
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