The detailed trade dealings between the Hippocrates Chamber of Comrce and the City of Ur were proactively disclosed by the Chamber of Comrce three days later.
Hmm, it’s indeed quite strange to think about.
Though Neutral City-States have "laws" and a market economy, the laws here haven’t been refined to the extent of having a "Securities Act," nor is the market flourishing enough to support a "financial market," and regulatory bodies are non-existent.
However, the Hermo Association indeed periodically discloses its business conditions to the public, along with temporary reports on "significant events that may greatly affect stock prices."
Yet here, this isn’t so conspicuous.
The Fourth Martial God once proposed a sche, naly "pretending that the past society is still functioning normally."
The era faced by the Fourth Martial God was vastly different from today.
Back then, the remnants of the old days and their first-generation offspring still comprised the overwhelming majority of the population. Most people had the slightest idea of "the past society."
Alas, the foundation of human mutual trust in the old days had already been crushed.
Masquerading as others had beco a very simple thing, and so had already succeeded in this way to usurp nations.
There was simply no way for humanity to return to the past.
The performance of the old systems convinced people that it was incapable of dealing with such special events—humanity had lost faith in it.
Solid failures.
The entities built in the collective imagination fear this kind of thing the most.
The initial goal of the Fourth Martial God was "to quickly rebuild society," then accumulate martial power by utilizing organized productivity. He instructed people to "pretend that society is still operating" and to act according to past practices.
During this process, the malfunctioning caused by "power vacuums" would naturally reveal itself. Naturally, so dynamic forces would step in to fill the void. At that ti, people are encouraged to sit down once more and carefully discern these forces that "fill the void."
The Fourth Martial God indeed created a glorious city in the shortest ti possible.
Regarding later events, basically everyone in the Solar System knows.
King Aqini shattered the Fourth Martial God, along with the Space City and the last bit of old splendor.
A few survivors experienced a prolonged escape and joined forces with the feigned-dead castaways of the Asteroid Belt to establish the current Space City-State.
"Pretending that the past society still exists and following once aningful rules" is not sothing incomprehensible for Neutral City-States.
The Hermo Association does this rely to demonstrate that "our comrcial organization can safeguard investors’ interests," in addition to showcasing more scattered resources in neutral territories.
Incidentally, there’s also the creation of a "brand effect."
According to the conception put forward by the Fourth Martial God, soon voices will question the authenticity of Hermo Association’s disclosed data, and naturally, Hermo Association will also seek ways to prove this point.
Under the supervision and guidance of chivalrous powers, such things repeat themselves continuously, and the missing parts of system operations are gradually filled. At this point, an organizational form capable of being accepted by everyone and able to so extent resist internal corruption and theft will gradually erge.
The Fourth Martial God also admitted that this was an overly idealistic proposal, even too naive.
To this day, there remain unextinguished blockchains online that record the internal conflicts of several Space Cities, various disputes among circles and groups, and the arduous negotiation process between them.
"But it’s a pity the majority of humans in that era naively thought ’humanity had suffered enough from war’—just look at people today." Tumor Xiang Shan sharply comnted on Hermo Association’s report, "Aside from ’living toward death,’ they don’t know any other way to survive."
The warriors of the City of Ur chose to sell off their entire holand they built.
All resources of the City of Ur that couldn’t be committed to war were sold to Hermo Association to exchange for resources "usable for battle" and to pay for the relocation costs of non-warrior mbers.
Regardless of the outco of this battle, all "non-private assets" of the City of Ur would belong to the Hermo Association.
Of course, there’s also a precondition: "if the City of Ur still exists."
Nobody knows whether King Aqini will blast this Space City, boldly resisting him, into oblivion with a single shot.
Upon hearing this news, the Space City-State Chaldea even erupted into several small-scale internal conflicts.
Residents advocating for "expelling warriors from the City of Ur and sending non-hostile declarations to King Aqini" out of fear and those advocating for "seeking revenge against the Protectors" had erupted into two shootouts in recent days.
At the sa ti, the port was also crowded with people trying to escape.
Many expressed in despair that King Aqini would certainly blast Chaldea apart as well.
Those wanting to survive must flee as quickly as possible.
However, most of the city’s surplus transport capacity has already been rented out to the Hippocrates Chamber of Comrce.
One by one, small cargo ships carrying supplies like potions and chemical fuels urgently needed by Ur are heading there, and at the sa ti, they are to be loaded with passengers heading to other cities.
A large number of people attempting to flee remained stranded at the port.
This in turn created further social issues.
"This place, PTSD per capita. So people’s stress response is ’battle,’ while others it’s ’flee.’
"Jeanne asked, "So what do you think should be done normally? How would you describe rational behavior?"
"Of course, ’orderly evacuation.’" Xiang Shan’s hallucination sat on a small illusionary pony stool, flipping through large swaths of data related to the Hermo Association as if reading old newspapers.
"Isn’t that also fleeing?"
"Isn’t that obvious? You expect things like Hartman to adhere to the humanitarian principles and international law of not attacking non-combatants? Hell, this was nothing more than slightly thicker waste paper in the old days, let alone in this era."
Xiang Shan shook his head, "I would also run, but, you see, an orderly evacuation is obviously more efficient. But compared to this, the Hermo Association is quite interesting."
Jeanne asked, "Are you saying there’s a problem with the Hermo Association?"
"Not really. It’s just that I sll the familiar stench of scum." Xiang Shan clicked his tongue in wonder, "The data they publish is probably true, given that their goal is sothing lofty like ’reshaping societal consciousness’ instead of just making a quick buck and then running. But they’re clearly not so honest."
"A scam?"
"Not exactly. It’s just that their public data is ticulously organized, and it can easily mislead those who don’t understand, making them think their enterprise is thriving, and investing in them would be fail-proof." Xiang Shan’s expression bore three parts satire and three parts self-mockery, resembling a painter’s palette in complexity. "Speaking of which, has this area developed a secondary market for stocks? If not, then... unprofitable is probably unlikely, but when you can recoup your investnt is another question."
"The bulk of the Hemmo Association’s resources are in the ’non-disclosure’ or ’delayed disclosure’ parts. The Hemmo Association even diverts resources from ’regular business’ to this ’core comrcial secret.’ Anyone with a bit of knowledge might guess that this association is planning sothing big..."
"But I can see right away that this ’core business’ is sothing that’s not going to make money back. And frankly, talking about it here in this Neutral City-State won’t gain you any favor."
"Support the chivalry? But the heroes who co here don’t have much contact with the Hemmo Association either. Simply building one’s martial power isn’t really an ’unacceptable thing’ to the Neutral City-State, is it? It can’t just be for so shady Scientific Knights, right..."
While Xiang Shan pondered, Jeanne suddenly felt a darkness before her eyes...no, to be precise, it’s described as "the vision narrowing, with black edges framing the field of sight."
"Alas, this disease is incurable." Xiang Shan chuckled at himself and naturally entered ditative absorption.
The foundation of Tumor Xiang Shan consists of a cluster of neural tissue whose oncogenes have been activated, with very active growth and division behavior. It’s for this reason that Tumor Xiang Shan could quickly grow into an independent personality.
However, this growth is unbridled.
The suppressor genes in the mutated neural tissue didn’t correspondingly increase in activity; it’s like having brakes, but $30 brakes definitely can’t bring a car going at 130 miles per hour to a sudden stop.
Xiang Shan will only continue to grow larger.
"How much ti do we have left?" Xiang Shan sighed.
At this mont, Jeanne suddenly laughed, "Old thing...if it’s truly impossible...I don’t mind anymore."
"Mind what? You better clarify." Xiang Shan said as if he’d swallowed sothing foul, "What do you an you don’t mind anymore? I do mind! And co to think of it, I’m still just a bunch of tumors. Do you think that if you disappear, the Thirteenth Martial God erges? Nonsense! It’ll just be a terminal brain tumor version of Xiang Shan!"
"The potion that can cure this Xiang Shan can surely save you now. So, you’re not allowed to give up!"
Jeanne shook her head, "Don’t you constantly say that you have to prepare for the worst? Li Zheyuan doesn’t seem like much of a researcher—didn’t you say before, the reason we kidnapped him was that we couldn’t get anyone better?"
"Right."
"Because of the impending war, even labs that could take on external contracts have to move, right?" Jeanne asked, "You just thought of this, didn’t you? Li Zheyuan’s original plans for research probably won’t be completed."
"Sigh." Xiang Shan sighed silently, without speaking.
"If you’re not mistaken, we can’t continue to hibernate here either."
"There are plenty of celestial bodies in the Asteroid Belt; just get a little spaceship and hide next to a small body. Old Dog Hartman wouldn’t bother shooting at such a small ship." Xiang Shan said, "The fuel cost for decelerating, changing direction, and accelerating the fleet again could buy dozens of such small ships."
"But that would be waiting for death. Without the laboratory in the Neutral City-State..."
"Then we go to Mars," Xiang Shan said, "Mars is in turmoil now, aning there are more opportunities."
Upon waking, strange news kept coming in waves. The Twelfth Martial God on Earth had won a great victory, while Mars was in chaos due to the Fifth Martial God—seems like there’s so AI matter involved too.
"Stowing away on a small spaceship would take several months, maybe half a year, and during the stowaway process, you’d have to operate silently for a period, approaching by inertia..." Jeanne said.
"Girl, I know you want to seek vengeance on that bastard Hartman, but we have to live well—living well ans doing aningful things." Xiang Shan’s expression beca serious, "In our current situation, dragging each other back, with just half an Internal Heavenly Layer Prosthetic Body, charging to fight against the Sky Star Fleet isn’t aningful, is it? We’d be lucky to avoid the guardian planes, let alone get close to King Aqini’s iron shell."
"What about the people of the City of Ur?"
"Frankly speaking, their preliminary preparations for the battlefield are more aningful than jumping in themselves. The most significant aspect is the ti they’ve managed to buy and the supplies they’ve brought along." Xiang Shan shook his head.
Jeanne felt that the Xiang Shan in her heart must be looking at her own self.
Xiang Shan asked, "Do you really just want to confront Hartman?"
Jeanne was silent for a mont, then slowly nodded, "I know this might not be very rational, but..." She gazed at the spaceport in the distance through the caras positioned on the periter of their outpost. The caras’ resolution was insufficient here, and all she could see were two masses of black people clashing together.
"I feel like...maybe I’m quite similar to those residents?"
"All backstabbed by that Old Dog Hartman, right?" Xiang Shan irritably scratched his head, "Truly...now I’m feeling a sense of empathy."
"I don’t know..." Jeanne pondered for a mont before asking, "Xiang Shan, I think I understand that this isn’t very rational. But I feel that sothing needs to be done now—it’s as if I saw a chance to make that bastard King Aqini suffer."
"We’ve been running for so many years..." Xiang Shan suddenly paused, "Yes. A aningful life consists of aningful things. Just running doesn’t carry much aning."
He could already feel Jeanne’s determination.
The will to fight.
This is the best chance to inflict pain upon King Aqini.
So he didn’t want to run.
"By the way, haven’t we never talked about such topics?" Jeanne asked, "You’re a Xiang Shan...every Xiang Shan aims to change the world, right? In the beginning, you even said, ’If I need your brain, I’ll just take it’ or sothing like that."
"...Can we not ntion that?" Xiang Shan shook his head, "Struggling to survive is an innate instinct of every creature and the most fundantal driving force. Above that, yes, I want to do sothing about this world—but to be honest, when realizing I was born from so conspiracy, I gave up the path a usual Xiang Shan would take, because I suspected that might be the purpose of the people who created ."
"I don’t trust any Martial God born after , because I would question whether they are like ...hmm, thinking carefully, it’s indeed my self-indulgent sentint. I’m afraid this is being pushed in the shadows, afraid that after I disappear, the mastermind behind the scenes will truly succeed. However, actually, old Twelve did way better than I did...he couldn’t possibly be from the Six Dragons Sect, because the damage he caused them was to such an extent, exposing their very foundation. He almost eliminated Haya, and Zhuan Leibin was also slain by him."
Xiang Shan had to seriously consider this issue.
Here, at this crucial juncture of war...
What could he and Jeanne accomplish?
Could they achieve more elsewhere?
Xiang Shan nodded, "Jeanne, I must say you have grown significantly. Just a few months ago, I taught you to ’draw confidence from victory,’ and now you can inspire my fighting spirit in return. On the contrary, I’ve fallen into your negative thinking, tsk tsk—if you continue to live, you might even surpass soday."
"So, are we going to do this?"
"Was there any doubt?" Xiang Shan nodded, "We’ve been tracing all along to uncover the truth of the events, to survive, and most importantly, to avenge the past. The Twelfth Martial God has already severely damaged the Six Dragons Sect; Mars is in chaos now, and the Fifth Martial God is active there. Perhaps we can count on the Fifth Martial God...so now, amongst our enemies, only one remains, with no signs of defeat yet..."
Now that our path for survival has beco exceedingly constricted due to King Aqini’s arrival...
"Then let’s fight." Jeanne said softly.
"Indeed, we should do sothing." Xiang Shan nodded, "Then the first step is to probably go to the Hemmo Association first."
"Huh?"
"In any case, we need to find a way to convey all we’ve learned about the Six Dragons Sect over the years to the Fifth Martial God—if he truly is a Xiang Shan." Tumor Xiang Shan said, "What we’ve done all these years has so significance. As for what to do next, that’s for the future."
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In the upper part of Chaldea City-State, within a confined space.
This place is suspended by eight chains at the corner between two pieces of battleship outer armor, near the northernmost end of Chaldea City-State.
Less than three hundred ters from here, there is a set of three independent small exits. This piece of outer armor originally neighbored the battleship hangar — during the era of the Sixth Martial God and Seventh Martial God, deep space battleships hadn’t developed to today’s extre, and among the fleet, there were also types carrying nurous escort vessels.
The Hippocrates Chamber of Comrce has taken control of this independent exit and established its own small spaceport outside. The warehouse nearby is also owned by the Hermocrates Association.
These privileges were given as a "token of friendship," awarded by Chaldea’s official authority to the Hippocrates Chamber of Comrce, in recognition of the chamber’s achievents during the city-state’s developnt.
The headquarters of Hermo Association is located here.
It’s a silver box with two exits, and apart from that, only has a black paint resembling the logo of Superman Enterprise in tripartite division.
This place is closed all year round, and there’s no lighting inside.
Until a Martial Artist outside opens the door, and light floods in here.
The Martial Artist holding up a lamp searches around, finally finding the person suspended in mid-air by data cables.
Due to Chaldea’s extrely low gravity, even an unlatched interface structure can support the hanging of a Cybernetically Enhanced Person using friction alone. His hands and feet naturally droop, appearing like a corpse floating in water.
The Martial Artist kicks him without hesitation: "Chairman, ti to work."
"Damn." The chairman of the Hippocrates Chamber of Comrce jolts his upper body, and the data cable disconnects from his back.
"Junk information will eventually turn your brain into white noise." The Martial Artist kicks him to the door: "Do so work, will you."
"The chamber’s major direction and total planning are already set; what’s left is rely work that AI could handle..." the chairman grumbles, "My dear operations manager, isn’t there a better ti to find ?"
"Even if there’s nothing to do, find sothing for to do. If not, plan so escape routes." The operation manager says, "It’s also fine to escape early. Either way, we can’t stay here."
She sighs slightly: "I stayed under King Aqini’s cannon for a few hours. He certainly wouldn’t mind hitting this place."
"That won’t happen for days. At least seventeen or eighteen days before they can bring Chaldea within striking range. Before that, they can’t touch here..." the chairman stretches his body, "Ouch, ouch, will the lubricant solidify? Looks like I haven’t moved for too long."
The two walk along the battleship outer armor, with electromagnets underfoot providing necessary assistance. They walk a few steps and then connect to a wireless signal. An external cara belonging to the chamber moves twice, locating the target.
Toward the sun, a silver mist appears in the universe.
That is a cluster of tallic dust.
The people of Ur are conducting preliminary battlefield arrangents.
According to the plan, the people of Ur, Hermo Association, and the local League of Heroes completed this project together. They would deploy tallic dust at a density of 0.01g per cubic ter in the universe, approximately forming several irregular clusters hundreds of kiloters long and wide, tens of ters thick, along with so scattered tal clouds.
Equivalent to a naval carrier with a small portion of a battle group of tal, it will be made into granules and scattered in this space.
"Fortunately, this place was already a battlefield relic, not lacking in scrap tal." The chairman looks into the distance, sighing, "All the resources we’ve accumulated over the years are going into this. Sigh, it absolutely has to work."
For Hartman, clearing a path through the maze of this tallic cloud group could often be achieved with just a few rounds. No matter how high the tal dust’s reflection or refraction capabilities are, they can’t withstand battleship weapons, and upon attack, they will quickly subli into high-temperature gas.
Passing through heated tal gas might indeed cause so damage to the outer armor, but that’s it. You can’t expect 0.01g per cubic ter of hot gas to burn through battleship outer armor.
Unless a battleship forgets to retract its heat radiator on the way.
If the Black Fleet Prosthetics Followers can’t arrive here earlier than the Sky Star Fleet, the small combat unit assembled by City of Ur poses virtually no threat to the Sky Star Fleet. Everything will be wasted.
The operations manager says: "We should be able to do more..."
"Winter, I know you hold deep grudges against that old dog Hartman, but, we really can’t do more." The chairman shakes his head, "By the way, any new information from Sister Zhu on Mars?"
"No..." The manager called "Winter" shakes her head.
"That’s regrettable." The chairman sighs, "That woman... I’ve felt sothing odd about her before. Recently, she’s been contacting us more frequently, almost changing her style. If she could pull out so sort of special plan, secretly accumulated resources... what am I dreaming of. By the way, about Mars, is there any new information from your brother?"
The manager shakes her head: "All the relay signal satellites around Mars have been blown up by the governnt. The delay and packet loss rate of ultra-long-range electromagnetic signals are too high, and whether any information from Mars can reach us, and how much, is all down to luck."
"Tsk..." The chairman sits cross-legged against the wall, looking up at the inverted city, "Dongzi, what was the purpose of pulling up this ti? I’m a disabled person, can’t do much..."
Winter presses her forehead: "You... your lubricant will indeed solidify if you keep absorbing junk information!"
"I truly don’t need to move in my usual work!"
"You barely have First Heavenly Layer standards now, don’t you?"
"I get it, you’re upset with not placing us on the battlefield." The chairman shakes his head, "We are the least suited First Heavenly Layer Martial Artists of the Solar System to fight in fleet battlefields. Your skill domains overlap intensely with King Aqini, each strong point being crushed. I, as a professional manager, am here for business-oriented tasks. Sister Zhu picked for this mission. We’re not needed to cause chaos there."
"Then I want to go to Mars..."
"Given the current situation, if you go to Mars, halfway through the Solar System, things might radically change." The chairman calmly advises, "By then, there might indeed be places you could be useful, but you’d be stuck midway, without fuel for a fast return."
Winter hesitates to speak.
"Don’t lose your cool, Winter." The chairman says calmly, "The closer Hartman gets, the calr we need to be. Everyone here holds deep hatred against him. If you can’t calm down, go optimize the transport tasks, maybe squeeze a few cabins to escape with a hundred Chaldeans or so."
Winter nods, suddenly reacts, raising her voice: "That’s your job!"
"Oh dear... I’m giving you tasks for self-training to calm you down! Elder, this is good for you!"
The current chairman of the Hippocrates Chamber of Comrce is not its founder. He or she is a ’professional manager’ appointed here by Zhu Xinyu — anyway, that’s how the chairman refers to himself.
The chamber has grown under his leadership, a developnt in less than twenty years.
Yet Winter has been here much earlier.
Winter used to be a friend of the Eighth Martial God, receiving his teachings. During the Ninth Martial God’s ti, Winter and other Heroes influenced by the Eighth Martial God also responded in the inner Solar System. But with the defeat of the Ninth Martial God, they took hits as well, suffering great losses. Winter lost several children she had raised near her hotown.
Afterward, Winter unexpectedly received a connection from "Turing" Zhu Xinyu.
The Internal Martial Arts left by the Eighth Martial God were in the sa line — the Eighth Martial God was Xiang Shan in Zhu Xinyu’s mory, with Zhu Xinyu’s perception comprising significant proportions in its components.
Zhu Xinyu hopes these people can assist her in executing a plan. She needs others’ help to do things she finds inconvenient to do herself.
The partner of the Eighth Martial God, whose path is similar to that of the Turing disciples, is the ideal assistant.
Moreover, this group doesn’t have deep connections with ordinary heroes.
Zhu Xinyu seems to need a force that won’t draw attention to carry out so secretive tasks.
The Hippocrates Chamber of Comrce’s business in potions and research outsourcing over the years was all ant to cover Zhu Xinyu’s real objectives.
Even Winter doesn’t know the whole picture; he only knows it might involve clinical trials related to inner strength.
Another force is lurking on Mars, helping Zhu Xinyu steal the Scientific Knight Order’s technological achievents.
"The Fifth Martial God doesn’t know what’s going on either..."
"Hasn’t Sister Zhu sent any intelligence from Mars? The reaction to King Aqini’s situation was swift enough," the president shook his head.
At this mont, he suddenly caught a glimr in the sky.
The external cara was facing the direction of the sun. On the outskirts of the dazzling sunlight, an unexpected flash appeared.
"That direction..." the president nodded, "At least the ’so-called small fleet hindering the Sky Star Fleet’s deceleration’ truly exists. Let’s see how much they can achieve."
In space, Little Sandelier also saw that flash.
He saluted in that direction, a tribute to those headed for their demise.
The mysterious fleet daring to cut into the Sky Star Fleet’s acceleration path cannot possibly escape from the inner solar system now.
The Black Ship Righteous Followers can now arrive a step ahead of the Sky Star Fleet!
"Stop looking," said Old Sandelier, Little Sandelier’s father, "co over here and help with setting up the trick mines."
The appearance of space trick mines differs greatly from conventional naval mines. They even sowhat resemble nerve cells—the body of the trick mines extends two or three kiloters-long cables. These cables contain magnetism and retract quickly upon contact with a warship, slamming the body of the trick mine into the ship. The cables can also branch out.
Once these trick mines receive the "activate" command, they burn off the signal receiver and are no longer subject to external signal interference. However, their deploynt is quite cumberso, requiring small drones to draw the cables.
The surface of these trick mines has a coating, making them hard to detect by radar, while the tallic cloud clusters exist to conceal them.
These trick mines also have their own orbits and rotations in space.
If it weren’t for the trick mines’ rotation montum left by the drones, the complete minefield might resemble a biological neural network.
The sa principle applies to the clusters of tallic dust, which orbit the sun as well.
Different velocities and orbits occur due to the distinct speeds and masses of the weapon-dispersing aircraft.
With still a few dozen days until the scheduled battle, calculations must ensure these deploynts appear at the right locations at the right tis.
Additionally, the party laying the battleground must leave settings advantageous to themselves.
This ti, the tallic dust particles co in various lengths, aiming for optimal scattering effects against the radar frequencies most commonly used by the Sky Star Fleet.
Narrow gaps will be left in the tallic dust clouds, allowing limited probing by specific radars—provided one knows these gaps’ existence.
Hope these can give the Black Ship Righteous Followers a slight advantage.
So thought Little Sandelier.
On the other side, Liliang Chuangkou is working with several heroes to adjust a turret’s rotation speed.
The surface of these black and purple turrets is coated with absorbing layers, making them hard to detect with ordinary radar. Their internal tirs will activate in thirty days, firing autonomously upon detecting Sky Star Fleet vessels or escort fighters, with only a single kinetic energy projectile.
"Grateful that the Hermo Association could gather such a batch of weapons," an old hero marveled, "There are good people among the neutral populace!"
Asgard sighed, "I think there’s a problem with the standard for good people—who hoards so many cannons as good people? Placed on a terrestrial planet in the inner solar system, it’s enough for a battle. Quite extravagant just to fire one shot..."
"If it doesn’t activate after fifty days, the system will go into sleep mode and send regular positioning signals. If they can be recovered, they should be," the old hero shook his head.
"Fuel is a resource too!" Asgard comnted.
"Young man hasn’t stayed outside the solar system, has he? Out there, fuel is cheap, and tal is valuable." The old hero said, "If no one retrieves it, it’ll reach Saturn’s space after a few decades and definitely be useful then."
"That’s the way cosmic warfare goes," Liliang Chuangkou also comnted, "Outer solar system is truly difficult; back then, we mined in the Asteroid Belt with limited fuel, afraid of being discovered. If caught by the Houndhawk, we had to calculate orbits and figure out ways to jettison the crudely refined tal ore, waiting for years to collect it in Saturn’s satellites—at that ti, Saturn wasn’t even under our actual control!"
"Can they endure such low transport efficiency?"
"The outer solar system is full of icy bodies," the old hero said, "Years ago, we had a batch of civilian ships, with tal reactors and engines, but everything else made of ice. Every once in a while, we had to replace the connections between ice and tal, or they’d dismantle—yet we had to use such things."
"Hmm... at least no worries about heat dissipation," Liliang Chuangkou said.
Asgard looked at the turret and asked, "Can we really defeat King Aqini?"
"Not certain. If the Black Ship Righteous Followers can make it in ti, these arrangents might give them an upper hand," the old hero shook his head, "Whether King Aqini uses firepower to clear a path or decelerates and takes an alternate route, he will lose the initiative. The best outco would force him to miss the Lightspeed Highway again, forced to turn back to refuel."
"In that case, the White Fleet Prosthetics Followers will have a chance to thoroughly take over Jupiter’s satellite constellation."
The old hero, reportedly from the Sixth Martial God’s era, was exhausted after the defeat of the Sixth Martial God, abandoning his past na and taking on non-combat tasks.
He is the most knowledgeable about warship combat among the nearby Space City States and was thus called to lead the preliminary work.
Heroes will compile this information and pass it to the Black Ship Righteous Followers.
The Black Ship Righteous Followers will possess a "terrain" advantage over the Sky Star Fleet in the localized battlefield.
The old hero gazed into the distance again, "Additionally, we must always keep an eye on that space city. Within ten days, we might face a battle. The road administration fleet of the Lightspeed Highway and small fleets aren’t formidable; their wreckage will beco part of the barriers..."
Far away, in the inner solar system, another unexpected flash ca.
"It’s that direction..." the old hero sighed, "I really don’t know where such righteous warriors ca from..."
"We can’t let their efforts go to waste, comrades. Let’s keep working!"
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