This is really not mechanical ascension Chapter 1287: 658: Sudden Attack, Adam Ambushed—The Holy Emp

Chapter 1287: Chapter 658: Sudden Attack, Adam Ambushed—The Holy Emperor Succession Struggle 2

Upon boarding the Wandering Emperor Ship, the atmosphere inside was even more oppressive, with guards stationed every five steps and sentinels every ten.

Costate led the way at the front, turning through one tal corridor after another, everyone remained silent, their footsteps almost inaudible.

It took a full ten minutes before they arrived in front of a tal door, not very large, probably only allowing two or three people through at a ti.

Costate stopped, sidestepped, with an indescribable expression on his face, “Go in.”

The tal door slowly opened, and Arthur, leading, was the first to enter.

Abel, following at the back, found that after rely two steps, the people ahead had halted.

He frowned slightly, unable to grasp the situation, he had to stop. Due to the overlapping shadows, it was difficult to see the scene upfront.

The few princes ahead of him gradually fanned out to the sides, but their movents were strange, just slightly shifting their bodies sideways, then stopping as well.

Abel also caught a whiff of blood, causing him to sense sothing was amiss, his heart stirring slightly, he quietly edged sideways, believing his father wouldn’t mind such a small action.

But, as he caught sight of the scene in front, Abel’s pupils suddenly contracted, as if struck by lightning, stunned on the spot, mouth open, unable to utter a word.

On the distant throne, a familiar figure was seated, none other than the awe-inspiring Holy Emperor in his heart.

But, unlike before, his face was ghastly pale, his body faintly twitching, with liquid conduits inserted in his back.

More striking was his chest, where there was a near-split wound, with his clearly visible, occasionally pulsating heart, shattered ribs, and injuries so severe they defied belief.

“Father?” Soone let out a wailing cry, waking Abel from his daze, though his limbs remained stiff, unable to react.

“Do not mourn like that…” Adam slowly opened his mouth, eyes sunken, voice weak yet still firm.

“Who… attacked you, who dares to assault you, the Empire will not let him go!” Arthur shouted hoarsely, eyes red-rimd.

Yes, who attacked him?

Who possesses such ability, Adam instinctively thought, a na imdiately coming to mind, Azure Dragon?

This thought startled him, leaving his mind in turmoil.

“You all don’t need to…” Adam halted mid-sentence, his body stiffening, heart ceasing to beat, with various expressions among the crowd, yet they heard a voice, “…need to worry about who.”

“The reason I called you here is simple: my injuries are beyond repair…”

“Impossible, it can surely be repaired.” The tall man standing beside Arthur had already beco a tearful ss, “We are the Empire!”

“Silent!” Adam admonished, coughing dryly a few tis, “The opponent’s power is formidable, from the Titan Branch, the inflicted injuries are irreparable, and it is incessantly corroding my body…”

Adam slightly turned to reveal to everyone the wound where green lines wriggled constantly.

Everyone looked very sorrowful, but hearing these words, they couldn’t help but feel sothing subtle.

“The reason I called you here is for only one thing, to choose an inheritor!” Adam struggled to utter the sentence.

The hearts of the seven simultaneously leapt.

Not giving everyone a chance to react, Adam continued, “I am giving you three years, in these three years, whoever excels will beco the next inheritor, and will receive the support of Lord Tandin and others…”

So urgent?

As if sensing sothing in their hearts, everyone ca to the sa thought simultaneously.

Furthermore, what does excellent an? How to evaluate?

They wanted to ask, but felt it was not the right timing, especially given that their father was heavily injured yet still concerned about these matters.

“My injury, and the information of my return, must not be divulged to anyone, otherwise, the inheritor qualification will be revoked, now go.” Adam waved his hand.

The nurous princes were still in a state of bewildernt, and Costate had already stepped into the room.

They wanted to speak but could only follow Costate out, and until they had disembarked the Wandering Emperor Ship, they had not yet fathod the reality.

“Uncle, about Father…” Arthur eyed Costate, aiming to gather so insights.

Costate remained expressionless, “The Holy Emperor has said everything he should.”

With that, he turned and returned to the Wandering Emperor Ship.

The seven exchanged looks, with myriad thoughts rising within them, yet none could make sense of their beginnings, no one spoke, yet with mutual understanding, they moved toward the exterior.

Not until they boarded their spaceship did Abel co to his senses, clenching his fists, his expression fluctuating as he paced.

The contest for the Holy Emperor, how could it arrive so suddenly!

He couldn’t calm himself, even though his power had expanded significantly, the foundation was still insufficient.

If there were another few hundred or thousand years, he was confident he would beco the strongest among the princes.

Yet as of now, it remains inadequate.

Additionally, there’s sothing peculiar about this matter.

However, the thought of the Holy Emperor’s position made Abel’s heart pound with intensity.

Things have reached this point; inadequacy necessitates striving!

“I need to ally every possible strength, to hold any hope of winning…” Abel sat down again, arriving at his own understanding, the so-called “most excellent” naturally ans defeating others in various aspects, that is the only way to be truly excellent.

For this is how his father achieved it.

He quickly slipped into thought, assessing all actionable forces in his hand, inexplicably, a na sharply broke into his line of sight—

Azure Dragon!

He could contact Li Ming, and Li Ming could speak directly to Azure Dragon, a unique advantage.

And Azure Dragon could offer assistance beyond imagination, akin to how the Holy Mother Church aided his father.

However, his expression shifted slightly, warning himself, “No, that’s inviting disaster, reaching out to him equates to courting death.”

He dismissed the thought, resuming his calculations.

Costate pushed open the door, his expression complex, while on the throne, Adam, who had just been extrely feeble, had already recovered, his expression indifferent and calm.

“Perhaps so might suspect, maybe change tactics.” Costate couldn’t help but advise.

Adam replied indifferently, “As long as there’s one believer, the rest will have to move regardless, I understand their thoughts.”

“Only from the top down can others be convinced that the Empire is truly in turmoil, that I am truly dying.”

Costate spoke no more, only heaving a deep sigh.

…

anwhile, in the chanical Court.

Within the Heavenly Palace, a surge of energy particles rippled across Li Ming’s body surface, then quickly gathered back in. He exhaled slowly, opening his eyes, sensing the vitality of his cells, murmuring, “98%…”

For the past half year, aside from regularly performing enlightennt on the chanical body and so necessary duties, he was almost perpetually in a state of developnt.

With his physique, using the Eternal Silence Star for extended tis would normally require rest, but he directly filled this gap with tal energy, maximizing efficiency.

“Only 2% left to reach 100%.” Li Ming stretched his limbs, a crackling sound resonating from within his body.

The efficacy of the various potions within his body was nearly exhausted, so he paused developnt, taking several bottles of dicine and gulping them down.

While waiting for the dicinal effects to kick in, he opened the intelligent terminal again.

In the past half year, the interstellar arena was incredibly calm, with almost no significant happenings, with the interstellar mainstream dia dominated by gossip news.

The X Level Life Forms continued to hide here and there, leaving the lower life forms clueless.

Yet, the chanical Court flourished mightily, with the spread of the chanical Seed reaching over 95% of the interstellar civilizations, incessantly bringing him colossal wealth.

Related industries like mineral refining and chanical modification, made him earn imnse profits.

All loans had been essentially paid off, and the accumulation rate of tal energy had climbed by nurous notches.

Even amidst the continuous expansion of various production lines, and the rapid enlargent of the Court, where expenditures were unimaginably massive.

Every month, it still brought in seven to eight billion tal energy, enabling him to indiscriminately use tal energy to support the operation of the Eternal Silence Star.

In this continuous consumption, and after forging several X Level Controlled Objects, his tal energy balance still had over thirty billion remaining.

Finally, by this ti, he felt sowhat wealthy and powerful.

Li Ming couldn’t help but sigh, glancing at the ti, he couldn’t help being surprised, “What a coincidence.”

Today was the day for the enlightennt of the chanical body