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352: Chapter 190 A Headache for Ulrich Can’t Stand It Anymore 352: Chapter 190 A Headache for Ulrich Can’t Stand It Anymore Jesaya glanced at him and, without the intention to explain, continued to speak while looking at the Torch Leader:

“If anyone could construct this thing in such a short ti, it probably would be him.”

At these words, the other two Great chanics in the room instinctively looked up.

There was no mockery, just surprise and suspicion.

As fellow Great chanics, they had co to recognize Jesaya’s skill over the past few days.

For soone of his stature to hold soone else in such high regard, that person could not be ordinary.

“Who exactly is this Azure Dragon?” Des asked, unable to contain his curiosity, his gaze shifting to the Torch Leader.

“An exiled Great chanician; his precise background is sowhat unclear,” the Torch Leader said, his words vague as if he was hesitant.

“An exiled Great chanician?” Des felt a slight shock, which sent ripples through his thoughts.

Des understood all too well the status of a Great chanician.

Even in advanced civilizations, unless soone committed mass atrocities, minor unlawful acts would typically be glossed over without much issue.

An exiled Great chanician must either have committed egregious cris or encountered serious trouble.

“Can he really do it?” the Torch Leader asked for confirmation once again.

“He must be the most formidable Great chanician I have ever seen,” Jesaya said solemnly, adding, “including His Majesty, the Star King.”

This ti, Des was truly unsettled.

“Really?

Including the Star King?”

Jesaya frowned.

“I hold the utmost respect for the Star King and would not use his renown to flatter others.

The truth is the truth.”

“Every chanical Transformation that has undergone a complete modification can easily beco a Great chanician, with the Star King being one of the very best,” the elderly man couldn’t help saying.

There are stages to the modifications of a chanical Transformation, starting with the simplest external limbs and then internal organs, with the heart and brain being the most complex.

Modularity is one of the many strengths of becoming a chanical Transformation, especially after undergoing brain modifications.

Most technologies can be processed via external data transfer; with a little study, one could master a specific scientific discipline.

In a way, every powerful chanical Transformation is a chanical Master.

The elderly man added, “If his capabilities do, in fact, surpass those of the Star King, perhaps he really could construct this device.”

“If such a figure needs to live in exile, then whatever he’s involved with must be a major issue,” Des said, his expression grave, as the words “Empire-level Civilization” surfaced in his mind.

Suddenly feeling as though his back was against the wall, he couldn’t help but speak up in opposition: “Don’t invite him; working with him, we might not even know how we end up dead.”

The Torch Leader furrowed his brow.

“Let’s not talk about the future for now.

I have already sent out an invitation, and the Collector declined to have him co over first.”

Jesaya smiled.

“Since when has Torch ceased moving forward just because of soone else’s rejection?”

The Torch Leader looked up.

“I recall you have a decent relationship with Ulrich, don’t you?”

“Fairly decent,” Sandro replied indifferently, “but the allure of the Sublimation Relic is greater for .”

“I’m leaving if you invite him here!” Des slamd his fist on the table.

The maximum enemy of the Torch Organization could only be the Islamic Civilization.

Even if they were to lose everything, if they happened to be captured by the Islamic Civilization, there was a good chance they wouldn’t be killed.But this Azure Dragon and whatever troubles he brought with him were an unknown danger.

Fear of the unknown can be terrifying.

The Torch Leader shook his head and said in a deep voice, “Lord Des, I already stated when I invited you here that until this matter is completely resolved, none of you can leave.”

Des’s face turned livid as he cursed in so unintelligible vernacular, unrecognizable by the translator.

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“Lord Ulrich, my primary reason for contacting you this ti is to extend our most sincere invitation once more.

We hope that you will bring the Great chanician Qinglong to join our project.

Believe , the ultimate reward will be well worth your expectation,” ca the voice from within the steel castle.

In the steel castle, Ulrich looked at the virtual screen in front of him.

It was pitch black with fluctuating sound waves.

He frowned slightly: “Haven’t I already told you, I have no interest in your project.”

“Nor will I bring Great chanician Qinglong with .”

There was silence on the screen for a mont before the voice replied, “This is our most sincere invitation from Torch.

Please consider it carefully and do not be too hasty in your response.”

Ulrich, already irritable, scoffed at these words: “Are you threatening ?”

“I’m not one of those primitive interstellar civilizations; if you want to play gas, I’m willing to keep up with you!”

A voice ca out of the dark screen, “You misunderstand.”

Ulrich shut off the virtual screen abruptly, his brow furrowing deep.

The Torch had been clear when they last invited him, he had showed no hesitation in his response – which was unequivocally negative.

Logically, they should not have co back to him.

And yet, there was an implied threat in their tone that made him even more irritable.

In the vast space deep within the castle, surrounded by tallic walls that glinted with a chilly sheen, a pale golden ship stood at the center – a vessel from the Judge Civilization.

Soldiers in armor, workers from various species busy at work, and nurous instrunts placed all around filled the area.

“Ulrich has always been careful and never gets involved in trouble, yet this ti, he seems to have had a pot of bla dumped on him from out of the blue,” Sandro grumbled in his deeply resonant voice, towering over the others with his arms crossed, an intimidating presence.

“You seem quite pleased.” The gaunt figure beside him, clad in combat armor and with a hoarse voice, was a human, but the most striking feature was his gray pupils.