This is really not mechanical ascension Chapter 699: 364: 4 Heavenly Kings, The Center of Attention2

Chapter 699: Chapter 364: 4 Heavenly Kings, The Center of Attention_2

How to utilize this tal energy had long been decided in his mind: upgrading and enlightening the remaining chanical Guards.

He possessed two Terrax Stones now, but he wasn’t in a rush to upgrade his Controlled Objects.

Upgrading one chanical Guard wouldn’t result in much of a power boost.

But creating three directly? That would completely change everything. Leveraging the [Guardian Armant] ability would transform a quantitative change into a qualitative one.

In the past ten or so days, he had already carefully considered that this approach was significantly stronger than upgrading two Controlled Objects while upgrading just one chanical Guard.

Enough procrastination—it was ti to act. He took out Taipo and began the upgrade process imdiately, dumping one billion tal energy into it.

The towering golden chanical Body started disintegrating, with its components scattering outward like a myriad of dazzling stars.

Then, beginning from the foundational layers, brilliant lights wove and flickered, reshaping its enormous chanical shield. The once-thick shield face beca smoother, its surface now adorned with mysterious energy patterns.

The tallic structures of its arms seed to co alive, shifting from their orderly forms into twisted, extended figures, sprouting sharp protrusions and intricate textures.

The structural components of its legs beca continuously thicker and sturdier, with a film resembling an Energy Shield appearing over their surface, faint currents coursing through it.

tal plates on its shoulders folded and recombined, forming firm structures reminiscent of mountain ridges, exuding an oppressive weight.

“Master…” Upon the upgrade’s completion, Taipo beca taller and bulkier, now reaching three ters in height. It let out a low, reverberating voice as it knelt on one knee before him.

Li Ming nodded and sent it to the back, preparing to enlighten the other two [chanical Guards].

Thunder and Taipo excelled respectively in offense and defense. He mused, “As for the main structure, one with endurance, and the last one—make it more balanced…”

He didn’t deliberate long. After all, the chanical Guards primarily depended on the 50% Buff drawn from him.

He first took out two chanical Prototypes and then began modifying, strengthening, constructing, and upgrading…

The chanical structures underwent reassembly. A series of intricate components leapt, clustered, and shed; gears locked and spun rapidly, emitting crisp tallic clinks.

Drive shafts stretched and retracted while tal plates folded and expanded, forming intricate yet orderly geotric patterns. Wires intertwined and weaved into a complex energy network as chip modules rapidly snapped together.

From scratch, each creation consud over one billion one hundred million.

After five or six hours of effort, Li Ming took a deep breath and gazed at the four chanical Bodies standing in sequence before him. A massive sense of security and power surged within him.

“Alright, I’ll call you the Four Heavenly Kings.” Starting with Thunder, Li Ming renad them: “Sky Shattering King.”

“Taipo, you’re now Heavenly Sovereign.”

“Next is Eternal King.” He pointed to the silver chanical Body whose rear structure resembled blossoming tallic flowers, with four chanical arms extending outward. Each arm’s end contained an energy core glowing with multicolored light, a silver faceplate with an imposing and rciless mask.

The body hosted multiple energy cores, capable of providing substantial energy supply in a short span of ti.

“Finally—Tai Heavenly King.” Li Ming’s gaze landed on the black chanical Body, its build proportionate and most resembling a normal human. Its head was streamlined, while its eyes glowed with eerie blue light. The black tallic surface radiated a matte finish.

The chanical Body’s rear featured a slightly raised ridge structure, while its abdon had dense tallic textures woven into intricate patterns. At the center glimred an energy engine glowing gold.

“Yes, Master.” The Four Heavenly Kings responded in unison.

Li Ming rubbed his hands together. [Guardian Armant], this ability wasn’t rely about stacking chanical components; when combined, their performances amplified one another.

Based on his current Buff configuration, under normal combat conditions, each surpassed one hundred and twenty tis in both strength and defense Buffs.

Even at rely 50% Buff, the Guards’ energy levels could reach 60S, capable of facing off against S-level life forms with 40% or even 50% developntal progress.

The strongest combat configuration, however, was purely stacking defense.

Strength couldn’t be multiplied, but defense could—in excess of two hundred and fifty tis defense stacking—while using [Guardian Armant] with Tank Guard as the main structure.

This truly turned into a super indestructible tank. Li Ming’s mind stirred eagerly, wondering if it could withstand an X-level attack.

For now, he stored away the Four Heavenly Kings. Amid the turbulent current situation, enhancing one’s strength always brought peace of mind.

The Pioneer group practically delivered the items right on schedule. Within rely two days, areas near the Dominion Holy Image began being cleared.

Although online public opinion clamored loudly, no one dared voice a single protest in the Central World. The iron fist of civilization would indeed strike hard.

Due to the event’s terrifying level of attention, swarms of overt and covert journalists populated the Central World. Self-dia bloggers were countless, surely aiming to capitalize on the wave of traffic.

In just one day, the surroundings of the Dominion Holy Image were wholly cleared into a vast open space.

The Three Civilizations’ high-ranking officials had arrived, traveling via custom flying devices. They didn’t employ sight-blocking fields this ti to obscure views—rarely confident, they had nothing to hide.

“…Soone is fanning the flas behind the scenes, deliberately boosting this event’s attention to astronomical levels; we had intended to act covertly.” Prince Costate sighed, seated at the circular table alongside several virtual figures.

“…No leads on this; under such massive scrutiny, tracking the source of information is nearly impossible—all roads inevitably lead to the Black Hole Network…” said Diwusi in a calm tone.

“…The Black Hole Network…” Prince Costate lanted. “Such a scourge.”

“What’s the use of heightened attention? With us here, we can shut down the Central World’s external network at any mont.” Crow spoke indifferently.

“Forget it; let’s prepare to begin.” Prince Costate pondered aloud.

“The Creator’s Divine Craftsman hasn’t arrived yet.” added Diwusi lightly.

“The Creator Divine Craftsman?” Prince Costate frowned.

…

The Star Abyss Empire’s golden flying device opened, releasing two figures—one elderly, one young.

“Prince Costate… Beside him must be Glory Saint Emperor Adam’s seventh son.” Soone exclaid below, filled with envy: “People born at the finish line.”

“So handso…” a female life form licked her lips.

“The Federation’s advanced genetic progenitor—Aistelle.” Another burst of noise followed.

“Lord Diwusi…” Soone’s eyes burned with fervor, gazing at Diwusi clutching a scepter, yearning to throw themselves at him. A silver-haired young girl beside him remained expressionless.

These individuals were of extraordinary origin, having never appeared in the Interstellar Network before. Recording devices buzzed non-stop.

“Damn it, not a single chanic here; that’s Hamr Divine Craftsman’s legacy! Surely they wouldn’t hand it to people completely uninvolved in chanics.” Many chanics grumbled indignantly.

“Isn’t it starting yet?” Abel, beside Costate, asked.

Looking at the nearly endless masses below and the flying devices converging from all directions, all focused with reverence and awe, he relished the attention.

“Creator, where are your people?” Costate Golden King glanced toward another floating chanical flying device, where two figures stood.

Both were chanical Bodies, one red, one white—not true Divine Craftsn bodies.

“If they don’t co soon, they’ll be deed forfeited.” Diwusi casually added.

The surrounding area broke into noisy chatter. Among the six participants vying for the Dominion Holy Image, information about the other five had long been widely disseminated.

However, the person recomnded by the Creator Divine Craftsman remained completely undisclosed, with impeccable secrecy.

This piqued many people’s curiosity—who exactly was this individual?

“I’m not sure if he’s here; he should be on-site.” The Creator Divine Craftsman spoke slowly. His chanical Body’s surface glead smooth, pristine white, with finely chiseled features.

“You don’t even know if the person you recomnded is here?” Costate frowned slightly, unable to decipher the situation.

Those present exchanged bewildered looks, sensing sothing unusual.

“He’s arrived.” Suddenly, in the crowd, a clear voice rang out—not loud.

As people turned their attention, he had already crossed the barricades and stepped into the arena.

“Hmm?” Prince Costate lowered his gaze, his expression suddenly becoming deep. Abel’s face remained neutral, yet his brows furrowed sharply.

Since entering the arena, the man’s face had begun to shift slowly. Countless gazes locked onto him as caras zood in, capturing the Mimic Mask’s montary freeze—a flurry of photos sealed the scene.

“Li… Li Ming?” From another direction, Robbin, hidden among the crowd, stared with wide-eyed disbelief.

No wonder Li Ming had deliberately separated from him when leaving.

Old Li, you really don’t give a damn about dying, huh.