This is really not mechanical ascension Chapter 759: 394: Feder, Who Died and Was Resurrected, Crisi

Chapter 759: Chapter 394: Feder, Who Died and Was Resurrected, Crisis of the Northern Crown Star Ring_2

“Uncertain.” The Creator Divine Craftsman said indifferently.

“Uncertain?” The chanical Soul Divine Craftsman questioned suspiciously, “Didn’t you say you could confirm with just one eting?”

“I lied to you.” The Creator Divine Craftsman couldn’t be bothered to explain, his mind unsettled.

Out in space, he activated the self-destruction device of the carrier, which imdiately condensed into a lump of scrap tal, then disintegrated into powder.

“How many years has it been, and you still have this deanor when making losses.” The chanical Soul Divine Craftsman couldn’t help but let out a cold snort.

…

Li Ming followed them out, watching the two leave, guessing that the Creator Divine Craftsman’s heart was probably quite unsettled.

The enhanced [Mimic Projector] had capabilities beyond his imagination, almost equaling real void creations, which successfully deceived the two Divine Craftsn.

The main reason was that Divine Craftsn delve into cosmic principles for personal use, so discovering sothing that deviates from those principles would naturally be extrely shocking.

If it had been another x-level life form, it might not have been as effective.

But Li Ming felt no excitent, rather a sense of urgency. It was Divine Craftsn who ca today, what about tomorrow?

They ca under the pretense of a visit, could he really refuse to et them?

What if he encountered a superpower user with strange abilities who could see through his lies, that would be a huge problem.

“A single lie requires countless lies to cover it up.” Li Ming sighed, “The boasts you make will always co back to haunt you.”

“I need to quickly elevate to the S-level, so I can be more at ease. Once the developnt progress reaches 80%, if there still isn’t a star beast I need, I’ll settle for one that’s barely acceptable.”

His eyes glimred as he returned to continue developing the genetic seed.

The flow of interstellar ti was like water, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.

On this day, at the Combined Manufacturing Center—the departnt Monroe managed, which primarily utilized the [Material Reorganization Machine] to craft things.

In the spacious workshop, a house-sized silver tal box was suspended in midair, with sharp edges and corners, seemingly shaped from the most precise geotric models.

Layer upon layer, each fitting seamlessly, yet having a subtle sense of hierarchy.

The outer tallic surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the workshop’s lights, forming dazzling patches of light.

And between each layer, faint flows of energy could be seen gently surging, like blood flowing through the tallic veins.

“Composed of sixteen miniature folded spaces nested together, specifically designed for storing chanical bodies, it’s truly an incredible design.” Monroe remarked, his entire being exuded a chanical luster, as Li Ming had long since removed the last trace of the nano-curse from him.

He raised his hand slightly, causing the silver chanical body to rotate layer by layer, and then contract, becoming only the size of a palm by the ti it reached his hand.

Li Ming took over smoothly–[Basic chanical Body Folding Camp–Special Type: designed specifically for storing chanical bodies.

Control Conditions–Five million star coins

Control Ability–chanical Camp: can store one hundred thousand humanoid chanical bodies, the larger the size, the fewer the number, capable of slowly repairing various damages within.]

This was a special device used by the Forging Hamr Divine Craftsman to store chanical bodies, with a complete structure composed of tens of thousands of parts.

Thus, it could be crafted using the [Material Reorganization Machine], with each part being the limit of what the machine could make.

This is just the basic level; there are also interdiate and advanced levels, where resource needs and complexity increase geotrically.

He now has two routes for enlightening chanical bodies: one is large-scale enlightennt, which doesn’t belong to control, reducing the consumption of tal energy by a large margin, but they cannot be stored within his body.

The other is to first control and then enlighten them, with the benefit of being able to store them within his body.

However, when the number reaches ten, twenty thousand, or even hundreds of thousands to millions.

Releasing them from his body would require a significant amount of ti, not to ntion using them in direct combat.

Li Ming nodded in satisfaction and directly took control of it, using it purely for storage, naturally didn’t require control.

Yet after taking control, it could automatically repair damaged chanical bodies, a capability that absolutely couldn’t be underestimated.

Glancing casually at other things, there were many things under research and manufacturing, he had recruited a batch of chanics, but most were advanced, rely assisting Monroe in his work.

Returning to his room, Li Ming routinely checked the news, only to discover unexpected information—

Feder had sacrificed himself.

“…Half a month ago, His Highness Feder perished in battle with the Judgent Knights, for his brave and fearless conduct, he was posthumously honored as a ‘Brave Knight’…” Li Ming read from the Yitelan Civilization’s official report.

The ti of death was half a month ago, but after dealing with various matters and reporting it, it was already half a month later.

His heart sighed at the uncertainties of life.

Feder was considered an old friend, the days of mutual exploitation were quite interesting.

Another two days passed, with the assembly lines working day and night, the number of chanical bodies reached ten thousand, needing him to enlighten them.

This work was already second nature to him, and after coming out of the chanical body warehouse, his chanical body count had reached seven hundred thousand.

“I can start mixing in the manufacture of C-level chanical bodies.” He pondered, due to [chanical Lord’s] [Mutant] ability, the cost-effectiveness of manufacturing C-level chanical bodies was extrely high, with a chance to mutate into A-level life forms.

Yet the cost was truly terrifying, even with assembly line production, his current costs could only control five million star coins per unit, currently only allowing for small-scale mixing.

After handling this matter, when he was about to head back, he noticed Ulrich’s peculiar expression.

“What is it?” Li Ming asked casually.

“Nothing, we caught another stowaway today, claiming to be your friend.” Ulrich simply explained, it wasn’t the first impostor, and there were even more, even those who had indeed t Li Ming before.

Coming from the Blue Star Civilization, considered his alumni, looking to eke out a living, Li Ming couldn’t be bothered and left them all for Ulrich to handle.

Upon hearing this, Li Ming didn’t pay it any mind, returning directly, while flipping through his smart terminal, where a picture was displayed, of a massive beast with a purple wing and horn.

“Phantom Wing Purple Horn Emperor, its life level is comparable to developing progress over 60% of an S-level life form, this one barely suffices…” he muttered, “I’ll add it to the backup for now.”

Just as he returned to his room, Ulrich arrived promptly, swiftly saying:

“The just reviewed mber report, the captured stowaway, ntioned so matters, referring to the missing Star Core Fragnt on Blue Star, tal materials…”

“Hmm?” The previously expressionless Li Ming’s eyes suddenly sharpened.

“I’ll bring the person here right away.” Seeing Li Ming’s reaction, Ulrich knew he hadn’t guessed wrong.

When the other ntioned sothing about the missing Star Core Fragnt and tal materials, he didn’t associate it with Li Ming but with the Azure Dragon.

Of course, it was well known, Li Ming, when on Blue Star, was taken in by Azure Dragon as a student, the true instigator might be Azure Dragon.

“Could it really be him?” Li Ming’s gaze turned odd, and shortly his suspicion was confird.

A ragged individual was brought in, seemingly cleaned, with distinct facial features.

“Not him?” Li Ming slightly frowned, but those sowhat familiar eyes imdiately turned red, vaguely tear-filled: “Boss…!”

“Shit!” Li Ming’s mouth twitched, it was really him.

“How did you end up like this?” Li Ming couldn’t help but inquire, scrutinizing the other, clearly noticing he wasn’t wearing a Mimic Mask, likely had undergone costic surgery.

Ulrich’s eyes flickered, then indicated to Li Ming, turning to leave.

“I… I…” The person couldn’t speak a word, seemingly very scared and wary, even though all present were chanical bodies.

“Co with .” Li Ming led him into the room, closed the door, and then said: “Feder, what’s going on, aren’t you dead? A false death?”

Indeed, the person in front of him was Highness Feder, reported in the official report of Yitelan Civilization, who led the charge and bravely sacrificed himself!

“Also, did you undergo costic surgery?” Li Ming was quite curious.

Feder’s eyes quivered, letting out a groan of despair, “Brother, help , the Northern Crown Star Ring, is dood!”

“Hmm?” Li Ming frowned, “What’s wrong?”

“Prince Ryan…” Feder’s throat moved, “intends to blood sacrifice the entire Northern Crown Star Ring!”