"Welcome, our hero, the guardian of the Great Vortex."
As the casting general Ud Udya Lasky moved slowly, its much larger body roared in a low voice, and various metal originals wrapped around his body, which might be less than a palm-sized. Under the deep hood, a string of glass-like eyes emitted a strange light, full of irony.
Although it seemed so bulky, Soshyan had heard from Tireen that the casting general had a defense system like a fearless mecha, and was even heavier than the Thunder Eagle in terms of mass. Its heavy body was surrounded by a large group of servo arms intertwined, and all kinds of joints were clattering, trembling, rotating, making a buzzing sound, and constantly flashing - a mixture of insect-like scalpels and miniature lasers could be seen everywhere, and there were squirming metal tentacles under the robe.
Although most of the sages of the Mechanical Society despise the body, the core structure can most of them still see the human form - this can be understood as a stubborn artificiality, but Ud Udya Lasky seemed to have completely cut this part. His body no longer possesses any human physical characteristics and is wrapped in the essence of gold used to build void warships most of the time.
"I just didn't expect you to have a good relationship with Prime Minister Tireen. You know, this person hasn't contacted me personally for more than ten years. Have you reached any alliance?"
As one of the high lords and the founding general of the Mechanical Cultivate, Soshiyan obviously did not have much obvious status advantage as a commander of the Astart War, so Rasky spoke without any mercy.
"To be honest, such a meeting does not comply with the rules-"
Soshiyan interrupted the other party's later words.
"But you agreed."
The mechanical dendrites of the casting general made a nodding action.
"Tirion said, you might have something that interests me, but he didn't mention why you wanted to meet me, so my nineteen logic processors told me that it might be related to gene seeds."
"Then let's talk straight to the point, I want the eleven tax seeds paid by the Star Claws and the Tiger Claws in the past-"
“Never.”
However, the other party immediately interrupted him.
"No Astart could make such a request for the gene seed bank of Mars. Only the High Lords Council has the power to mobilize the sacred resources there. I don't know what mentality you made such a request, but as far as my eight logical processor analysis is concerned, this is not something that a person with a mental state can say."
Soshiyang was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he raised his right arm and opened the arm box.
In an instant, the casting general, who should have been extremely slow in theory, suddenly moved like a machine dragon, and rushed to Soshiyang with a startled momentum. Soshiyang was so shocked that he took a step back and raised his left hand.
"This is!!"
"etc--"
The casting general who is so close to him has extremely strong pressure, just like a knight mecha suddenly appears in front of him. At a close distance, you can see many equipment and weapons on his body.
Then he realized his discomfort and Rasky straightened his waist, but all the visual processors were still staring at the small thing locked by small metal tweezers in Soshyang's arm box, a very small but very mysterious chip. This kind of thing often represents one thing - the STC template of the Dark Age, because only the STC template of that period was the form of this small chip.
"Dear Lasky Great Sage, this is the stc template collected by the War Chapter over the years. It contains 19 Dark Age Science and Technology, and it is all in the medical field."
Hearing this, the visual equipment that cast generals almost turned into light bulbs. After all, the Empire is not short of weapons. On the contrary, this kind of civilian technology has been lost very seriously. Moreover, the Mechanical Cultivation Society is more concerned about civilian technology, because the military technology empire always finds ways to get free, and the Mechanical Cultivation Society of Olympia Agreement had to let the Empire use their military technology.
But civilian technology is different, and that is not within the scope of the Olympia Agreement. Even if the empire's High Lords' Parliament wants to get involved, it will have to pay the corresponding price, which is equivalent to saying that these things can "create income".
For Soshiyan, these are just a small part of the stc template found in the remains of the ancestors of Hamigidon. It doesn’t make much sense to keep them in your hands, and it’s not wrong to exchange them for them.
Anyway, there are blueprints backed up in Ulanhuda, and the original is a commemorative meaning in hand.
But at this time, the founding general changed his attitude. He took a few steps back and the sound equipment became more humane.
"Why? Why do you want the genetic seeds of these two battle groups?"
Then he briefly told the matter of Andal Skyrien to the founding General, but the purpose was slightly modified.
"...Sergeant Andal gave me a great help during the expedition. I once promised him that he would help him rebuild the Tiger Claws. Astart's promise was life."
After listening to Soshiyang's remarks, General Cast did not speak immediately, as if he was analyzing and thinking.
After more than ten seconds, the low male voice came out from the huge metal body again.
"This does not comply with the management regulations of the gene seed bank."
Soshiyang smiled slightly.
"But it won't get in the way of anyone."
"But it will cause a stir in the High Lord's Council, and I will find it difficult to explain."
"The Storm Star Domain is very far from Terra, and it is a short period of 40 or 50 years to rebuild a battle group, and at that time... the members of the High Lords' Council may have changed a round."
The foundry general fell into silence, only the ticking sound of his equipment, but Soshiyan already knew that the other party had made a decision.
Sure enough, half a minute later, the casting general said slowly:
"Are you going to leave Terra?"
"There is nothing here anymore, so I will naturally leave, and the battle group still needs to be dealt with."
"Then...you might be able to stay on Mars for a short time."
Subtle, but the content was very clear, Soshiyang nodded with a smile.
"If it's convenient, that's great."
"Captain Alexei, if my inference is correct-"
At this time, the founding general suddenly changed the topic.
"You have more stcs here, are you obtained from the scrap ship Oleros, or from the Red Pirates? If I don't promise you, will you continue to offer?"
Soshiyan replied easily:
"We are warriors, not merchants, and we will contribute to the discovery of the empire. But what you know is that it is time-consuming to discover the content of these things."
"I knew about the last STC auction, so I have to refute one thing about you. You are not just a warrior... but also an excellent businessman."
"Just hope to make the best use of the goods."
Chapter completed!