The void is vast, and a giant steel planet is slowly moving. Through the shield like the atmosphere, you can see the busy aircraft and rising buildings inside.

Ceresit, the Second Void City, the former Ceresit body construction factory, and today's human supply base.

On the surface of the planet, a large number of mechanical buildings spewed thick black smoke, like ancient steam engines, but in fact, sparks flashed inside the planet, and countless robotic arms were busy. They combined large blocks of modules to assemble the form of battleships bit by bit. The huge bow, the sturdy front armor, and the exaggerated and violent tail engine. It is the most commonly used, consumed and domineering heavy assault ship by humans.

On one side of the underground factory, some tall Cestes were also busy. They showed complex gazes while assembling weapons to the warships.

It was these heavy assault ships that defeated their original defense, so they were imaginable. But at this time they had become vassals of human beings, and even if they had any resistance, they had to work hard for human beings and their own ethnic groups.

And above them, on a fully enclosed platform that was poked out, the Speaker put down the wine glass in his hand, took out a cigar and lit it.

“How many have been completed?”

"Twelve seventeen thousand three hundred and seventeen ships. And the second batch of improved models also entered the assembly line." A voice behind him replied, "It was Councillor Sal Jones. He looked through the intelligent brain in his hand and said with some dissatisfaction. "The speed is still too slow. How can this speed achieve an overwhelming advantage? What we will face next is not a second-rate civilization like Cercester."

"Haha..." The Speaker suddenly laughed and shook his head. "Cecester is an ancient cosmic nobleman. Only guys like you will call them second-rate civilizations. But you are right, this production speed really cannot meet our consumption. Unless... we can have channels to obtain more resources."

"You mean?"

"A sucker is waving to me. I smelled the smell of gold coins."

"You should write fantasy novels, my Speaker."

"That is my eternal pursuit, dear Mr. Parliament. But before this, let us prepare for the evil dinner. I know he can't wait to ascend to the shining throne, but before that, he still needs strength. Even if this strength comes from the race he regards as a lowly." The Speaker said as if he joked, but in the last lowly voice, he had a little disdain.

He is qualified to do this, because even evil would not have thought that everything he has done now was already in the Speaker's plan.

Ambition is the cornerstone of motivation... When it comes to the cultivation and spread of ambition, is there anyone more proficient in it than humans? You must know that in this universe, humans are the most emotional race...

The lowly creatures grasp themselves and other weaknesses of life from the moment they climb up from the mud.

"The Boca tribe has indeed fallen." Saar Jones sighed and put down his brain. "According to our inside line, the scent of erosion is shattering, narcotics, and dark trade is prevalent. They are enjoying the war dividends created by their ancestors. But they don't know. A new war is imminent."

"This is what we need. If the Boka tribe is still like the ancient legend, what chance do we have?"

The Speaker opened the wine cabinet next to him and took out a bottle of red wine and shook it at Saar Jones. "Get a glass?"

"No, you can do it yourself." Sal Jones rubbed his eyebrows. "Do you have such a good mood? But I think we will have no time to relax next. The war in the Third World is about to begin. The fourth world, below the fifth world. The war has also been carried out in advance. Some of our countries and some forces are implementing according to the plan. The dark tide has spread to these areas."

"The war will be ignited in one thousand three hundred hours. A large number of lives will be sacrificed to Hong Kong steel and flames, the planet will be destroyed, and the earth will be desolate. I seem to hear the wail of the elderly and children."

"It won't be that exaggerated, old man. I will control the war." The Speaker poured himself a glass of wine, then shook it with a cigar in his mouth.

The bright red wine slowly slid down the wall of the cup, looking like blood.

"The process must also be controlled. Otherwise, we will become public enemies of the universe like the ancient Crodill."

"Don't worry too much about this." Sar Jones picked up his brain and read it a few times. "The known information shows that the current universe is very chaotic. The "peace" that has lasted for too long has spawned countless contradictions. The conflicts between various races and civilizations, especially the differences between the low-level and high-level worlds, have accumulated too much resentment in the universe. In addition, the legendary Nine Heavens disappeared, and these evil thoughts could not be circulated, and eventually formed pollution."

"We have prepared this day long ago, so even if the war spreads, most civilizations will find that it is not us who provoke the dispute, and even most wars have nothing to do with us."

"We are just a bunch of lowly creatures, a group of victims who have no power and are not worthy of attention."

"This is the result we need...Sal Jones. Your execution ability has always been something I trust, so keep doing it. As for me... I'm afraid I'll be very busy during this period. The big Boca cake is waiting for me, and it will satisfy my tiny appetite."

"Don't you notify the Lords?" asked Sal Jones.

"No, even if we don't inform them, we'll know it a long time ago. But the Boka tribe will definitely defend them tightly. So this feast has nothing to do with them, you can see it, you can't eat it." The Speaker waved his hand, stood up and walked towards the door. At this moment, a large warship in the airport of Void City had been waiting for a long time. Three hours later, the large warship would appear in the evil territory and bring the Speaker's greetings.

Of course, this also means the prelude to the feast.

"Contact our allies, it's time to start. After obtaining the resources accumulated by the Boca tribe, we have enough resources to complete the war preparations for the Second World. So if they want to taste a little bit of residue, it's best to move faster and muddle the water."

"I will notify you, Your Excellency Speaker, your will will be implemented most resolutely." Saar Jones stood up, stroked his chest with one hand, and saluted the Speaker's back.

"For humanity."

"It's for all life."

The Speaker chuckled and corrected the situation, and then disappeared at the door. At the same time, outside the evil territory, a streamlined spacecraft was also emerging from the void, with a large number of energy lines extending out of nothing, outlining the graceful hull. Blood pupils sat on the captain's seat, flipping their brain boredly.

"It seems we've come a little early. The old guy hasn't arrived yet."

"Of course, the appearance of big shots requires a little more reserved. As for us, don't worry, right?" Robbie said behind, with a faint smile on his face.
Chapter completed!