The two of them followed up and walked around the entire automatic factory, and Yiliyang really knew how amazing its scale and efficiency were. According to the figures given by Soshiyang, if it had done its best, it could achieve a standard production of 100,000 mechanics with standards less than or equal to C-level - Galan roughly divided the mechanics into nine levels according to their usage and body size, and all of them are small and micro mechanics below C-level.
Moreover, Gailan's mechanics actually do not have fixed templates. The jellyfish mechanics can actually become mechanics of other uses and forms by replacing parts. The entire mechanic system is highly templated and generalized, which is why they only have differences in body shape and work, and have no specific names, because they are actually one thing.
When Soshyan told Ilyan that Gailan currently has 20 such universal structures, he was shocked to say nothing.
The first thing he thought of was-
"Can fighter jets be produced?"
Soshiyang grinned when he heard this.
"Violence is indeed a commonality of humanity. When I first saw it, the first problem in my mind was the same as what you are now."
The two had returned to the hover car at this time, and it was taking them to a facility on the higher level.
"Of course, and if you really want to build a combat robot, it will be quite exaggerated, but it will consume more resources. The point is... Yiliyang, do you think I am very deviant now?"
Yiliyang was also a smart person. He immediately understood Soshiyang's meaning and squeezed out a smile.
"I understand, it seems that you still attach great importance to the empire... tradition and the attitude of the Mechanical Order."
"It's very difficult to do things in the empire. It's even more difficult to avoid being picked on. You see, I seem to be in a glorious place now, but in fact I'm walking on thin ice. I don't know how many people are waiting for me to fall, and then flock to me and step on a few more feet. Hero? Savior?"
Soshiyang said, suddenly sneering twice.
"Only those who die are valuable, and those who live can only be disgusted."
Yiliyang looked at Soshiyang, hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously.
"Are you very dissatisfied with the current situation of the empire?"
"Depending on what you said, I can't think of who will be satisfied with the current situation of the empire."
"Uh...I mean, um, please understand. I'm stupid and can't say it, so you just think I'm talking nonsense."
"I know what you mean. Do you think I want to create a pocket empire that suits my own ideas?"
Illiyan did not answer, but silence responded.
"I can tell you clearly that I actually control two and a half-star zones now, and their systems, socio-economic structures, and even beliefs may be completely different from the traditional imperial world. However, the average life expectancy is longer, the working hours are shorter, and the level of food, clothing, housing and transportation is higher. Yiliyang, I dare not say how good I did, nor dare to say that what I governed is a paradise on earth. Class differences always exist, oppression, corruption, and using power for personal gain also exists. People still have to work, work, and have to bear tax and military obligations for life. Do you think I am wrong?"
Iriyan had barely thought and shook his head.
"I understand that in your opinion, perhaps Astarte should have what he wants to do. Fighting is almost the only job. After the arrogant rebellion, we should be careful to keep our responsibilities as weapons, not to do more and do other things, others are responsible for other people, and everyone has their own position... But, Illyan, you should also know that fulfilling duties has always been an "ideal" for the management above the Imperial Planet, and almost never realized. Not to mention fulfilling duties, it is even difficult to do it honestly, so the reason is very simple. If I don't act, there will be only half of these two and a half-star zones, and maybe half of them are left. Since they can't do it well, I can only do it according to my own ideas. This is the simplest principle for me to act."
After a moment of silence, Yiliyan smiled rarely.
“You have amazing similarities with Thirteen Primros in some ways.”
Soshiyang laughed too.
"Is that so? Then I'm very honored."
"Extreme Warriors will also manage their homes, but their homes were once very large. Ultramara is almost a complete star area, known as the 500 worlds. Now...Extreme Warriors can manage only a few worlds, but their abilities are not weakened. In addition to being excellent model warriors, they are also fair managers, but they will use their power very restrainedly."
"The situation is different and the foundation is different. I have heard of the Five Hundred Worlds. In the Great Expedition, it was a famous and prosperous place in the empire. However, the dark border areas such as the Storm Star Realm, compared with the Five Hundred Worlds, is equivalent to the difference between the upper nest and the bottom nest."
"I see."
"Speaking of it, about the Thirteenth Primros..."
Soshiyan paused for a moment when he saw that he was not speaking, so he asked:
"What's wrong?"
“I’m worried that it might offend you.”
"Why would the Primarch offend me?"
"I just want to ask, have you ever seen Kiriman in person during the years you were at Extreme Warrior?"
Yiliyang nodded.
"I was fortunate to meet once. With the special approval of the commander of the Kalga Battle, I entered the Holy Hall to meet the Primrose."
"He's still alive?"
Soshiyang's words made Yili frown slightly, but he replied patiently:
"The Thirteen Primrody is still with his descendants, but...can't walk, and is in the same state as the Emperor."
"Have the Extreme Warriors never tried to awaken him after so many years?"
"No one dares to take risks with the safety of the Primarch..."
Yiliyan thought for a moment and realized the meaning of Soshiyang's words.
"Do you... have any ideas?"
Soshiyang put his hands on his chest, leaned back, and pressed his back against the soft sofa.
"What can I think? It's just that Gailan has advanced medical technology from ancient humans, and maybe there is a way in it."
Yiliyang shook his head.
"I have also talked to people in the Extreme Warriors about this. As far as I know, the problem of the Thirteen Primrome is not medical technology, but involves the power of the subspace. At that time, he was cut by his fallen brother with a sharp blade, and his injuries were extremely heavy and almost to the verge of death. In the absence of technical means, the think tanks tried to find a solution from the psychic energy, but it seemed that the weapons used by the fallen Primrome carried a very terrible subspace curse. The think tanks were completely helpless and could only move into the static force field..."
Suddenly, he lowered his voice.
"According to some people, the Thirteenth Primrose may have already moved into the static force field... but no one dared to confirm this."
Soshiyang touched his chin and nodded thoughtfully.
"So that's it, is the subspace power... No wonder they haven't intervened for ten thousand years. It seems that Kiriman's situation is really bad."