The battle of divine delicacies has officially entered the final stage. As a result, the Vajra Dragon Turtle, which was bombarded by dense beams of light in turn, was surrounded by the continuously exploding blazing white and blue energy, but could not see the sky-covering dragon at all.
The figure of the giant beast blocked the sun.
And this scene naturally reached the eyes of all the viewers across the galaxy, as well as the big bosses of the organizing committee.
There is no way, no matter how much the big guys from the organizing committee want to minimize the exposure of Yu Lian and his friends, they can't cut out the scene of the boss battle. Now, all the big guys from the organizing committee
The members were sitting on a floating city equipped with an anti-gravity system in the thermostatic layer of Gumeia. They looked at the beginning and end of the boss battle on the big screen with constipated expressions, and then looked at the broadcast with even more constipated expressions.
In a transparent safe in the center of the platform.
In the safe, there is a trophy decorated with various gemstones, which is awarded to the championship team. A golden sword-shaped badge inlaid with a ruby the size of a thumbnail is awarded to the MVP.
It is said that His Majesty the Emperor has left Longlin Palace at this time and is preparing to visit the God of War Festival. Needless to say, it is natural that he is here to present awards to the champion and MVP, and to bestow the emperor's mighty wishes on the way.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that no matter how long that big turtle can hold on, the God of War Festival is coming to an end. The championship and MVP are in the bag of that hateful Earth rebel.
...Although the dust is almost settled, can't we do something? There are still some people who can't accept this fact, and they can't help but look at the chairman of the organizing committee, the Duke of Arona, who is sitting on the main seat.
, eyes full of expectation and begging.
Duke Arona's mouth closed slightly, he coughed in a fake way, took a sip of water, and then said seriously: "Let the staff on standby be ready..."
He looked at the time: "Enter the venue in an hour and try to recover all the traces left by the contestants. The Fantasy Beast Paradise in Gumeia is directly controlled by the Generalissimo's Mansion and the Planetary Ground Affairs Department. I don't want to hear it.
They chatter."
"Your Excellency, we..." A tough-looking bureaucrat who looked like he was born as a soldier finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Is this the end? Now, Viscount Shameen and his men are only more than 100 kilometers away from the gods.
Standby, we, we..."
He probably couldn't convince himself, so his voice naturally became softer and softer.
Duke Arona ignored the other party and operated the terminal to pull out a small screen. In the center of the screen was Agnes, who was concentrating on taking aim at the artillery position, and... Cable, who only occupied one corner of the screen.
Colonel Back.
“Who is that man?” asked the Duke of Arona.
The people present were all elite bureaucrats, and of course no one thought that he was asking Agnes. You know, before the Ares Festival began, Duke Arona regarded the two ancient Meiya girls and the team they led as...
One of the hidden dangers of this event requires the referee team to focus on it. How is it possible that we don’t know each other after only a few planets?
“It’s Colonel Sobek of the Stormtroopers, Baron with the Sword.” Someone answered quickly.
"Soback, it's been such a long time..." A trace of hesitation seemed to flash across the Duke's face, but then he smiled bitterly and said: "Forget it, it was a thousand years ago... Connect me to the Heraldry Institute and the Truth
department."
The bureaucrats looked at each other, and the smarter ones seemed to have understood what the Duke meant.
The reputation of the Empire and the Astral Knights was completely disgraced in this God of War Festival. Viscount Shameen, who had high hopes from the Imperial audience, could only escape shamefully until the end. In that battle, less defeated more.
Their glorious victory looked like a vent of anger, and it naturally could not restore their reputation. But at this time, a glorious imperial noble, an active soldier of the empire, and a quasi-knight who was about to join the army, became the cause of this wave of chaos.
As members of the ss battle, there is naturally some room for maneuver.
No matter what, the empire still needs heroes. If Viscount Shamaine can't do it alone, then add Colonel Thorback.
So, someone suggested: "Your Excellency, it is best to inform the Prime Minister's Office."
Duke Arona glanced at the speaker, his face a little gloomy, but the latter continued without changing his expression: "Now is a troubled time, reporters are focusing on that matter, and there is no way to rely solely on mandatory administrative orders.
To divert their attention, the Prime Minister's Office needs to find a way through other channels. After all, Count Valpolis is the Prime Minister of the Empire."
No matter what kind of discord there is between the Prime Minister's Office, which represents the bureaucracy and centralized power, and the Heraldry House, which represents the interests of the great nobility and princes, they should have the same aspirations at least for the purpose of maintaining the prestige of the empire. However, if we want to
To carry out good publicity, it is not possible to rely only on some upper-class newspapers and periodicals under the Council of Arms, let alone the cultural police of the Ministry of Truth. It requires the full cooperation of the media resources controlled by the Prime Minister's Office.
“When necessary, His Majesty the Emperor’s approval may also be needed.” The bureaucrat added.
Duke Arona gave a noncommittal hum, neither agreeing nor objecting. But he also knew in his heart that without the cooperation of the Prime Minister's Office, it would be difficult for the empire's propaganda force to be fully mobilized. What's more, because of the three
The big news that happened in the D48 District of the Imperial City a few days ago was definitely a mouth-watering feast for the media industry! They were obviously ready to feast on it. At this time, they had to divert media resources to engage in political propaganda.
…Really, wasn't the "Press Control Law" of that year very good? If they didn't withdraw it, I could just slap their butts with a whip! Why did Your Majesty withdraw such a useful law?
Duke Arona was just about to complain in his heart, but then he realized that this seemed to be disrespectful to His Majesty the Emperor. He shuddered subconsciously and quickly put his hand on his heart and beat it silently.
Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you are wise and enlightened! If there is something about him that I cannot understand, it must be due to my stupidity.
Just when the big bosses in the Privy Council were about to pinch their noses and wonder how to cooperate with the Prime Minister's Office to mobilize the increasingly disrespectful media power in the empire, the big bosses in the media industry in the imperial capital were indeed preparing for a gluttonous event in the press.
Eat and be eager to try it.
Just three days ago, the battle in the space engineering battle numbered D482 that took place in the Imperial Capital Territory caused this medium-sized space building to fall into a semi-destroyed state.
It is this state of semi-destruction but not destruction that is the most troublesome.
Among all the space cities in Tianyu, there are no official administrative division names, but only numbers, which means that this is a tool building without residential areas. This is indeed the case. This space station named D482 is a
Automated factories that produce various types of energy modules.
The scale of this automatic factory is not large, and the civilian energy modules produced nearby can meet one-third of the living needs of the people of the Imperial Capital. In addition, it is also providing services to the two groups stationed in Tianyu.
Two hundred thousand Imperial Stormtroopers provide various types of field energy packages.
All of its production lines are fully automatic and require almost no manual operation.
However, we also know that in this universe, complete mechanical operation and full automation are not allowed. What's more, after all, this place also undertakes a considerable part of the arsenal function. Therefore, in this small space factory,
There are 40 to 100 technicians stationed all year round, as well as a squad of guard soldiers.
Whether they are technicians or soldiers, they just clock in and clock out step by step, living a boring but stable life, but they never imagined that they would be at the center of a news event.
When the change occurred, the security squad leader and engineer were on the dock of the factory, reluctantly dealing with a group of reporters from the big media. These well-dressed gentlemen and ladies were all from the famous big media, and they were carrying all kinds of
The filming equipment was all advanced and expensive, and the aura alone was able to overwhelm the factory guards who usually don't see big shots.
“We really don’t have any news here. But this is an arsenal after all. You can’t go in!” the guard squad leader explained to the other party with great effort.
"Isn't it just for the production of batteries? Can this be considered an arsenal? I'm a reporter from Royal Sky TV, and I have a pass!" The reporter in charge looked like he didn't want to waste time with you common people, and insisted on entering the factory.
squeeze.
Many technicians and soldiers know this reporter who calls himself "Dawn Wall", and have even watched his program and know that this is a famous person. The factory security soldiers can only be regarded as third-line troops at best.
They had no experience in dealing with this situation. They did not dare to shoot, let alone let the security robot shoot. They did not even make any rough movements, so they could only use their bodies to cover the passage as much as possible.
But this line of defense is really crumbling under the pressure of more and more reporters.
At this stalemate, the famous reporter and program host named Wall suddenly took out an instrument, looked at the beating pointer on it, a feverish flush flashed across his face, and said loudly: "Ah! It's begun! This
It’s just begun!”
As if they had been shot, the reporters easily rushed past the mechanics and soldiers, and rushed into the factory from the pier at the dock. Mr. Wall took the lead, running faster than the automatics in his class.
The fire support platform was so fast that a few of them disappeared at a glance.
Just when the security guards were still thinking about how to write a report to the superiors to shirk the blame, the mutation really happened. They seemed to feel the vibrations on the ground of the space station and heard the sound of explosions.
They hurriedly ran in that direction, and soon came to the wide passage between the workshops for large transport machines to enter and exit. At this time, reporters of all sizes had set up various long guns and short cannons around to take pictures of drones.
It was buzzing like a fly. That Mr. Wall even started to follow the camera and explain sanctimoniously.
In the center of the passage, the mechanics and soldiers saw a strange and terrifying sight that was unimaginable at this time.
Two young and beautiful girls, waving spears made of light, were fighting with something. It was said that they were spears made of light, but the dark red halo was not bright at all, and even more so.
It is the condensed blood of evil spirits.
Ordinary people present quickly realized that it should be the famous atomic spear. Although it was the first time for them to see the entity, as citizens of the empire, how could they not recognize the symbol of the country's knights?
Astral Knight!
Wait a minute, why would the Astral Knights come to our small factory and start a war with unknown monsters?
But no matter what, looking at the two ladies holding the Astral Knights, the technicians and soldiers finally felt a little calmer.
...Well, although the reputation of the Knights has indeed been tarnished due to the God of War Festival and the evil deeds of the two younger generation "Four Heavenly Kings" of the Star Knights, the character accumulated over thousands of years is still not that great.
Easily ruined.
At least, everyone present will subconsciously hope that the two astral knight ladies will win.
What's more, what they are fighting is really weird.
It is something that is almost impossible to see directly with the naked eye. It is like a monster that was formed in the past by strange shadows, vague air currents, and invisible black fire. It is floating and beating inexplicably, and it should obviously be
It was a dark shadow that no one could see clearly, but it still shone brightly like a light, illuminating the surrounding passages.
Gloomy and translucent, originally incompatible concepts, strangely merged together. Immediately afterwards, Chi Guoguo's murderous intention was like lava hidden in the earth's veins, waking up and burning violently.
Got up.
The workers and soldiers only felt that the surrounding environment was getting weirder. They were under the influence of shadows, but they still felt unbearably hot.
The guard squad leader suddenly saw a thick and powerful tentacle protruding from the shadows. It was covered with white sharp teeth and quickly bit the back of a female knight.
The soldier screamed and wanted to remind the other party, but before that, the female knight didn't even turn her head. She just probed the light spear and placed it on the tentacle.
“Click!” The blood-red light blade collided with the tentacles made of dark shadows, emitting a dazzling light and an ear-painful sound. The tentacles immediately disappeared into nothing.
There was also a scream from the weird monster, and it seemed to shrink a little. Then, the oppressive and breathless heat around it seemed to dim a lot.
At that moment, everyone present felt that those two blood-red halos that were too evil indeed gave people a sense of security.
The reporters began to cheer and expressed their gratitude to the eighteen generations of ancestors of the unknown informant. They are indeed in extreme danger now, but they have indeed encountered big news, and it will never be as bad as that who is still there.
Big news about the ongoing Ares Festival.
At this moment, people in these media outlets feel like war reporters who go deep into dangerous front lines, and their hearts are filled with a martyr-like sense of mission.