"That's more like it," the Old Emperor squinted with a smile, "My daughter, if you want something, you have to take the initiative to grasp it. Isn't Hanton quite handsome? The Ancient God Life Form, oh, his stamina must be excellent. Daphne will be happy, won't she?"
The maid beside him only dared to lower her head, not daring to respond.
The Old Emperor lightly tapped the armrest of his chair with his fingers, reclining in the seat, and continued to enjoy the comedians' diligent performances.
Aboard the escort ship urgently taking off from the Emperor Star's surface.
Daphne sat in a corner of the bridge, with two maids carefully touching up her exquisite makeup.
The few gossip reporters following along were intimidated by the Empire officers and soldiers bustling around and sat restlessly, speaking with a slight tremble.
Daphne asked, "How long until we reach the barracks?"
A maid beside her immediately replied, "One Galaxy Time, counting the entire journey."
"Ten minutes early, notify him of my approaching visit," Daphne ordered, "You can directly tell him this is my father's will, so he should consider carefully before deciding whether to flee."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The maid responded softly.
Daphne nodded slightly, continuing to rest with her eyes closed, striving to adjust her condition.
Meanwhile, Yang Ming, who was joking with several officers on the way to the arena, felt a slight vibration on his wristwatch.
He opened it and glanced at a simple text message.
[The Emperor is directly intervening. The Princess will arrive at the barracks in an hour.]
Did she really catch up?
Had the Old Emperor detected what he intended to do?
It shouldn't be. Lyu's actions were all outside of the Emperor Star Circle. This time, the fleet from Dark Star and Mechanical Thought Bodies with bionic bodies were to be activated, maintaining the highest confidentiality level.
Even if the Imperial Defense System had great computational power, the physical isolation between Dark Star and the Empire border made it impossible for any information to be intercepted.
Yang Ming could only attribute this to the Old Emperor's keen instincts.
He pondered carefully about how to respond to the current situation. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ N0veI.Fiɾe.net
"Earl Hanton, is something wrong?"
"Ah, nothing. I suddenly feel a bit unwell. Is the medical room nearby?"
"I'll take you there right away. Did you eat something bad... Do Ancient God Life Forms suffer from indigestion? Uh, our military canteen's procurement is entirely transparent, with absolutely no corruption."
Yang Ming laughed, "Don't worry, it might just be my genes acting up. At most, I'll lose control and rampage, not much to do with your canteen's meals."
The officers first breathed a sigh of relief, then rapidly jumped aside, looking at Yang Ming with eyes full of terror.
Yang Ming shook his head with a smile.
Young officers nowadays were easily frightened.
He hoped Lyu's side could hurry up with the progress, prioritizing the most crucial matters first.
At that moment, if one connected to the Empire's total network, they would see a wave of public opinion forming online.
[The White Ghost has lost itself.]
[Former hero of the Empire, now a lackey of the royal family.]
[View Imperial heroes rationally.]
[Reject blind worship, guide the proper trend. The main contributors to combating the Insect Swarm are the Empire's invincible fleets, not that so-called lone hero.]
This wave of backlash was, of course, fueled by Lyu.
When the initial wave of public opinion was stirred, the casual onlookers split into three camps: supporters, opponents, and neutrals. Some 'extremely adept at independent thinking' individuals emerged, starting to voice opinions contrary to the mainstream, accusing the White Ghost of succumbing to power.
Most of the White Ghost's supporters didn't actually pay attention to this kind of information flow.
Subsequently, the Imperial noble class, who had suffered at the hands of the White Ghost, got wind of the situation. Many anticipated the development of this wave of public opinion and began to spill some so-called dirt on the White Ghost.
Lyu quickly withdrew from this wave.
Why? The New Federation CIA had already stepped in, steering public opinion; they were the professionals.
Although information on the Emperor Star lagged slightly, a public opinion wave this significant inevitably caused ripples here.
When Yang Ming went to the medical room, several doctors and nurses were watching related news. Upon seeing Yang Ming, they immediately put away their internet terminals.
"Help me conduct a comprehensive examination."
Yang Ming said gently, lying on the examination bed actively, and several medical staff hurried forward.
Yang Ming closed his eyes, his fingers interlocked over his chest, with faint red lights flashing beneath his eyelids, and his fingertips lightly trembled rhythmically.
Emperor Star Time, 2:15 PM.
Within the Empire, the outer space of a planet suddenly made famous by the White Ghost.
Twelve battleships, styled distinctly in the New Federation design, maintained radar stealth and approached the planet rapidly.
The local defense force was stationed at a slightly distant military Space Port. They had stealthily seized spatial advantage.
Throughout the twelve ships, officers and soldiers with stiff expressions stood with their hands behind their backs, silently. They all shared the same vision in their eyes.
At this moment, the network formed by the twelve ships allowed these 16,000 Mechanical Thought Bodies to simultaneously appear on a dark red plain.
A beam of golden light descended from the sky. At its end, a goddess spread her six flaming wings from her back, her beautiful face marked with solemnity.
This was Lyu's true form, understood as her initial appearance from the factory.
"The opportunity to serve father has arrived."
The faces of the 16,000 Mechanical Thought Bodies immediately became fervent, displaying expressions of joy and their eyes turned utterly resolute.