Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

In peace of mind, the noble valves of the Allied Coalition for the Election of Emperors are not all brilliant fools. The mutiny of the White Star Sword and the chaos of Thunder into a tiger came too abruptly. Indeed, it is easy to think whether or not there are any dangerous traps in the vast sea of stars in the dark of the Jade Ding boundary.

But throughout ancient times, whether something like a trap works or not has little to do with the ingenuity of the trap itself, and more importantly, whether the bait in the trap is abundant enough to entice people, and whether the beast in front of the trap is hungry enough.

People tend to believe only what they are willing to believe, a hungry animal with only bright flesh in his eyes, his nose can only smell the fat fragrance, but he can't see it at all, the snowflakes in the trap.

The Allied Coalition of Electors at this moment is such a hungry, dizzy beast who cares about everything.

Song Lixing's strategic vision and vigilance as the son of an elected emperor is not necessarily inferior to Song's failure to return, but he and Song are perfectly correct in saying that he and Song's failure to return to their hearts and minds - whether or not to launch a major offensive against the Jade Dingle is not a military issue, but a political one.

The days of the revolutionaries are hard to live, and the days of the four electorate emperors are even worse. Two successive raging defeats have damaged more than 70% of the most elite battleships and trained elites. Their impact may not only be limited to the battlefield, but a series of catastrophic consequences are gradually surfacing.

Every day, numerous demonstrations and illegal rallies erupt in the territory of the four extended families.

Every day, myriad gossip spreads in the form of leaflets or secret channels, propagating revolutionary ideas and “bewitching the ignorant".

Every day, countless lower and middle nobles sneak in contact with the Emperor and get promises from the Emperor that, as long as they respond to the "innovations", not only will their culpability go away, but they will also be able to share a spoon on the fat corpse of the great nobility.

Such demonstrations, conspiracies and betrayals, such as cow fur, are perpetuated and repressed by force alone.

Not to mention the fact that the four main election emperors are now simply not able to draw enough force to suppress the stormy uproar.

Ultimately, in the faith in the weak flesh, the winner is the king's empire, you have eaten two or three battles on the front battlefield, which is the windsweep, losing all the power of deterrence and repression, who will obey you!

And resources, in short, money.

As a fleet commander, Song did not return, regardless of where the cost of returning to the Heavenly Fleet and maintaining the Walking Palace and consolidating people's hearts and minds came from, but the four main electorate emperors had to struggle for a copper plate - since the emperors fell into the hands of the revolutionaries, the creditworthiness of the "Imperial Crystal Coins" originally issued by the dynasty fell, let alone the peripheral world, even in a few core worlds under the rule of the four large families, even a ridiculous situation emerged where people preferred to trade with “Free Star Coins” or use several special crystals as hard currency rather than using Imperial Crystal Coins.

Force can take the lives of the rebels.

But force can never suppress the resistance of capital.

After all, when the perpetrators of the force - the soldiers and middle and lower-ranking officers - are reluctant to accept the imperial crystal coins for military salaries, any more powerful force will collapse and become extinct.

Now, with the enormous assets accumulated over the past hundred years, the four large families can barely sustain the last tiny credit of the imperial crystalline coins, even through the original means of "military tickets”, “treasury bonds” and "barter goods”, but everyone knows how inefficient and unsustainable this mode of trading is in an information society spanning hundreds of millions of light years.

Less professional financial experts estimate that all four election emperors are very clear, no more great victory inspires morale, boosts civil confidence in the imperial crystalline coins, and the economic foundations of the “authentic government of the real human empire” are about to disappear.

This is the truth that Song Lixing said when he was desperate - no money, who the fuck knows if you're an emperor or an emperor!

Beyond that, there is one of the most critical and deadly points: the Allied Coalition for the Election of Emperors does not have a sober idea of the size and combat power of the Alliance's main fleet.

That's for sure.

From the outset, the "Imperial Senate”, controlled by the four electorate emperors, insisted that the Empire's counter-attacks of the past twenty years had been a great victory and had destroyed and decayed the Alliance's main force, driving the Allies back to their barren homeland, and the Allies could not cause any more trouble.

For the argument put forward by Lei Chenghu, the main power of the Alliance did not suffer much, still searching for a duel opportunity in the dark, the princes above the temple hall are sniffled.

Although such claims have self-bragging ingredients, for two decades bragging has taken place, and many nobles have been immersed in victorious lies, bragging that they are convinced of themselves.

The Four Election Emperor's Camp, there are no unobtrusive prophets, all-knowing immortals, how could they have thought that the Alliance's main power was not only intact, but also inherited from a flood era, the most powerful supercrystal brain of the entire Pangu universe to date controlled by "Volkswagen”?

Thus, the overall size and combat power of the Allied invading fleet shrunk by at least 70 per cent over real data in the four election imperial camp trials.

Entering raw data into the crystal brain, which shrinks so dramatically, and making a strategic deduction, leads to a very “terrible” conclusion.

The attack of the Allies was nothing but harassment, at best angry revenge, and unwillingness to take dozens of great thousand worlds for nothing, regardless of any revenge against the Emperor.

In other words, the Allies are playing the game of sounding east and west, and attacking Emperor Tu on the surface is actually still the target of dozens of newly lost thousand worlds.

In other words, the “revolutionary rebels” have the potential to defend the extreme celestial realm, the celestial stars.

That's pretty bad.

Whatever the surface of the noble valves does not recognize, the fact is that the revolutionaries have now bewitched the hearts of the vast majority of the people of the whole empire and of the lower fairy cultivators, with some sort of "great name" in their hands, becoming more and more “the hearts and minds of the people, the hopes of the people”.

It is disappointing that several consecutive battles between the electorate and the emperor have been fought. If the revolutionaries defeated the Alliance invaders and defended the extreme heavens and celestial stars, wouldn't they be more truthful about the other party's identity as the "Lord of the Fate, Lord of the Emperor"?

Under each other's auspices, people's hearts and public opinions will further converge on the revolutionaries, so there really is no place to die on this side of the election emperor.

That is why this war must be fought, and it must be won, and strategic initiatives must be reversed when the revolutionary rebels are divided between East and West and when Thunder breaks into tigers and destroys them completely.

Is that some kind of "belief in victory”?

Over the next twelve hours, more precise intelligence was passed on to the Walking Palace of the Yellow Dragon World.

According to reliable sources, the two major "thief generals”, Lei Chenghu and White Star Sword, have been frictional for the past half month, accumulating profound contradictions.

The biggest paradox is whether the troops need to stop and take a breath and get some rest.

Although the pace at which the revolutionary rebels attacked the Jade Crossing seemed very smooth and did not encounter much resistance along the way, they eventually attacked the vast planet with a small fleet, which, together with several successive "perimeter reinforcements”, consumed a great deal of fuel, ammunition and the energy of the sergeants.

Although they did not capture the Jade Star, they captured a large number of starships and materials from the Star Warfare Castle.

The White Star Sword means that the troops will suspend their attack for three days and absorb materials from these ships and fortifications. Otherwise, the battle will be too painful.

Lei Chenghu vehemently rejected his proposal and relentlessly denounced him. The repression against Yu Dingxing could not be stopped for a second until the defensive army surrendered. If the defensive army was given a chance to breathe, its previous achievements would be abandoned.

Both sides' assertions are correct, but there are subtle differences in positions. Lei Chenghu is committed to the new empire, even if he has fought to the death of one soldier, the private heart of the White Star Sword is even heavier. How can he allow himself to cross the star sea as his own private property, in the civil war of the empire?

This was the starting point of the disagreement between the two, then the more intense the fighting, the deeper the gap between the two, until the news of the Federation of Starlight's refusal to leave the army became the last straw to crush the camel. The White Star Sword did bring the despicable and shameless liquor style to an end, and when the Thunder Sung Tiger Department launched a fierce attack on the Jade Sung I satellite, it withdrew at full speed, completely exposing the flanks of Thunder Sung Tiger, and when it retreated, it took away most of the loot seized on the battlefield in the previous phase, those almost intact starships.

The commander-in-chief of Yu Dingxing's army is also a known soldier. He took the opportunity to kill the atmosphere and storm Thunder into the weak flank. He dragged the fleet of the “gods of war" into a muddy mixed battle. Until this moment, the unrest continued, and the brilliant command art could not be carried out, thanks to morale, courage and blood. In this regard, the successive revolutionary bandits who have harvested bad news will definitely not prevail.

Of course, most of the main battleships guarded by the Jade Dingle Army have long fallen into the sand or been taken away by the White Star Sword. There are only a handful of destroyers left to guard the Army. They can barely circle in near-Earth orbit for too long. Naturally, Lei Chenghu can get out of the chaos, clean up the mess and eat the rest of the Army.

Therefore, now the guards of the Jade Ding Realm urgently need the assistance of the Huang Long Realm's army to make a "hammer dictation”!

This unequivocal military affair ignites a war in the hearts of all the nobles.

Cowardice and madness are two sides of a coin, and the most cowardly minds tend to be prone to the flames of nothingness, burning out the dauntless light - even though it lasts only a few moments.

The vast majority of noblemen yesterday also thought of Thunder as a demon snake scorpion, which was too late to avoid. At this time, he jumped up and down again, rubbing his hands with friction fists, and couldn't wait to crush Thunder as a “god of war” sign on the tiger's head.