leonardwarren #353 - Difficult
#353 - Difficult
“Burp.”
The Dragon-Python Otherworld Soul burped, seemingly indicating that it was full.
Wang Jixuan sat cross-legged in the cabin of the aerospace carrier, which was descending towards Space Fortress One. Fu Jian had arranged a lounge for him there, as well as a simple welcome-back ceremony.
Amina sat quietly beside him.
Her slender legs were together and slanted, the narrow hem of her skirt shimmering slightly, and her long, deep blue hair was now also filled with a little spiritual light.
The spiritual energy scattered after the great battle in space was attracted to her, constantly gathering towards her.
Mu Dan was still guarding Wang Jixuan's second battle puppet.
That fake laboratory would have to be maintained, serving as a fake identity for Wang Jixuan's second battle puppet.
—If Wang Jixuan were to enter the Bladebeast command network using Gari Nuo's identity and be discovered, this battle puppet would be regarded as a 'poor little guy locked up and studied by humans'.
Wang Jixuan's Otherworld Soul had already figured out a method of transformation, allowing the Otherworld Soul to also transform into Gari Nuo's shape.
However, this could not guarantee complete success.
These were just appearances.
If Gari Nuo smelled the 'flavor' of his Otherworld Soul, this disguise would be directly shattered.
Wang Jixuan thought for a while, and when the two aerospace carriers were a little closer, he stuffed the Dragon-Python Otherworld Soul back into his battle puppet and reconnected to…
Hey, only eight Gari Nuo remained in the command network.
It was deathly silent here.
The Gari Nuo naturally had emotions, and now their emotions were gloomy and disappointed.
After all, they had lost this war.
Wang Jixuan squatted inside for twenty minutes, unable to capture any information, so he boldly tried to take the initiative.
[We have failed.]
He transmitted this message, and it was repeated eight times.
A single stone stirred up a thousand waves, and information began to emerge continuously.
Wang Jixuan witnessed…
The Bladebeasts' stubbornness, their face-saving remarks, and, uh, their break-even theory.
Having obtained the information he needed, Wang Jixuan was about to retreat when suddenly a Gari Nuo sent an inquiry.
[Child, are you alright?]
This inquiry was also repeated eight times.
Wang Jixuan: What's going on? I actually feel a little warmth from this.
[I'm fine, I'm being held in a laboratory and can't accurately sense the outside environment.]
[Rest assured, child, we have dispatched agents who are embedded in human society. In the coming period, we must enter a strategic defensive phase, and we will look for your whereabouts.]
[Don't worry, child, you will be fine.]
Daoist Wang lightly raised his eyebrows.
Then he would wish the eight… not to find that aerospace carrier.
[I am very weak, I will rest first.]
After leaving this sentence, the phantom gradually disappeared from the communication network.
As soon as the Daoist Priest opened his eyes, Amina said, "They asked just now if they should arrange a welcome ceremony?"
"Isn't it necessary? Do you need it?"
"The Night likes silence."
"Then let's rest quietly, Miss Night," Wang Jixuan said with a smile, "We will rest here for a while, and when we have absorbed the spiritual energy in space, we will return to the ground."
"Okay."
Amina looked at the space structure outside the porthole, which looked like a hundred-legged crab, and tilted her head slightly.
Human industrial aesthetics once again shocked this young spirit cultivator.
…
Fu Jian looked at the time and pressed the button in front of him.
The door to a virtual conference room appeared before his eyes.
Fu Jian sat still, the door moved forward on its own, framing Fu Jian, and then the conference scene appeared in front of Fu Jian.
—Just a cutscene animation for a virtual conference room.
After Fu Jian sat down in the main seat, twelve of the thirteen seats at the main conference table were already occupied, and the two circles of conference tables around the periphery were filled with high-ranking military officers from various war zones and the three space fortresses.
In troubled times, politics became the embellishment of military affairs.
At the level above the integrated war zone, there was no longer an organization like the Governing Officer Joint Committee.
"Old Fu, who are you waiting for?"
"Black Storm."
Fu Jian said in a deep voice.
The entire conference room suddenly began to buzz, and a group of people became agitated.
Although they had all watched the battle in front of the Star Gate, seeing Black Storm reappear and kill the traitorous Spirit Cultivator No. 2 who had defected to the Bladebeasts.
But these four words spoken from Fu Jian's mouth seemed to have a different weight.
"He faked his death before?"
"Yes," Fu Jian nodded with a smile, "His previous feigned death helped us solve a large force of Bladebeast living forces, which is the basis for our subsequent reduced pressure and the final victory in the current battle."
The old men nodded.
An old general sighed: "Our situation before was a stagnant pool of water, but I didn't expect that a Black Storm would pop up later, directly stirring up a world of change."
"That's right, the six Spirit Cultivators were so mysterious, posing as guests from advanced civilizations, and saving the world became their gift to us, and they kept asking us to hand over materials."
"Originally, we had been troubled by the greedy Six Elders, but I didn't expect that the Spirit Cultivators behind the Six Elders have now entered the arena and two of them have been beheaded."
"However, we cannot over-rely on the power of individuals."
An old man still expressed his vigilance:
"The main body of civilization's continuation is collective survival, and it is the progress of the race.
"We cannot deny the contribution made by Black Storm. We must erect a monument of merit for him and write him into the history of our civilization, but we must not rely on and exploit him too much."
"Alright."
Fu Jian said with a smile:
"He has sent in an application, and I agree to let him in.
"Everyone, just have a meeting as usual."
As soon as the words fell, the light flickered at the end of the main conference table, and Wang Jixuan, who was drinking tea, appeared in front of everyone.
The Daoist Priest put down his teacup and calmly smiled to greet them.
Not knowing who started clapping first, a group of people began to clap at the same time. The warm atmosphere created by this common and simple ceremony slightly touched Wang Jixuan's Dao heart.
The Daoist Priest sighed secretly in his heart.
This is the realm of the Heavenly Bridge, a stage where heart demons are relatively easy to produce. The Dao heart is prone to feelings, touches, and so on.
He said: "Everyone fought bravely this time and played a key role on the battlefield."
An old marshal laughed: "Don't praise us. The main battlefield relies entirely on the giant transformed by Spirit Cultivator No. 3. We only confronted a pillar Bladebeast group, and you eliminated the rebellious Spirit Cultivator."
"My strength has not yet reached the point where I can directly compete with Spirit Cultivators."
Wang Jixuan shook his head:
"I just calculated them in advance, and there was also the cooperation of Spirit Cultivator No. 5, Amina.
"This is also one of the reasons why I am attending this meeting today.
"According to the negotiations between me and Amina, representing humanity, and the remaining two Spirit Cultivators of the Wings of Light, the core circuit of the rebellious Spirit Cultivator will be controlled by me and Amina.
"Amina has made concessions to me again… We still have to try our best to compensate Amina for this.
"Now, I want to choose a Spirit Cultivator among the humans on Earth to inherit that core circuit."
The conference room was silent for three seconds.
Then there was a loud buzz.
A group of generals and marshals stared at Wang Jixuan.
They had never imagined that there would be such a wonderful start.
The surprises and help that this Black Storm could bring them were simply endless!
Even the original pessimistic doomsday faction, looking at the 'young man' with a face of only twenty-odd years old, had the thought of 'Could it be that we can really win'.
Wang Jixuan calmly took a sip of tea.
This kind of reaction was all within his previous expectations.
It can only be said that it is a basic operation, don't be 6.
Fu Jian said in a deep voice: "Regarding this candidate… how do you want to decide?"
Everyone was quiet and listened attentively.
Wang Jixuan pondered for a few seconds.
He was waiting.
Waiting for the person in charge of each war zone and space fortress to take the initiative to stand up and say something like a fair election for all mankind.
In this way, he can simply and easily, without considering candidates outside the D5 war zone.
However, Wang Jixuan really did not expect that everyone was very restrained, and no one stood up and said that this thing belonged to all mankind or something like that.
There was even an old marshal who was afraid that such a乌龙 incident would occur, and he hurriedly said:
"Everyone, don't make a fuss.
"This is something outside of our technology tree, and it was also brought back by Black Storm risking his life. It is our honor that Black Storm can give it to humans on Earth.
"He can give it to whoever he wants, we shouldn't say anything."
"Not bad."
Many old men spoke one after another:
"I think it's very good. Are there any restrictions? If it can be given to Old Fu, then give it to him. Without him supporting us, we would have collapsed and completely kneeled down to the Spirit Cultivators in the past few years."
"Not bad, try to prioritize Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian as much as possible."
"If Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian can't transform, others may find it difficult to bear."
Fu Jian shook his head: "Only my soul and brain are human, so I probably can't resonate."
Wang Jixuan said: "This will indeed have an impact. Amina said that even Ling Tong may not be able to resonate, it must be a complete human being."
Everyone nodded.
Fu Jian said: "You decide this matter yourself, we will not interfere… Let's start the meeting, I have a lot of information to share with you."
Most of the information that Fu Jian said next was what Wang Jixuan had explored or confirmed.
First, the Bladebeasts will enter a strategic defensive period of about half a year, and the four pillar Bladebeasts have sneaked to the sleeping places of other pillar Bladebeasts.
Second, to prevent the sleeping pillar Blade Beasts from being killed by Spirit Cultivators and humans, the Blade Beasts have arranged sacrificial groups near the major pillar Blade Beasts. At critical moments, they can sacrifice 80% of the basic Blade Beasts on Earth to temporarily awaken the eleven pillar Blade Beasts.
Of course, the Blade Beasts will not do this easily. Replenishing their forces also takes time, and there are dozens of battlefields in the star field at the same time.
Their current plan is to open the interstellar gate in six months and launch a full-scale attack on human civilization and Spirit Cultivators.
Third, Spirit Cultivators Number One and Number Two will not be hostile to humans for the time being.
Although they need more materials, under the current circumstances, the human population is already too small, and the major military regions will no longer provide materials to Spirit Energy City in any way.
Fourth, Spirit Energy City hinted that they will harvest the outer corners of the human world, that is, the major scavenger camps.
In addition, there are fifth, sixth, and seventh points, which are some internal resource consumption of human beings, as well as the gains from the space battle, and so on.
Wang Jixuan can have as many crystal cores as he wants, and the human world will supply as many as he needs.
Other herbs, exotic treasures, and rare materials are also at his disposal.
He doesn't care much about other things.
Fu Jian said: "That's about all the information. The main things we need to discuss together today are three things."
He paused, looking a little tired, and said in a deep voice:
"Spirit Energy City wants to harvest scavenger camps everywhere to cultivate a Spirit Energy army. The message they gave is that they will control the mortality rate as much as possible and increase the proportion of blessings."
The marshals either smoked or remained silent.
Many generals took the initiative to speak.
"I think this is a bit anti-human."
"Is it a bit? It's completely anti-human... But under the current situation, the non-educated population in the scavenger camps is difficult to convert into industrial output value. They are the people who have been abandoned by the fortresses and cannot be supported. We also have no way to transform them into combat power in a short time."
"According to our statistics, this is at least more than 20 million people, scattered in various marginal areas."
"There is also information showing," said the general of the D5 Comprehensive War Zone, "that a large number of pseudo-spirit slaves appearing in the Blade Beast group mainly come from the scavenger camps that we have been turning a blind eye to."
"Scavenger camps... Alas, we can't give up the population of forty fortresses so easily."
"Have you ever thought about what the scavenger camps rely on for survival? It's the ruins of human cities a hundred years ago. But now, there are not many supplies left in the city ruins, and everything that should be aging has aged."
"Isn't it still the resources of the fortresses that support these people?"
"There are lower cities in the fortresses, and the lower cities also need food."
"In the final analysis, our resources can only support 500 million people. We have no way to protect or support these marginal people, so why not..."
"Why not let them reclaim land? The Blade Beasts have retreated, leaving a lot of land."
"Are they stupid? Would they go to the Blade Beast territory to reclaim land? Don't even mention them, we don't even dare to build new fortresses there now."
"Damn it, sometimes holding this kind of meeting just makes me angry."
The conference room fell into a dull atmosphere again.
Wang Jixuan didn't speak rashly.
He didn't have any good solutions.
Ideally, of course, he would incorporate the scavenger camps and build forty fortresses in the areas where the Blade Beasts have retreated.
But first, the construction of fortresses takes a certain period of time, and the decisive battle is in six months.
Second, scavengers and fortress residents are completely different concepts, and there are many barriers in their path to becoming industrial workers.
There are too many calculations and helplessness in this.
Fu Jian said: "Let's put the first problem aside for now. Everyone think carefully, and we will vote at the end of the meeting. You can propose better solutions at any time."
He sat up straight: "Now let's discuss the second problem... In these six months, we must try to kill the pillar Blade Beasts with as little resource consumption as possible. In this way, we can win more chances of winning in the decisive battle in six months..."
Wang Jixuan listened absentmindedly.
Half a year... is actually 160 days. Half a year is an overestimation.
Next time, how many Eyes of the Azure Sky will appear in outer space of Earth?
If twelve pillar Blade Beasts come at once, if I burn my remaining soul and destroy them, will it scare away the Blade Beasts? Or will it attract more pillar Blade Beast groups?
Six hundred pillar Blade Beasts...
Tsk, we still have to rely on the planetary barrier to buy more time.
That ancient civilization...
Amina, who got great benefits from it...
That old remnant spirit who constantly shows goodwill to me...
And the spiritual sense that is throbbing again at this moment.
What exactly is down there? Why does the Great Dao keep warning me?
Wang Jixuan kept thinking in his heart.