Chapter 146 Conspiracy Endless
The First Fortress. The Core Area.
In the meeting hall of the 'Pan-Life Form Race Alliance', the originally chaotic scene seemed to have been frozen in time. Under the suppression of someone's cold and arrogant pheromones and the absolutely strong mental power level, any thoughts of abnormality were instantly calmed down.
“Let me answer this question.”
Fitzgerald stepped onto the podium. Collot bowed and stepped aside.
"Sixteen interstellar hours ago, the second wave of foreshadowing waves, under this energy model, accurately offset the medium-sized collapse accident on the edge of the cosmic tomb, saving thirty-two life galaxies and hundreds of millions of species."
The red-haired alpha raised his hand, and the screen switched to the events that happened sixteen interstellar hours ago. The small and beautiful cubic energy matrix on the small screen flickered, as if the light of hope was shining in the eyes and hearts of all races present.
However, at this moment, a sharp spiritual wave roared directly towards the podium.
'Oh! Human lies!'
'It's all lies!'
Chris's face changed slightly. She knew that the spy who sneaked into the venue began to provoke. She also knew that the other party was telling the truth. The collapse precursor wave sixteen interstellar hours ago did experience an "energy collision" before it was able to fill the cracks in time and space.
But it was not the latest model released by Kolot. At that time, Kolot was still looking for a way to escape from the solid wormhole in the Tomb of the Universe.
The facts presented by Fitzgerald do not show the terrible damage that the First Fortress had suffered sixteen star hours ago.
She knew he was right. What the representatives of various races in the conference hall needed right now was a signal of victory and...the hope of continuing their lives in the face of inevitable disaster.
But if this alliance fails, the First Fortress will be in a dilemma of fighting alone. Fighting the collapse of the entire universe with one's own strength, this is not sentiment, but the style of the alpha she follows, either survive or die.
The compromise solution of constructing a 'galaxy bubble' as proposed by Hodman would never be chosen.
She glanced up at Fitzgerald.
The red-haired alpha's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at the commotion that was brewing again, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.
'Chris, the old rules.'
Receiving clear instructions in his mind, Chris perked up, exchanged a glance with Albert, took a step back and disappeared into the shadow of the curtain.
Fitzgerald on the stage continued to explain succinctly: "I believe that these facts are sufficient to illustrate the accuracy of Sir Corot's model."
"As for the calculation basis of the data model, First Fortress reserves the right not to disclose it."
"If you have any doubts, you can give up your right to vote."
The conference hall continued to be filled with whispers. Representatives of different races expressed their concerns in their own languages and ways of information transmission. Everyone has their own selfishness. Even the same race and different forces will have different interests, not to mention that the First Fortress invited different races that were even hostile to each other.
It was only under the doomsday backdrop of the collapse of the universe and the intimidation of the absolutely powerful military force of the First Fortress that they sat together to seek benefits and avoid harm.
Even so, the various whispers that arose again from the audience, the encrypted data streams of private communications, and the chaotic mental waves in the air all showed that the originally firm belief had been challenged again.
The light screen floating in the air, which displayed groups of data on the progress of the protocol, gradually slowed down.
In this situation, Fitzgerald said: "Time is running out. If the completion rate of the agreement is less than 80% in half a star hour, the First Fortress will abandon the 'Pan-species Alliance' plan and focus on building the defense of this galaxy."
"At that time, we will hand over all the resources of our race in exchange for a limited number of survival seats, just as Yin Du privately gave to you."
"The conditions for the first fortress will be more relaxed, but the survival seats will be based on 'random chance'."
"Please let me know."
Hearing his superior on the stage adding a friend and lying with such an expressionless and authoritative look, Albert touched his nose and smiled bitterly in his heart.
It would be fine if Fitz was really willing to adopt the "Galaxy Bubble" defense plan. He only needed to capture Yindu and consolidate the power of the human empire to adopt this conservative plan.
As for Yindu's layout, it has been operating for nearly 80 years. As Holderman strongly advocates, it is as easy as going home for lunch.
'Oh! Human lies!'
The sharp mental wave increased in frequency, instantly affecting all the races present: "Don't believe the lies of humans! They originally only intended to build a defense for their own race, and you are all just cannon fodder!"
Bang——
The roar caused by the sharp mental waves was suddenly interrupted, and the weaker representatives who were originally suppressed raised their heads one after another, and then saw a black-haired beta in a lieutenant general's uniform throwing a software creature onto the stage.
Fitzgerald glanced at the creature that was bound and thrown onto the stage. After removing the disguise, it was a human.
Julie. Former Yindu envoy.
But to be precise, he has now become a 'human-worm puppet'.
She screamed, "Look at the terms of your agreement. Once you sign it, it means you're handing over nearly 80% of your race's energy for so-called 'hedge defense'!"
"Have you seen where the counter-defense line is?"
"Almost all of them are concentrated on the edge of the Zhou Tomb!"
"What does this have to do with your respective galaxies?!"
She screamed, and then saw a pair of shiny military boots coming before her.
With a click, the red-faced and angry human suddenly had a thin red line on his neck, and then his neck broke, and he rolled off the stage, right under the feet of Cyber 05.
The yellow mechanical eyeballs on the robot's face moved slightly, and following Julie's unwilling gaze, he saw the person on the stage who was instantly tied up by the Zerg Imprisonment Device -
"Insect Tribe!"
"Oh my god! It's a knight-level 'king bug'!"
Some representatives in the front row were already trembling. In this universe, although interstellar humans were absolutely powerful and had crushed the survival status of various races, when it came to war, plunder and brutality, the Zerg were the worst. The galaxies they passed through were almost completely devastated and barren.
The fear of Zerg is deeply rooted in the genes of most life forms in this universe.
Fitzgerald looked around and said calmly, "I have finished my presentation. Now let's move on to the formal voting process."
In his blind spot, the 'king bug', stripped of its double disguise, roared and tore through the restraint device, and was about to pounce on the red-haired alpha on the podium.
Zi——
A slight blue arc of light flashed in the air, and the 'king worm' instantly and silently melted into the air.
There was silence for a moment.
Those ethnic representatives, who were originally extremely timid, timidly returned to their seats one after another.
However, the racial representatives of higher status and rank in the back row were moved by the shocking massacre and pressed the voting buttons one after another.
The representatives who had some sense could see clearly that this move was a signal of a fearless declaration of war.
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Albert raised his eyebrows slightly. On the light screen in the center, he saw the vote cast by his family representative.
He glanced at the percentage of the "military energy pool" and saw that his family's vote alone accounted for one fifth of the entire energy pool.
"Humph!" Albert sneered and looked towards the southeast corner of the conference hall. Unlike the races of civilization level II and below who sat in the middle of the hall in an open manner, those were divided into small private rooms. Each private room belonged to races of civilization level III and above.
Among them, of course, are the high nobles of mankind, as well as... the warlord families that have been operating for nearly ten thousand years.
Those troublesome old guys from the Shulen Family Presbyterian Church are such scoundrels!
Beep——
Albert's private communicator rang, and the unique laughter of the acting elder of the Shulen family came from the encrypted channel of the headset: "Haha! Little Albert, my future patriarch! Don't be unhappy! Among the senior military leaders, the Shulen family is the first exemplary vote, so of course we have to find a suitable opportunity to set an example!"
Albert didn't comment, just hummed and hung up the call. The Shulen family of mankind has been able to continue from the end of the interstellar era, from the end of the Originator's disappearance to the current new human era, and its family's decision-making mechanism is certainly not based solely on the patriarch's one-man show.
As the only heir, he naturally had authority in the family, but Albert was well aware of the extent to which this authority was granted to him by the First Fortress.
Therefore, although his political stance is in agreement with Holderman, he has already integrated his interests with Fitzgerald, so naturally he has to bite the bullet and resolve any execution difficulties arising from the decisions of the red-haired alpha.
As expected, the voting process, which had been almost frozen, now advanced rapidly like a rocket, and soon exceeded 70% of the seats, but the progress in the 'energy collection pool' was still around 40%.
As the situation became stalemate, Fitzgerald suddenly spoke up: "Since the Zerg have also sent a representative, please show up."
The indicator light in the field suddenly lit up behind the Grand Duke from Yindu.
The Grand Duke looked unhappy, but in front of everyone, he had no choice but to stand up and reveal his identity.
"No, not just you." Fitzgerald's eyebrows moved slightly, and the indicator lights in the field shifted slightly, narrowing the range of illumination and focusing on a gorgeously dressed maid behind the Grand Duke.
"Your Majesty, Queen of the Zerg Tribe, since you are here, please follow the rules of this conference hall."
"Albert, give the queen of the insect race a seat."
"Yes." Albert was not surprised. Instead, he had a sense of relief that 'it is just as Your Highness predicted'. He was just puzzled as to why the Queen of the Insect Tribe, who had already reached an alliance with Yindu, would lead the 'King Insect' to visit the First Fortress in such a sneaky way.
The only explanation is...
Did the talks with Anthony's old guy fall through?
Yin can't satisfy the appetite of the Queen of the Insect Tribe?
Fitzgerald's voice was attached with spiritual power. He considerately changed it to the human voice from two thousand years ago. After all, the last time the Zerg Queen slaughtered humans, she was imprisoned and isolated from the universe for a thousand years. It is natural for human language to change over time.
"We naturally regard you as a representative of the Zerg Clan, and we are here to discuss matters."
"What do you think?"
The crowd was in uproar - the races below level II were about to run away. But at the same time as Fitzgerald switched languages, the pressure from the Zerg Queen unceremoniously filled the entire place.
Fitzgerald's silver-grey pupils shrank, almost to the shape of a needle. From behind his ears, the fine blue scales could no longer be concealed and spread to his neck.
He opened a silver-blue mental defense shield and directly confronted the Zerg Queen behind the Grand Duke.
Everyone in the field breathed a sigh of relief. Some of the race representatives with keen senses also noticed Fitzgerald's slight abnormality, but it was obvious that in such a tense state, it was not appropriate to gossip about this abnormality.
Then, the maid behind the Grand Duke pushed aside the Grand Duke's huge and obese body and appeared in front of the representatives present.
She was an extremely gorgeous omega, with ankle-length red hair spread out like seaweed. After Fitzgerald fought back against the Queen's pressure, the omega's seductive pheromones began to spread unscrupulously.
She covered her face with a goose feather fan and looked over with her green eyes. She spoke in a slightly unfamiliar interstellar language:
"Since you already know my intentions, why not work together with my tribe?"
"As for these inferior races present," the Queen of the Insect Tribe took off her goose feather fan, and with a face that looked 80% like Marlena, she chuckled and said, "Let's take this opportunity to wipe them out in one fell swoop."
"Ah!" She pointed with her goose feather fan at the nearly 60% progress of the 'hedge energy collection pool' in the light curtain, sneering: "Why bother with these laborious agreements! As long as the First Fortress is removed from the Zerg defense line 3,000 light years away, the remaining 50% of the energy pool will be provided by our race!"
"Such conditions!"
"how?"
"No big deal." Fitzgerald spoke, and although his expression had relaxed, he was still as nonchalant as if he was just discussing a territorial dispute on a planet: "Perhaps Yin can agree to your proposal of assimilating the 'human-worm', but the First Fortress will not."
"Moreover, what is the specific method that the Zerg are talking about? Does it mean that after the First Fortress withdraws its defense, the nobles will be able to escape from their place of imprisonment and then plunder from other star systems?"
"As long as the Zerg do not eradicate their predatory nature, no living species with a bit of backbone will make peace with them."
Fitzgerald's mental power swept across the entire place, releasing goodwill to the weak races that were confused by the provocation of the Zerg Queen.
"Even humans who have completely defeated the Zerg will not do that."
Holdman, who had been hiding at the scene and in charge of secret vigilance, couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
He could say that he had watched Fitzgerald grow up, from Hall, who was as aloof as a snow wolf, to the first heir to the empire, whose temperament became even colder after he returned from the Tomb of the Universe because he had restrained his violent temper as much as possible...
When did the mental strength of this red-haired ice cube become...capable of accommodating such a peaceful frequency?
Tonight's duty was to keep a close eye on Holdman's uncontrollable movements on the field. He squinted his eyes and felt the changes in the red-haired alpha's mental power. As the mentor who enlightened Hall's mental power and the mentor of Prince Fitzgerald recognized by the royal family, Holdman knew almost everything about the alpha's growth and every step in his mental power advancement.
Very good! Holderman sighed, it can't be said that it is a qualitative change caused by the accumulation of quantity like in the past, but more like a sudden enlightenment, opening up a frequency band that has never been touched before...
It seems that it is the same destined matching rate, meeting the right person and having a correct love... Holdman couldn't help but feel an indescribable jealousy when he thought of his past.
While his mind was racing like lightning—
The Queen of the Zerg Clan sneered: "In the face of life and death, what does this mean?!"
"You must know that no matter the life-saving Yindu defense fortress that you humans are working on, or the energy hedging plan that your First Fortress is planning, there is not even a 0.01% chance of winning against the impending disaster. Otherwise—"
"Why did you hide your omega on a floating island?"
"Do you dare to tell your fellow tribesmen loudly what you have hidden on the floating island?"
The atmosphere in the conference hall became tense again, and this time the undercurrent was within the sphere of influence of humans such as the Shulen family.
The weaker tribes whose civilization level was below II relaxed instead. They all knew that the energy competition at this level was too far away from them.