At this moment, the highest military headquarters of the empire is located atop a massive building suspended in mid-air.
A discussion meeting regarding the military decisions of the Oron Empire is underway.
The person who convened and chaired this meeting was surprisingly an elderly man with white hair and a white beard.
Those who were able to attend this meeting were all Grand Marshals from the military of the Oron Empire.
There are dozens of Grand Marshals here, each of whom is a true pillar of the Oron Empire and a top-notch combat mech pilot.
It is thanks to their tireless protection that the Oron Empire has stood firm.
Among these marshals, the oldest is over 3,000 years old.
However, he still couldn't compare to the white-haired, white-bearded old man who convened the meeting.
This old man is not the Grand Marshal, but the Commander-in-Chief of the Oron Empire's military!
He is also one of the 13 elders of the Oron Empire, making him the strongest individual in the empire.
"In recent years, the Zerg have become increasingly rampant, invading the front lines of my Oron Empire civilization everywhere. Our military defenses have been forced to constantly tighten. In addition, with too many immigrant planets, the population growth rate has increased dramatically, and resources are being consumed continuously. This will only make us weaker. If this continues, I'm afraid this war, which has lasted for hundreds of years, will be hopeless!"
A middle-aged man with short, spiky black hair sat in a floating chair and addressed the people in the meeting.
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a tall, thin man dressed in clothing adorned with luxurious patterns symbolizing the nobility of the empire continued:
"Grand Marshal Sari, don't be so pessimistic. Let those 'poor people' fend for themselves. Don't bring them up every time. The Empire never supports useless people!"
This tall, thin man is a Grand Marshal from a high-ranking noble family in the empire.
"Oh dear, Tulls, Corey isn't here, and you're saying that with such confidence!"
Suddenly, a woman wearing a purple dress and with a very beautiful face couldn't help but laugh.
However, what's a bit strange is that she carries an unusually large sword on her back despite her petite and delicate figure. The combination of her beautiful figure and such a large sword just doesn't look quite right.
“Avilina, you’re a noblewoman too. You don’t need to defend those poor people like this. We all know you like that guy Corey. I said a few words about those good-for-nothings, and you’re so quick to bring Corey up. I’ve never been afraid of him!”
A tall, thin man dressed in magnificent aristocratic clothes sneered from the side.
"Try saying one more word! Try it!"
Upon hearing the words, "You like that guy Corey," the woman in the purple dress immediately retorted angrily.
At the same time, a slender white hand gripped the greatsword tightly on her back.
"You two, don't talk about anything unrelated to the meeting! Otherwise, this old man will have to ask you to leave."
The white-haired, white-bearded old man's deep eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light as he stared at the tall, thin man in magnificent noble clothes and the beautiful woman in a purple dress carrying a greatsword.
Stared at by the white-haired, white-bearded old man, Turs and Evelina couldn't help but shiver. They immediately straightened their posture and then kept their mouths shut, not uttering a word.
These two are both powerful figures at the Grand Marshal level, but at this moment they are like children caught doing something wrong by their parents, becoming well-behaved.
If their subordinates saw this, they would definitely be so shocked they wouldn't be able to close their mouths.
Suddenly, a hint of surprise appeared on the face of the white-haired, white-bearded old man, which had been as calm as a stagnant pool.
All of you present are Grand Marshals, and your mental strength is incredibly powerful. You could detect even the slightest change in the face of the white-haired, white-bearded old man.
The white-haired, white-bearded old man's beard curled slightly, and his deep eyes gradually brightened, shining like stars in the sky.
The old man's sudden change in expression aroused the curiosity of every Grand Marshal.
What could be so important that it could bring such surprise to this elder?
Could it be that the Emperor has recovered from his injuries? Or perhaps one of the Grand Marshals guarding the front lines of the Zerg battlefield has slain a Zerg King?
Meanwhile, Evelyna was thinking: Had Corey done something amazing again? No, I have to go with him next time. He can't always get all the credit! I want to be like Elder Hanna and show Corey that women can be powerful too!
"Hmm? Could it be that my Oron Empire is about to produce another Grand Marshal-level powerhouse?"
"This kid has amazing potential and talent. At just 16, he can already slay a Zerg general; his potential is truly extraordinary!"
The white-haired, white-bearded old man, seated in the commander-in-chief's seat, thought to himself.
He had been keeping a close eye on military intelligence from the Empire with the portion of his mental energy he had set aside. Just now, he discovered that a 16-year-old boy had appeared in the 114th sector of the 51st Star Cluster of the Empire, and his military rank had reached that of Major General of the Empire!
This was a pleasant surprise to him. After all, being able to kill a Zerg general at the age of 16 was a rare talent and strength in the Oron Empire.
This kind of talent is rare, perhaps only once every few decades or centuries. How could we not make him happy or surprised?
With proper training, a young man of such talent has a high probability of becoming a powerful figure at the level of a Grand Marshal.
Yes, the message the white-haired, white-bearded old man saw with his spiritual power was Marshal Odis Swift's application to the Imperial Military Headquarters to promote Mo Tianyun to Major General.
He naturally had to pay close attention to a message sent by a marshal to the highest military headquarters of the empire.
This news brought a slight sense of surprise to his usually calm heart.
"Elder, is there some good news?"
Avilina, being an impatient person, couldn't help but ask the white-haired, white-bearded old man.
The white-haired, white-bearded old man was the oldest living ancestor in her family, only a few thousand years older than her.
Therefore, among all the marshals present, she was the only one who dared to ask the question.
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