Chapter 441 If you want to hit me, I'll be the first to run away! (Sorry, it's a little late)
Many people immediately understood why the three master craftsmen of the Machinists Association had issued a series of statements some time ago, emphasizing that no political persecution of the Machinists Association would be allowed.
"Strict and severe punishment..."
A few days later, Li Ming, who had already replaced his spaceship, watched the situation develop.
Following the announcements and statements from various civilizations, local mechanics also banded together to discuss countermeasures and subconsciously safeguard their own rights and interests.
Large-scale marches were launched, factories stopped working, and the mechanics encouraged the workers to target local civilization and hold demonstrations.
"The Mechanics Association, through the help of low-level mechanics, can almost severely damage an entire civilization. If it were me, I would also feel uneasy..."
The natural threshold of the Machinists Association means that mechanics who can pass the assessment are not only smarter, but also far superior to ordinary people in many aspects, and can be quickly supported through various resources.
He then applied for loans, built factories, got involved in related industries, and eventually became a local tycoon.
It’s not so bad in empire-level civilizations, as the Mechanics Association doesn’t have such great capabilities yet, but in small and medium-sized civilizations, it can be said to be a universal killer.
In fact, this is not the first time that interstellar civilizations have taken a cut into the big cake of mechanics.
When the Machinists Association was first established, it did not attract much attention. Most people believed that this organization would probably disappear soon and would not even cause any waves.
But the master forger of hammers single-handedly built up this association.
Later, many civilizations realized the dangers behind this association and intended to split it up.
But the forging master pressed it down with a powerful posture.
What is a strong stance?
Li Ming had heard Reynolds mention that he actually went there alone and talked to each imperial-level civilization one by one.
When he learned about it, he was secretly shocked. How powerful is the forging hammer?
This incident also established the prestige and status of the hammersmith.
The two current master craftsmen, Mechanical Soul and Creation, are far inferior to the Forging Hammer Master in strength, and their reputations are even lower.
The crisis of the Machinists Association is getting worse, and many low-level machinists hope that senior machinists will speak up and protect their rights.
Three days later, the God of Creation finally showed up, but he did not question Xingji.
Instead, it requires many mechanics to remain calm and not destroy the economic ecology and stability and security of local civilization. Any matter should be resolved through legal negotiation.
"Fuck, what kind of god-like craftsman is this? His ass is really crooked. He's been bullied to the point of being bullied by others, and he actually asks us to endure it..."
"A master craftsman, worthy of the title of 'soft mechanic', his body is really flexible..."
"When he saw his imperial father speaking, he didn't dare to object to a word."
The statement of the God-Creator immediately caused a backlash within the Mechanics Association. Most of the low-level mechanics had become ruthless out of fear.
No one can withstand the investigation. Even if they are clean, they are afraid of being accused of false charges. Anyone who does not help them will become their enemy.
"Software mechanic... As expected, the creator really knows himself well." Li Ming couldn't help but laugh as he watched the news.
This was not the first day they knew about this, and they had already conducted many simulations with Reynolds and Mikhail.
These methods and reactions were actually within the expectations of him and the Creator.
The Machinists Association is originally a non-governmental organization and has no legal basis at all, which means that it is actually a lamb to be slaughtered.
All it takes is for a civilization that can withstand the backlash to take the first step.
The Empire is the best leader. Two full years have passed. Without any external pressure, the internal mechanics have completed the first round of purges and localized the work, without causing much reaction at all.
This kind of "strict and severe" attitude is bound to cause a high-pressure reaction from the mechanics.
Then let each civilization deepen its determination to deal with this behemoth, because the interstellar public opinion will not be on their side because of the unrest it causes.
We can’t blame these mechanics. With life and death crisis right before their eyes, who could remain calm?
The solution to this problem is actually very simple. All we need is someone with enough prestige to stand up and order all the mechanics not to act too aggressively.
If the conflict does not intensify, not many civilizations would dare to take the initiative to strike. If everyone is united, it will be difficult for the knife to fall.
"We...can't suppress it..." Li Ming still remembered the ugly look on the face of the God of Creation when he was discussing a solution with him.
No one can stop the three major civilizations from joining forces. All they can do is minimize the losses.
In fact, the bottom-level mechanics will not have much to lose.
They have anticipated the other party's subsequent reaction and will wait for the confrontation to escalate and deal with a few typical cases.
If we turn the Interstellar Federation-style Mechanics Association into a local autonomous department and then announce an amnesty bill, those mechanics will flock to it even if they have to bear some losses.
In other words, if you want to open the window, you have to break down the door first. Business will continue later, and you just have to pay a fine.
The main losers are actually the two master craftsmen, especially the master craftsman of creation, whose assets will probably shrink a lot.
After the Mechanics Association is dismantled, the influence of the so-called master craftsmen will plummet to the bottom.
But even if they had foreseen this, there was nothing they could do. Pushing things step by step to this point was beyond the ability of the three of them to withstand, and they could only try their best to recover the losses.
………
boom!
Somewhere in the chaotic star gap, in the center of the battlefield, powerful energy ripples spread in all directions, forming spider-web-like cracks wherever they went.
But it was imprisoned by an extremely powerful force, and then it twisted in an instant, time and space seemed to flow backwards, energy flowed back, and everything returned to silence.
"No more fighting!" A boiling mental wave swept out, and a huge life form like a hill emerged, with shining hair all over its body and four huge horns on its head, which was slowly shrinking at this moment.
"No wonder the Empire invited you. It turns out you've advanced your time ability to the X-level, integrating time and space..."
Barbaroer's face looked grim. Not far from him, purple symbols gathered together and turned into a smiling Anduin wearing a purple robe.
"Just luck..." Anduin replied, then shook his head. "Barbarol, there's no need to be so angry. The Higher Lifeforms Alliance can't be comprised of only ten people. Sooner or later, they'll be open to members."
"Of course I know." Barbaro snorted coldly, "But we are no longer the founding ten. We have less power. Besides, are all of these ten people stronger than me?"
Anduin shook his head helplessly. "The Empire never said that invitations were based on strength."
"What's that based on?" Barbaro frowned. "Since they're advanced life forms, should we consider philosophical understanding instead of strength?"
"You are indeed better than me, I admit it." Barbarole said, turned and left.
"Wait, where are you going?" Anduin frowned, and his body became unsteady, and he was already beside Barbarol.
"I will go find those who are not as strong as me, defeat them and take their place." Barbaroer said in a deep voice.
"Who told you that defeating them will replace them?" Anduin sighed. "You don't understand. What the Empire needs is someone who can speak for them and stand on their side."
"Even if you are stronger than some people, the Empire does not believe that you are on their side and will not invite you."
"No, of course I understand." Barbaroer said solemnly, "But I don't believe that a loser could become one of the ten founding members of the Higher Life Forms Alliance, and that the Empire would have the nerve to let him stay."
"You..." Anduin looked at him in surprise and suspicion, his face cold. "Who contacted you recently? The Federation? Or the Covenant? What did they promise you?"
"This has nothing to do with you." Barbaroel said expressionlessly, "Don't even think about stopping me. You're stronger than me, but not enough to crush me."
"Who are you going to find?" Anduin's face changed.
He said bluntly: "It has nothing to do with you."
Anduin suddenly asked, "Blue Dragon?"
Barbaroer turned his head suddenly, "You also think I'm better than him?"
Anduin: “…”
It turns out that fusing multiple gene seeds doesn't work, the muscles are controlling the brain.
His eyes flickered, "I'll go with you."
Barbaroer was surprised, glanced at him, and said indifferently: "It's up to you."
…
"Finally back."
Coming out of the star gate, the Mechanical Royal Court was right in front of him. He immediately contacted Suzaku, took a special channel, skipped the tedious identity verification, and landed in the Mechanical Royal Court.
When Ulrich got the news, he rushed over immediately, looked Li Ming up and down, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him.
He apologized profusely, "Sir Li Ming, this situation happened because I didn't manage Kaiina's affairs well."
"It's not your fault." Li Ming shook his head and asked someone to bring out a metal chair from the dilapidated little spaceship he was riding in.
The surface is a deep black-purple color, the seat is engraved with many complex symbols, and there are shackle-like restraint devices on the armrests.
【True Seat--S Class:
…
Control Ability - Honesty: Any A-level or lower life form that sits on it will answer your questions truthfully.
This is something Li Ming upgraded on the way here, and it is just right for checking out spies.
When it was at level A, the ability was not that strong and could only achieve something similar to hypnosis. Some specially trained undercover agents could still withstand it.
After being born into the S-level, a qualitative change has indeed occurred. It is easy to check the memory, but this situation is difficult to do, which is equivalent to a powerful superpower.
"The Truth-Speaking Chair. Any living being that sits on it, below level A, will tell the truth," Li Ming gave a brief introduction.
Ulrich's expression changed immediately, and his eyes revealed great fear.
"Take it and see if there are any other traitors." Li Ming said.
Ulrich nodded hurriedly and had the chair moved away in a hurry, not even daring to touch it himself.
Li Ming thought about it, and asked Suzaku to prepare a spaceship, and then asked Tanwei to put the black rune stone on the spaceship.
He left a few more mechanical bodies behind to control it and left the Mechanical Royal Court. He had no idea what this thing was, and felt a little uneasy having it by his side, so he simply placed it in the starry sky.
After dealing with all this, Li Ming returned to the core base. At the door of the room, he saw Robin. He seemed to be depressed, with messy hair, as if he had not woken up yet. "You left without calling me."
Li Ming was too lazy to pay attention to him and opened the door. Robin followed closely behind him and sighed, "Alas... Ever since Ford went to study in the Starry Sea, I can't even find anyone to talk to."
"Developing genetic seeds. Talking to someone won't increase the development progress." Li Ming said casually.
Robin almost suffocated and hesitated, "An old friend of mine recently accepted a well-paid mission, which was also quite dangerous, and asked me to help."
Li Ming glanced at him and said, "It's no secret that you're here with me."
"A trap?" Robin was slightly stunned. "But I'm your friend, and I've known you for a lifetime..."
"It's up to you. If you want to go, leave the butler behind." Li Ming said quietly, "If it's a trap, remember to hold on and don't tell anyone about it."
"Uh... forget it, let him go and play by himself."
What Li Ming said was creepy. Robin looked embarrassed and left scratching his head.
Li Ming didn't care. After closing the door, he logged into Qinglong's account, entered the Black Hole Network, and joined a group chat.
The next moment, fluorescent lights flashed all around, and two virtual projections appeared. They were Reynolds and Mikhail.
The virtual projections were actually their real bodies. Reynolds was tall, muscular, with purple-red skin, and was four meters tall. He looked not much different from a forging master.
They are both of the same race.
Mikhail has a slender figure, yet looks somewhat noble. He wears a platinum robe and has long, thin ears. He is a pure-blooded elf, which is extremely rare in the interstellar space.
However, his normally calm face now looked anxious and angry, his expression unsightly. "The situation is becoming increasingly tense. There have already been casualties. Mechanics from a small civilization have even engaged in a firefight with the ruling government."
"What a bunch of idiots!"
"So soon?" Li Ming frowned. "Less than a month."
Mikhail said in a deep voice, "The low-level mechanics are much worse than I imagined. That small civilization hasn't abolished the death penalty yet. According to the mechanic's crime, he will definitely die."
"Then the next step should be condemnation and division." Li Ming pondered: "What do you think the possibility of achieving joint governance is?"
Mikhail said helplessly, "The Mechanics Association has no moat. We can't withstand the interstellar pressure. Joint governance is the best-case scenario, but the possibility of achieving it is very small. We still have too few cards to play."
"Do your best." Li Ming shook his head. None of them thought that the Mechanics Association could withstand this wave.
The longer it dragged on, the more he would get, and the less damage the two master craftsmen in front of him would suffer.
"Tell me, if the three of us work together, can we reach the strength of the Forging Hammer?" Reynolds suddenly said, "How about we give it a try and show them what we have."
Just a little bit?
Li Ming was speechless. How much interest did he have in the Mechanics Association? It was fine if everyone just played games in secret.
He still wants to drag him to fight against the three major civilizations. Has Reynolds lost his mind?
If we really want to overturn the table, I'm sorry, he will definitely be the first to run away.
(End of this chapter)
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