From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 725 Undercurrents Converge
Amber has always felt that she is an ordinary person.

But after he couldn't control himself and kissed Saleh, and finally rolled onto the small bed in the laboratory, he realized that his XP didn't seem to be that ordinary. At least a normal person wouldn't feel "physically and mentally comfortable" because of the comfort of those soft foot-like tentacles behind Saleh's head.

For various possible reasons, the physiological structure of the Jerram people is actually not much different from that of humans. There is nothing inexplicably extra or missing.

After the two of them embraced each other and lay on the small bed in the laboratory and entered the Sage Time at the same time, Saleh suddenly said: "I never thought that I would be teaching and training with a Homo sapiens."

"Teaching and training. Isn't the word you used a little too boring?" Amber curled her lips speechlessly. The originally passionate project sounded like some kind of research project after Saleh mentioned it.

"Besides, weren't you quite into it just now?"

"I-I was controlled by the effect of 'mental shackles'!" Salih defended with a red face, and in her panic even the soft foot-like tentacles behind her head became tangled.

"Hey! Don't get excited."

Amber smiled and reached out to help Saleh untie her tentacles, and the touch of the tentacles made Saleh blush again.

The two of them were silent for a moment. Just when the atmosphere began to become awkward, Amber suddenly said, "By the way, the 'mental shackles' can also control your name 'baba'?"

"Yes." Saleh's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum.

"I believe it~"

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Of course, the 'mental shackles' would not control Salih to call 'baba'. After all, this is not mind control. In essence, the 'mental shackles' are more like the soul contract in fantasy novels. Their biggest function is to restrict the controlled person so that he dare not disobey the controller's orders.

Saleh's excitement was mainly due to her high status as a Jeram person, a "pioneer" in the eyes of humans. However, she was raped by the Homo sapiens who were once slaves, experimental subjects, and targets of silence of the Jeram people. This strong sense of gap and humiliation was one of the sources of her pleasure.

So Amber knew very well that this was Saleh's cover-up, but he did not continue to ask. Some topics should be kept in moderation, otherwise it would be counterproductive.

Just as the two of them were quietly enjoying a moment of peace in the 'Sage Time', Lilith's voice suddenly rang out over the laboratory's broadcasting device.

"Master, Ms. Isabel and Ms. Ellenita are looking for you and are heading towards the laboratory. Are you sure you want to continue lying naked with Ms. Saleh in your arms?"

As soon as Lilith finished speaking, the laboratory suddenly fell into chaos.

Especially Saleh, as a bystander, she was enjoying watching the "emotional drama" between two Homo sapiens and an elf.

As a result, I have inexplicably become a "character in the play", which is not so comfortable.
Amber reacted extremely quickly, almost subconsciously jumping up from the cot. Her movements were swift and decisive, completely different from the laziness and relaxation she had just shown.

The thin blanket covering their bodies was lifted up by his movements and then slowly fell down, as if the tenderness from just now still remained.

While he was frantically picking up the clothes that were scattered on the ground when the facehugger attacked him, he did not forget to look back at Saleh.

When he turned around, he found that the old frozen man's reaction was even more exaggerated than his own.

She disappeared from the bed almost instantly, her movements as agile as a female leopard. At this moment, the Forerunner Think Tank Deacon finally demonstrated her physical fitness that far exceeded that of humans.

If it weren't for Amber's extraordinary eyesight, she probably wouldn't have been able to catch her movements, because Saleh rushed into the hibernation capsule placed in the corner of the laboratory at a speed that was almost teleporting. The capsule was dragged back from the Forerunner Think Tank based on her application to seal her, an old frozen meat.

The door of the hibernation capsule, which had long been repaired by Saleh, closed automatically the moment she entered, tightly shut without a sound - as if everything that had just happened was just Amber's illusion.

Amber was secretly shocked, thinking that Saleh's physical fitness was actually much stronger than she usually showed, but it was a pity that she only used it here.
But now Amber didn't have much time to lament about these things, because he had to get himself ready before Isabel and Alanita arrived.

Even though I know this is just a cover-up, it is better to struggle than to give up directly.
Amber rushed to the sink on the other side of the laboratory and washed his face with cold water, trying to make himself more awake. He looked up at the mirror - he was still handsome but his hair was messy and there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes. It was obvious that he had not done anything good just now.

"Tsk, even a fool can see that. Lilith, why didn't you remind me earlier?" Amber adjusted her collar and started to "question" Lilith.

"Master, you were having a blast just now. How dare I disturb you? I don't want to annoy you and force you to rush into the virtual space and do this and that again."

"No, Lilith, when you say something like that, don't use such an expectant tone, okay?"

Just as Amber was about to say a few more words, the door of the laboratory suddenly opened automatically, and Isabel and Alanita walked in one after another.

Normally, the two of them did not have control over the door to Saleh's laboratory, but now they could walk in unimpeded.
"Lilith"

"Master, I tell you the truth, it was me!" Lilith's virtual figure suddenly appeared next to Amber's head, accompanied by a 'bang' and smoke effect.

"I think you need some discipline!"

"No, I just want to speed up the Master's 'Universe Life Fusion' project~"

"Tsk, I'll deal with you later!"

Amber glared at Lilith, then forced a smile that she thought was natural, and walked towards Isabel and Ellenita.

"Isa, Ellenita, why are you here?"

Unfortunately, the two did not speak directly to each other. Isabel's eyes avoided Amber and scanned the laboratory directly, finally falling on Amber again.

"Amber, we're looking for you. There's something."

Isabel's tone was flat, and no emotion could be heard, but Amber felt an invisible pressure coming towards him. This was the first time he felt this kind of aura from Isabel.

"This is the aura of someone who aspires to become the 'first wife'."

At this moment, this inappropriate thought flashed through Amber's mind. At the same time, he subconsciously avoided Isabel's gaze and answered: "What's the hurry?"

Neither of them answered directly. Ellenita stood beside Isabel with a playful smile on her face. Her eyes moved back and forth between Amber and various corners of the laboratory, as if looking for some clues.

"Amber, you were in the lab just now, what were you doing?"

Ellenita's voice was soft and charming, but Amber heard a hint of something unusual. The psychic's keen perception made him feel like a prey being targeted by two cunning foxes at that moment.

Amber tried to keep herself calm and manage her expression, and calmly replied: "What else can I do? In the lab. Doing experiments, of course."

"Really?"

There was a hint of doubt in Isabel's tone.

"But why did I hear that there seemed to be some movement in the laboratory just now?"

"Noise? What noise?" Amber pretended to be surprised, "Why didn't I hear anything?"

"Amber, stop pretending."

Alanita suddenly spoke up: "Lilith has already told us."

"Lilith?! It's really this unreliable girl."

Amber almost vomited blood. As the saying goes, the strongest fortress is often breached from the inside. This saying is quite suitable for Amber.

"Master, this is not my fault~"

Lilith's voice suddenly sounded, and her three-headed virtual image floated to the three people.

"Who made you so 'engaged' just now~"

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Amber was speechless for a moment. He really wanted to rush into the virtual space and teach this artificial intelligence a lesson, but it was obvious that the problem at hand needed to be solved quickly.

"Okay, I admit it." Amber sighed and decided to confess.

"I was just talking to Salih."

“And Saleh?”

Isabel and Ellenita spoke almost at the same time, with a hint of surprise in their eyes. They didn't expect Amber to be so direct.

"What are you doing in the lab?"

Isabel's voice trembled slightly. She seemed to have guessed something, but she still wanted to hear Amber's answer in person.
"We are exchanging feelings." "Exchanging feelings?"

The corners of Ellenita's mouth rose slightly.

"Amber, that's a very euphemistic way of putting it."

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‘Clang! ’

In the corner of the laboratory, a sudden sound coming from the hibernation capsule instantly attracted everyone's attention.
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Let’s put aside the turmoil in Saleh’s laboratory for now and shift our focus to the distant federation.

With the Atlas Group's material support and fleet support, the Renaissance Alliance's offensive in recent times can be described as unstoppable. As the offensive continues, the growing team is destroying the Federation's defenses like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

After losing its number one enemy, Federal Navy Marshal Trafalgar, and the Federation's last remaining elite fleet, the Federation was actually unable to withstand the joint attack of the Renaissance Alliance and the Atlas Group.

The Renaissance Alliance fleet, personally trained by the Atlas instructors, showed amazing combat effectiveness on a battlefield where the intensity of the battle and the strength of the enemy suddenly dropped to a higher level.

In several consecutive battles, the Renaissance Alliance fleet, with the support of the Atlas Group's 'Spectrum Destroyer' strike team, defeated one stubborn galaxy garrison fleet after another.

In fact, these garrison fleets are no longer fighting for the Federation, but the autonomous governments of these galaxies are making their last struggle. These galaxy administrators, congressmen, and big capitalists are very clear about how many unspeakable things they have done in their daily lives, and they are also very clear that the Renaissance Alliance only provides one option for these "corrupt elements of the old era."

That is to give them a 'decent' ending
It's just that the combat effectiveness of these galaxy garrison fleets was not strong to begin with, and their resistance was so weak that even the front line established by several galaxy garrison fleets was still vulnerable to the swift offensive of the Renaissance Alliance.

The battle line that once seemed impregnable is now like a castle on the beach, easily washed away by the waves.

One after another, the "important cities" close to the federal capital's galaxy circle were conquered by the Renaissance Alliance, and the federal government's ruling foundation really began to shake.

The only remaining federal naval fleet no longer dared to engage in direct confrontation with the coalition forces of the Renaissance Alliance and Atlas in deep space.

Lieutenant Admiral Lightning, who was regarded by Guterres as the most mediocre star among the Federal Navy's generals and the last senior fleet commander of the Federal Navy, can only lead the fleet to retreat again and again, carefully preserving its strength.

He was well aware of his own abilities, and also knew that if he could not help but fight to the death with his fleet and the Renaissance Alliance, the war would end early.

He knew even more clearly that his repeated concessions would only mean a slow death for the Federation. But no matter what, it would not be an acute death immediately.

However, when he gave up the last galaxy guarding the capital, the gates of the entire federal capital were completely opened, and the end of the federation seemed to have come.
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The former prosperity and order of the Federation's capital galaxy are gone, replaced by a doomsday-like chaos.

Those powerful high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen have already sensed the danger. They are scrambling to board private spaceships and flee this collapsing galaxy in a hurry.

In the orbits of all the colonized planets and satellite cities in the capital galaxy circle, countless luxuriously decorated private spaceships are trying to escape from this galaxy that is about to become a "purgatory" just like a school of fish fleeing from a coral reef.

Yes, purgatory.

This is how these senior federal officials and entrepreneurs see the galaxies occupied by the Resurgence Alliance.

The news that the Renaissance Alliance would publicly "deal with" those federal upper echelons who committed serious crimes had now spread throughout the federation with the Atlas Group's news push.

While ordinary people were applauding and discussing whether this approach was "overkill" or "inhumane", senior federal officials and entrepreneurs had only fear in their eyes.

After all, it was these people who were being 'dealt with'
The private spacecraft that successfully escaped the planet's gravity emitted a long blue trail from its tail, drawing desperate arcs in the starry sky.

Those citizens of the capital galaxy who were no longer able to escape, or who had no intention of escaping at all, chose to go on a final mad spree before the arrival of the Renaissance Alliance.

They took to the streets, venting their fear and despair.

Zero-dollar purchases, fights, illegal invasions, and armed conflicts occur one after another. In the federal capital galaxy, which was once a symbol of democracy and freedom, law and order have now disappeared.

The police and federal soldiers who are still on duty can only rely on the "kill if you get close" approach to guard government agencies and important facilities.
In the Star Dragon Empire, in the Princess Villa of Agnes, as the day of her coronation approaches, the atmosphere has become increasingly tense and busy.

The chief of court etiquette, accompanied by a large number of maids, carefully arranged the gorgeous dresses and precious accessories required for the coronation ceremony, not daring to be careless in any detail.

The Star Dragon Empire's coronation ceremony is traditional and complicated, and each set of procedures has different service and accessories requirements, and these requirements are all set by the founding emperor Delaman Leon himself.

'The laws of the ancestors cannot be changed', let alone the ancestor who is at the top of the list. Therefore, this set of procedures has never changed in hundreds of years. Every emperor of the Star Dragon Empire must follow this complicated process when he ascends the throne.

For the court etiquette chief and maids, this job is complicated and troublesome, but it is also a great honor.

After all, not every chief of court etiquette and every maid can witness the great event of the new emperor's enthronement.

And personally preparing all kinds of service and accessories for Her Highness Agnes, who was about to become the empress, and determining the timing of all the steps, was a story that was worthy of being passed down as a "family honor".

In another huge room, Agnes's advisors and staff sat together, repeatedly discussing every step of the coronation process to ensure that everything went smoothly.

Agnes sat at the first seat. She knew that if nothing unexpected happened, she would soon reach the pinnacle of power and become the new master of the Star Dragon Empire.

But at this moment, there was no confidence in her eyes that indicated victory, but rather a lingering worry.

Because according to her own intelligence network and some information provided by the Atlas Group, the whereabouts of Regent Norton II have become extremely secretive recently, and even his two aides rarely appear.

Although the outside world speculated that Norton II had given up resistance and was ready to accept the fate of failure, Amber, Agnes and others did not think so at all.

There is no movement towards troop deployment, which may be because the other party has been secretive enough in their actions and we need to be more on guard.

The lack of other actions in the near future does not mean that this hero will give up. They are well aware of Norton II's cunning and ambition, and he will never give in easily. The regent must be planning something in secret, and the upcoming day of his coronation will definitely not be smooth sailing.
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Saint-Saunière, deep beneath the Grand Palais.

The old Emperor Frederico lay quietly in the medical cabin. His body had begun to become increasingly weak, and his face was like a completely different person compared to his last public appearance.

The only thing that has not changed is that the eyes of this imperial ruler are still extremely sharp.

"Has the intruder been found?"

The old emperor's voice was low and hoarse, with unquestionable majesty.

Archbishop Jules Mazarin, who was standing next to the medical staff, shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, I am sorry that we have not yet found any trace of the intruders. They did not leave any traces."

Frederico was silent for a moment, and his face did not show the expected anger, but instead a strange calmness.

"It's okay. It's just a minor incident before the arrival of 'The End of the World'. It won't affect the overall situation."

He paused for a moment, as if to let this almost exhausted body relax, and then continued to ask after a moment: "How is the adaptability of the 'Eternal Cell'? How is the preparation for the insertion plug?"

When Jules Mazarin heard Frederico mention this, a hint of enthusiasm ignited in his eyes. He bowed his head and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, everything is ready."

The old emperor nodded slightly, he sighed deeply, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Then it's time to get ready to put me in the plug."

"I will obey your will, Your Majesty."

In the huge freezing chamber of the 'Final Dogma Zone', mountains of blue ice crystals were hidden in the surrounding chill. The huge body of the frozen star dragon was looming in the ice, and the dragon scales on its body were flashing with a cold light under the gradually brightening lights in the freezing chamber.

As Jules Mazarin issued the command to "execute the thawing procedure", the thick layer of ice began to melt gradually under the action of the environmental control system, and from time to time, a series of "crackling" sounds were emitted.

The first part to be thawed was the back of the neck of the giant star dragon. All the initial preparations for the insertion of plugs had been completed here, and it was about to welcome the first "star dragon driver" in the past two million years.

When Frederico, wearing a special driving suit, was completely immersed in the liquid in the plug, the hatch was slowly closed, and the entire plug rotated clockwise into the body of the star dragon.

Archbishop Jules Mazarin, with a group of the most loyal high priests and fanatics of the Imperial State Religion, knelt devoutly around the gradually unsealed star dragon, chanting the blessing prayers of the State Religion, and became more and more fanatical as the ice gradually melted.

Finally, the giant dragon that had been sleeping for millions of years slowly opened its eyes again. It was a pair of scarlet vertical pupils, filled with an ancient and powerful aura.

This aura seemed to come from the ancient times, carrying with it the pressure to destroy everything.

Jules Mazarin, who saw this scene, stood up with red eyes and called out the name of the Dragon God in a hoarse voice. Other high priests and fanatics also shouted along with him, as if they had witnessed a miracle.

However, no one present noticed that the moment the dragon opened its eyes seemed to be a little earlier than the time the plug was inserted.

(End of this chapter)