From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 790: The Awareness of Mutual Destruction

The reception ceremony of the Renaissance Alliance was full of extremely strong "federal" characteristics. Obviously, for the Renaissance Alliance who were born in the "Old Federation", some things were ingrained in their bones and difficult to change.

For example, the various traditions and customs of the Federation.

When Amber and others stepped onto the space city through the gangway, Franklin and the top leaders of the Renaissance Alliance immediately came to greet them. The two sides had a lively conversation, as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.

It was as if the previous conflicts and disputes between the two sides had never happened.
After a brief greeting at the starport of the space city, Franklin took Amber and his party to a banquet hall in the space city, where the Renaissance Alliance specially prepared a "welcome" dinner for the Atlas Group.

After Amber walked into the banquet hall, her first reaction was that the Renaissance Alliance had indeed become wealthy and developed, and that they had spared no expense in the construction of the banquet hall.

Under the huge transparent dome, the light is divided into colorful beams by a carefully designed refraction device and projected into the spacious hall. The crystal chandeliers are like suspended stars, casting light on every corner.

Carefully selected waiters, in formal attire, shuttled among the guests, with trays filled with a variety of fine wines and exquisite appetizers.

As soon as the Atlas Group delegation led by Amber entered the hall, they became the focus of the whole audience.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit with a silver badge of the Atlas Group pinned to his collar, and he looked calm and elegant.

Isabel beside her chose a dark blue evening dress, which brought out her slender figure and also made her temperament seem a little cold today - according to Isabel, this was also one of the strategies in the confrontation, and one had to remain cool enough to put pressure on the other party.

Franklin led the way personally with Eleanor in front. He wore a dress specially made for the Restoration League and a medal on his chest symbolizing his status as the supreme leader of the league.

"Mr. Amber, welcome."

When they reached the center of the hall, Franklin formally extended his hand to Amber, a smile on his face that at least looked particularly sincere.

"Your presence and that of everyone from the Atlas Group will make the ceremony the day after tomorrow even more meaningful."

Amber stepped forward, smiled and shook his hand: "Mr. Franklin, you are too polite. It is my honor to witness the birth of the 'New Federation'."

After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Franklin introduced the dinner prepared for them to Amber: "We have prepared a small cocktail party for you. All the senior leaders of the Renaissance Alliance will be present. I sincerely hope that this will be an opportunity for both of us to be frank and clear up past misunderstandings."

Amber couldn't help but smile meaningfully when she heard Franklin's words:

"Mr. Franklin, I wonder if there are 'three hundred axemen' lying in ambush in the venue, waiting for your order to rush out and slaughter us all?"

The atmosphere in the hall froze in an instant. The people around held their breath and looked at the two nervously.

The smile on Franklin's face froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal: "Hahahaha, Mr. Amber is still as good at joking as before~ I assure you, there will only be wine and friendship tonight, nothing else."

Amber laughed and patted Franklin on the shoulder, then looked around at the other high-ranking members of the Renaissance Alliance: "Franklin, I believe in your sincerity. Sometimes I just like to joke around, so please forgive me."

"Haha, it's okay. It's okay."

Under the guidance of the waiter, Amber was arranged to sit opposite Franklin at the long table. Isabel and other members of the Atlas Group were arranged on both sides of him, and opposite him were the core figures of the Renaissance Alliance, such as Hall and Cole.

At the beginning, the atmosphere of the dinner was quite harmonious. The guests and hosts toasted each other and talked about some irrelevant topics.

But after three rounds of drinks, when both sides had exhausted their polite words, the topic gradually turned to a more sensitive topic.

"Mr. Amber"

Hall put down his glass and looked at Amber with sharp eyes.

"I have always been curious about what exactly the Atlas Group expects from the 'New Federation'? Do you want to see an independent regime or a vassal controlled by you?"

The temperature in the banquet hall seemed to drop several degrees in an instant. Amber took a sip of wine and responded calmly:

"Mr. Hall, the Atlas Group has never regarded any regime as a 'vassal', and we don't need so-called 'vassals'. As you can see, we are just a group of simple businessmen who only provide technology and resources to help rebuild order. As for the future of the 'New Federation', it depends entirely on your own choice."

"Choice?" Cole on the other side suddenly sneered, "When our energy system, communication network, and even military equipment are dependent on the Atlas Group, what choice do we have? This is just a change of form of control!"

Hearing Cole's words, Isabel, who had always maintained a stern expression, frowned slightly: "General Cole, you seem to have forgotten one thing. It was the Atlas Group that helped the Renaissance Alliance overthrow the tyranny of the Federation. Without our support, you might still be planning a rebellion in the underground base today."

"So we should be forever grateful and willing to be your puppets?!"

Hall raised his voice, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

"This world doesn't need a new overlord! What the Atlas Group is doing is just a different way of continuing to exploit human society!"

Amber listened quietly and did not interrupt.

His gaze lingered on Franklin's face for a moment and he found that the other party was also observing his reaction.

The atmosphere of the dinner became increasingly tense, with arguments rising one after another. In this atmosphere, the representatives of the Atlas Group looked at each other in bewilderment. Then the group's CFO, Sarbanes, stood up and looked at Amber: "Boss, I think this 'dinner' has no need to continue. Instead of letting us continue to suffer here, it is better for us to leave early." Amber nodded, and just as he was about to respond, Hall suddenly slammed the table and stood up: "None of you can leave!"

As he moved, the door of the banquet hall suddenly opened, and hundreds of elite soldiers in heavy power armor rushed in. The originally empty banquet hall was instantly filled to the brim.

The weapons in their hands and on their shoulders were all aimed at Amber and the others, and the top leaders of the Renaissance Alliance quickly stood up and stepped aside. Only Franklin remained sitting in his original position, looking at Amber calmly. The entire banquet hall fell into a brief silence.

The top executives of the Atlas Group exchanged glances with each other. Although Amber had informed everyone of the dangers before the trip and everyone was mentally prepared, when the moment of using knives and guns really came, everyone was still a little nervous.

However, when they saw Amber, who was very calm, stand up and slowly walk forward to protect everyone behind her, everyone calmed down again.

'Amber is the backbone of the Atlas Group', this has never been an empty statement.

"It seems that Mr. Franklin's 'sincere' invitation does contain 'three hundred axemen'." Amber said softly, with a hint of ridicule in her tone.

Franklin slowly stood up and looked at Amber with a serious and resolute expression:

"Mr. Amber, please forgive me for what I did today. But the existence of your Atlas Group has become the biggest obstacle to the development of the Renaissance Alliance, so we have decided to completely end this unequal relationship!"

Amber still maintained a calm smile. He looked around and then set his eyes on Franklin again: "I won't say anything else for now. I'm just a little curious. Why do you think you can keep us with such a small number of people?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Amber gently raised her right hand, and an invisible force instantly swept across the entire banquet hall.

The soldiers wearing heavy power armor were pushed against the wall as if hit by a huge wave, making a deafening crash.

The armor broke, fragments flew everywhere, and the soldiers of the Renaissance Alliance screamed as they were stuck in the deformed armor and unable to move.

The whole process took only a blink of an eye, and the calmness on Franklin's face instantly turned into horror.

"Impossible!" Hall screamed, "Where's the psychic suppressor? Why isn't it working?!"

Amber said nothing, but raised his hand again, and an even more powerful spiritual energy wave spread out from his body.

The walls around the banquet hall shattered instantly, revealing ten psychic suppression devices hidden inside. These devices also emitted shrill alarms one after another at this moment, and then exploded into countless pieces.

Amber: "Excuse me. Are these what you mean? I'm afraid they won't work well for me."

Hall and other high-ranking members of the Renaissance Alliance turned pale. He took a few steps back, his eyes flashing with disbelief: "This is impossible. The Federal Research Institute clearly stated that those devices are enough to suppress psychics below level six. Unless..."

"Unless I have surpassed that level, I will officially announce it today. Yes, I am the only seventh-level psychic in human history~" Amber said lightly.

Franklin was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered: "It seems that I really underestimated you, Mr. Amber. You are still the man who 'makes the impossible possible'. But today, none of you will leave alive!"

One of his eyes suddenly turned red, and then a detonation program was projected on his personal terminal:
"Mr. Amber, do you know what this is? A tactical nuclear bomb with a yield of 1.2 million tons is right under our feet. The detonator of the nuclear bomb has been connected to my brain. No matter if I give the order to detonate, or if I lose vital signs, or if my brain is attacked by psychic energy, this nuclear bomb will explode immediately, and the entire space city will be reduced to ashes!

I know that a level 7 psychic may be very strong, and I am not sure whether this final struggle can work on you, but the other senior executives of the Atlas Group should not be as strong as you, Mr. Amber? Even if you can survive the nuclear explosion by chance, what about them?"

This news was like a bombshell, shocking everyone present.

Including the top leaders of the Renaissance Alliance, because they were also unaware of this "ultimate plan".

Cole rushed to Franklin excitedly: "Are you crazy?! When did you install a nuclear bomb in Space City? This is not in the plan!"

Hall's face turned pale: "Franklin, this is too much! Even if you destroy Atlas by doing this, it will also destroy the Renaissance Alliance!"

"Shut up, you two cowards! You don't deserve to be a member of the Renaissance Alliance!"

Franklin glared at them both coldly, and then continued: "Do you think we have any other choice when facing an extremely powerful psychic? If we are not prepared to sacrifice our lives, what's the point of talking about revival!"

Amber raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Franklin's determination was beyond his expectations. He also didn't expect the other party to really play the "mutual destruction" trick. He always thought that when Franklin took a high position, he would lose his courage.

"Franklin, I admit that you impressed me today."

Amber walked forward slowly, still with a smile on her face, as if she was not worried at all that she was stepping on a 1.2-megaton nuclear bomb.

"Are you really ready to sacrifice yourself and everyone else in order to destroy me? Including your loyal companions? Your lover?"

Franklin's hands trembled slightly, but his eyes remained firm: "If this is the only way to prevent the Atlas Group from controlling the future of mankind, then everything is worth it."

(End of this chapter)