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Chapter 210 Others Store Food, I Store Guns

The vast starry sky is silent, surrounded by several gas planets. Silver star rings are wrapped around the ancestral star of the Human Union, like some kind of material flow.

The purple-robed man floated in the air. Being proficient in psychic powers, he quickly mastered the ability to fly in the void. He followed Sun Wukong and flew towards the United Planet.

Sun Wukong walked very slowly, as if he was appreciating everything here, stopping from time to time.

The purple-robed man would also introduce this star field to them: "After leaving Earth a hundred years ago, we, the Human Alliance, have been wandering in the starry sky. After drifting for a long time, we finally found this planet similar to the solar system, and we settled here."

Sun Wukong came to the edge of a planet with a red surface. The ecological environment of this planet was broken and it was no longer habitable.

But there is still a group of small robots mining ores from the center of the earth, and constantly transporting them to space mining stations to supply the empire.

"This is a barren planet, not suitable for human habitation. Perhaps when technology becomes advanced, we can transform this planet and bring it back to life."

The man in purple robe looked at Sun Wukong guiltily and felt a little flustered.

The Great Sage didn't say a word along the way. Could it be that he was dissatisfied with the environment of the Human Federation?

Sun Wukong remained silent, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

The man in purple robe had no choice but to continue following the other person and explain these barren planets to him.

It was not until Sun Wukong finished looking at this galaxy that he shook his head at the desolate scene.

Seeing this, the purple-robed man immediately said, "Great Sage, don't underestimate the resources in outer space. The development of our planet is definitely not bad."

"Our planet is focusing on the cultural industry and vigorously developing the temple industry. Cohesion is flourishing, and the overall situation is stable and improving. We will truly capture a habitable planet in the neighboring starfish within 30 years."

Sun Wukong listened to the other party's words and shook his head: "Thirty years? That's too slow. Thirty years is enough for me to finish a game, and you guys are just playing one ball."

"Okay, you don't have to worry about it. I'm just trying to figure out which direction is better."

Sun Wukong said helplessly: "I plan to build a water pump to completely drain the energy of the virtual world, but I haven't found a good location!"

"Drain the Void Realm?"

The man in purple robe was stunned by Sun Wukong's words and stood there in a daze.

My goodness, wasn't it the virtual realm that gave birth to him? Why is he trying to drain the virtual realm dry and throw it into dust?

Is this ancestor so crazy!
The man in purple robes did not understand Sun Wukong's plan. He was only horrified by Sun Wukong's ambition. The Void Realm was the final destination of all psychics. All of them dreamed of living in the Void Realm, exploring its mysteries and comprehending the way to ascension until they were finally assimilated by the Void Realm.

That virtual realm is where the spiritual bodies of the entire universe are stored. After the death of all people, their souls will not find peace. Their souls will be restrained by the great demons in the virtual realm, and their last bit of emotional value will be squeezed out. Finally, they will be transformed into the residue of spiritual energy to nourish the entire virtual realm.

The man in purple robe originally thought that the Void Realm was already brutal enough, but he didn't expect that there was someone more brutal than him, who wanted to drain the energy of the Void Realm.

This person is obviously the Sixth Chaos God, and is obviously powerful enough. Why is he committing acts of extinction now? What is he trying to do?

Sun Wukong glanced at the other party. How could this psychic consciousness aggregate know?

There are now two ways of ascension in the Stellar Universe, collectively known as natural disaster ascension.

One of them is the cosmic creation route of creating a new universe, which allows you to become the creator and recreate a universe.

The other is to drain the energy of the virtual world and reality, destroy everything, and make the entire Scourge Empire ascend to a higher dimension.

"Higher dimension!" Sun Wukong slowly landed on the human planet. His tone was emotionless, cold and firm.

He is a pure seeker of truth. He landed here not to save the earth, but simply to prove his truth and ascend to a higher dimension.

Whether it is the Human Federation or the Earth Federation, they are just "vessels" for him to carry his own Tao fruit, and ultimately the crutches to help him overcome the sea of suffering.

"boom!"

As two star beams flashed across the sky and circled around the galaxy, the purple beam followed the golden flame, leaving a long-lasting mark in the sky.

All the residents of the empire raised their heads at the same time, marveling at the dazzling light of the golden flames.

At this moment, the entire planet was covered by the golden sun, regardless of day or night, making this nameless planet shine dazzlingly.

Until it fell into the capital of the empire, a city located in the center of the continent, Shangjing!
A golden flame was cast into the entire sky of Shangjing. The remaining golden beams of light spread from the center to all directions, as if anchoring something and showing its brilliant light.

"finally reached!"

The man in purple robe looked at Sun Wukong sitting in the seat of the Grand Marshal, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"My mission is finally accomplished."

The figure of the purple-robed man became increasingly transparent, the spiritual energy on his body gradually dissipated, and human faces of different appearances gradually emerged from his body.

They are psychics of the Human Federation. Through psychic bonding, they have combined the wills of 500 people and transformed them into purple-robed men, just to seize the initiative in the virtual world and pull Sun Wukong back to the empire.

Sun Wukong is calling up information from the entire empire to understand the strength of this empire.

He looked up at the purple-robed man and found that he was decomposing. The souls of five hundred psychics were overflowing in all directions and sinking into the void.

"Why are you leaving? Stay and work!"

Sun Wukong pointed his finger into the air, and five hundred psychics fell from the void. They transformed from the void into the real, regaining their physical bodies, including the Grand Marshal of the Human Federation. With a thud, the psychics fell to the ground, caught off guard, and each of them fell flat on their face.

They were awakened by severe pain, and then looked around, only to find that their colleagues who had already been sacrificed had been resurrected one after another.

"Okay, stop staring blankly, we're already way behind schedule!"

Many psychics were confused and looked at Sun Wukong in bewilderment.

But his consciousness was instantly exposed to the psychic LAN, and through memory sharing, he realized that he had been resurrected by Sun Wukong.

Surprise!

All the psychics were extremely surprised, their hearts filled with the joy of resurrection, but the words they wanted to say were stuck in their chests, difficult to express.

The former Grand Marshal of the Empire looked at the other party from afar, his mouth cracking as he laughed out loud.

Many people fully understood it and really succeeded.

They predicted the future from psychic powers.

The Emperor descends, rules the Empire, and conquers the universe. This marks the beginning of the Golden Age.

"Emperor, what should we do next?"

The Imperial Grand Marshal asked.

He already had a plan in mind. Before this, he had vigorously developed basic industries, and a large number of planetary plans had energy nuclear power areas, food areas, and mining areas!
With abundant support from electricity, food, and minerals, and the help of the God of Chaos, he is confident that within twenty years, he can build a fleet and attack neighboring countries!

He felt a little excited when he thought that he only had to wait for twenty years to conquer a planet and leave a mark in history.

Sun Wukong flipped open the Empire Communications, taking in all the data of the Human Federation. He finally said in a deep voice, "Your development philosophy is completely wrong!"

"A military-minded interstellar empire has been turned into a farming operation by you guys."

Sun Wukong shook his head and drew a cross on the area on the map, completely denying the efforts of the Human Federation.

The Human Federation is an excellent early-war style nation, and its national thoughts and ideas are inclined towards militarism. Therefore, at the beginning, it should expand its fleet, develop military power, use its powerful military power to steal homes, plunder planets, and then make profits by relying on early-war tactics to win the early wars.

After establishing a basic foundation and having sufficient resources, the empire can then consider farming, developing entertainment facilities, and improving national treatment. Only then will the empire farm, conquer territory while farming, and quickly plunder the labor force of the alien population.

Humans can then break away from the grassroots and transform themselves into middle and senior leaders, while aliens will be completely enslaved by the empire and become a demographic dividend.

"Cut down all these electric mineral crops, build a factory, and have all the humans on the planet come in to screw and produce alloys for me!"

"I'm going to conquer the next door within five years!"

The Grand Marshal of the Empire widened his eyes. How could it be possible to conquer another interstellar empire in five years?
We have no military talent and no high-tech laser weapons, so how can we possibly defeat the enemy?

But this is not the focus, his focus is on people's livelihood.

Sun Wukong wants to cut down the electricity, mining and grain zoning that he had painstakingly built in the past. Isn't this destroying the existing foundation?

The Grand Marshal swallowed his saliva, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke: "Great Emperor, why do we need to reform these districts? If we remove them, the basic living conditions of the people will not be guaranteed at all!"

This is the problem he is most worried about. The emperor will make drastic changes to the empire's divisions as soon as he comes to power.

Even though he had witnessed Sun Wukong leading the Earth Alliance to greatness through prophecies, the Grand Marshal of the Empire was still a little nervous when he saw the other party's actual actions.

"You know, our empire has a large population, and five billion people cannot lack food!"

Sun Wukong glanced at him without explaining the reason: "Are you the emperor, or am I the emperor?"

As the voice fell, the spirits of all the psychics oppressed people, ready to become the Emperor's sword at any time to kill anyone who did not obey the Emperor's orders.

As idealistic psychics, they are more superstitious than the Imperial Marshal. They firmly believe in and even worship Sun Wukong. When Sun Wukong resurrects them, their will and psychic power all believe in Sun Wukong and follow his will.

The Grand Marshal was immediately speechless. The moment Sun Wukong arrived, there was no need for any questioning within the empire.

The Grand Marshal sighed. As the ruler of an autocratic empire, his governing philosophy in the past was not to seek any glorious deeds, but to spend his ruling career in peace.

Therefore, in order to be able to live the rest of his life smoothly, he vigorously developed basic industries. Although he did not achieve any great achievements, he provided enough production jobs for the grassroots.

Farmers, miners, electricians—nearly half of the empire's population works in these jobs. These jobs keep the entire human federation busy with hard work.

In addition, with the large number of entertainment venues built on the planet, all human beings have to rush to survive. Their desires are subordinated to the desire for survival and are completely locked up.

Overall, the atmosphere in the entire empire is stable and improving.

Now, is it really a good thing that the power of the empire is in the hands of Sun Wukong?

Sun Wukong looked at the imperial projection and then continued to order that all temples and entertainment venues be demolished and alloy factories and consumer goods factories be built.

He put his hands behind his back and said coldly: "My neighbors are farming and I am storing guns. My neighbors are my granary!"

"What are you afraid of? At worst, I can borrow some food from the neighbor next door!"

(End of this chapter)