Great, we're doomed now!

A riot has resulted in military-grade mobile suits? Do you think everyone else is stupid?

Now that there's a problem, you want to pin the blame on us all? None of us will escape!

"A mole? I think someone deliberately betrayed us all!"

A sinister voice interrupted: "The person driving the Bayeri... that face... can any of you explain it?"

"The Farid family! Didn't you swear before that it was definitely a clone created by the Kayel family? Does this look like it?"

Instantly, all eyes were focused on the projection of the Farid family head.

The figure that had previously appeared dignified and composed was now trembling slightly. He tried to remain calm, but the barely perceptible panic in his voice betrayed him:

"...It is entirely possible technically. I have said before that the Cayel family has been secretly researching for three hundred years, so it is not surprising that they have produced a clone that can activate the Baye Force."

"Bullshit!" a hot-tempered military representative projection roared. "That's a divine weapon capable of global navigation in minutes! You're telling me a clone can do that? Farid, are you senile, or do you think we're all idiots?"

"Watch your words!" the Farid family head shouted, but his voice lacked conviction.

With current technology, creating clones is entirely feasible, and genetic modification to optimize them is also possible—but everyone knows that "Kuze Yoshimori" possesses unique characteristics that science cannot explain.

The Gundam frame demonstrated its dominance in the Calamity War, sweeping across the battlefield. Over the next three hundred years, countless people tried to recreate it, but no matter what they did, they could not do it!

No matter how skilled the pilot, how extensive the combat data, or how expensive the machine, none of them could match the performance of the "King of Demons" back then, and they couldn't even catch up with most of the original Demons.

It's important to know that at the height of their genetic modification craze, in pursuit of the most theoretical limits, they created individuals with extremely short lifespans but extraordinary power, whose brain computing power was equivalent to a small supercomputer, and whose nervous systems were implanted with nanomachines, achieving performance comparable to AI.

His MS, judging from various data, far surpassed the original record of [Bayeri], and was also equipped with a series of expensive experimental equipment.

Even so, we still can't compare.

Once a certain limit is exceeded, no matter how much material is added to the machine, the improvement will be quite limited.

The "King's Throne" is like a horizon that can be seen but can never be reached. No matter how much effort you put in, you can only get infinitely close but never actually reach it.

This directly led a group of engineers to turn to the "Mars Messiah Society" and become followers of a certain individual. They simply couldn't explain how the original Bayeri, using technology several generations behind, could create a miracle that wouldn't be surpassed even in the next three hundred years!

Incredibly, the other seventy-one Demon Gods were the same...

(They can't directly study the Bayeri, but they can access other Gundams.)

All subsequent inheritors were unable to bring the machine's performance to the level of the original. After the most rigorous testing, they arrived at an unbelievable conclusion:

The Gundam frame isn't actually that powerful!

In less than a hundred years, a machine has emerged that completely surpasses it!

So... where did the extra 50% performance data during the Calamity War come from?

Because no results could be found through research, it became an unsolved mystery in the scientific community. In fact, the worship of Ye Shou and the Demon God Legion was not limited to the general public; there was also a group of obsessed people in academic circles.

Clones?

If a clone can use the Gundam frame like this, wouldn't that be equivalent to "Kuze Yoshimori" himself?

"We're finished! All finished!" The Nordic conglomerate representative's voice was filled with despair. "He's back! Kuze Yoru! That monster... that demon king is back!"

"Now the whole solar system has seen it, and the people worship him as a god. And what about us? We are the executioners who instigated riots and massacred civilians!"

"Calm down! Everyone calm down!"

A voice attempting to take charge rang out: "Things haven't gotten to the worst yet. All the actions were carried out through proxies, and there's no direct evidence pointing to us. Besides, there's still time to implement intelligence control... It was just an accidental riot after all. Given how tense things are on Titan, this kind of situation is quite normal."

"Evidence? Do you think that lord needs to provide evidence for his actions?" someone immediately retorted. "Have you all forgotten his methods from three hundred years ago? Besides, whether it's the real person or a clone, he definitely has the support of the Tower of Babel. Do you think he can't trace the flow of funds? Can't trace the source of those MS?"

These words were like ice water poured over everyone's heads, sending chills down their spines.

The Tower of Babel isn't that powerful; it has long been a target of public criticism.

But a Tower of Babel ruled by a great demon king is terrifying!

The virtual space fell into a deathly silence, so oppressive it was suffocating.

"Then... what do we do now?" someone asked in a trembling voice.

"What else can we do? Cut off all contact immediately and destroy all evidence!" The ambitious individuals tried to grasp at the last straw. "If we can hold out for this period, the situation might still turn around... The legion isn't monolithic; not everyone welcomes an 'emperor'..."

"A turning point? Farid, are you still dreaming?" A sinister voice rang out, tinged with mockery and resolve. "If we back down now, we'll only give 'Kusei Yoru' time to unify the Tower of Babel. Once he masters this power, we'll be truly doomed!"

These words caused panic to spread like a plague. Everyone looked at each other, seeing the same despair and madness in each other's eyes.

"We can't just sit here and wait to die." A ruthless glint flashed in the eyes of the Farid family head. "Since there's no turning back..."

"What can we do? Are we really going to war? After seeing those images, do you really think we have a chance of winning?"

The words weren't finished, but everyone understood the unspoken meaning:

Those caught in the eye of the storm seem to have no choice but to fight to the death. But how much of a ripple can their struggle create in the face of absolute power?

It's hard to imagine that such powerful figures, capable of deciding the fate of all humanity, would be driven to the brink of despair by a machine created three hundred years ago... But it did happen, without a doubt!

"Actually, it's not that hopeless."

A middle-aged man who had been observing coldly and remaining silent from the beginning finally spoke up when everyone was in despair.

“What the head of the Farid family said makes a lot of sense. The one that appeared on Titan was probably not ‘Kusei Yoshi’ himself, but merely a clone of him.”

"what?"

Everyone frowned, clearly disagreeing with his opinion, but since he seemed to hold a high position, no one immediately objected.

"Lord Elion, what are your thoughts?"

"This is just my guess."

Lesdal Elrian, commander of the lunar outer orbit unified fleet, is a shrewd and capable general, and also a member of the family that inherited the seventy-two demon gods.

It is worth mentioning, however, that he is not a member of the Tower of Babel.

The first generation of pilots and their descendants were generally loyal to the Legion, but different factions emerged starting from the third generation.

This is unavoidable, since most pilots come from civilian or military backgrounds and have no family influence. Suddenly being in a high position naturally attracts covetousness and scheming.

Without any deliberate guidance, they and their offspring will naturally get to know elites of the same social class, and their marriages will also take place within the same circle. Because their families are not many members, they will gradually rely on "relatives by marriage".

Through cooperation and alliances with the large families on Earth and Mars, it eventually became an entity similar to a "military-industrial complex".

—They themselves were unaware that their stance was subtly shifting, while simultaneously maintaining loyalty to the legion and protecting the interests of their families.

Some pilot families only intermarry within the legion, with "Bardwin" and "Falk" being prime examples.

It's possible that they came from privileged backgrounds and were inherently wary of such marriage alliances, or perhaps they simply looked down on businessmen and politicians, believing that only in this way could the purity of the military bloodline be guaranteed... This group evolved into the "military aristocracy."

Judging from the current situation, most of the families in the military-industrial complex have lost the [Holy Grail Mark], while the number of military nobles is decreasing, but there are still a few mark holders that can be found.

The "Elian" family is a typical member of a military-industrial complex. A century ago, they publicly supported the Earth's economic sphere, for which they lost their "inner ring" position. Twenty years ago, they even withdrew from the Tower of Babel and joined the lunar outer orbit fleet with several allied families... To put it bluntly, they are Earth's number one henchmen!

"Just imagine, even if 'Kusei Yoshimori' himself were to be resurrected, could he really quell a planet-level rebellion in such a short time?"

This isn't about using a certain airspace as a battlefield; sheer military might is meaningless. It requires precise identification of friend and foe, and swift, decisive action… Even if mobility meets the requirements, how can an attack be flawless, ensuring no innocent bystanders are harmed?

"This..." Everyone nodded subconsciously.

"It's truly incredible, but that's—"

"Kuze Ye Shou can also be injured! He can also die! Otherwise, why would he have disappeared without a trace after the Calamity Sacrifice War ended?"

If he hadn't disappeared, the power of the Tower of Babel would be as solid as a rock, and it wouldn't be in its current state—he wasn't entirely invincible!

Elian stroked his short beard and said, "In my opinion, it is the Cayel family, who manage the temple, who have created a new demon army."

"A...corps?!"

"Don't forget, the reason why [Bayeri] is the only royal mount is because of the enormous achievements it symbolizes, but technically it is not impossible to mass-produce!"

"!"

"Use 'Kuze Ye Shou's' genes to create a large number of clones, and then equip them with mass-produced [Bayeri]. As long as the timing is right, we can accomplish the great feat of 'single-player planet suppression'."

This is not impossible, because judging from the series of events on Titan, the Tower of Babel clearly knew what was going to happen and therefore made arrangements in advance—there must be a traitor among us.”

Elian smiled confidently and said, "Do you all think this is more reasonable?"

"That's...indeed."

The head of the Farid family suddenly realized, but still couldn't help but shrink back: "But how are we going to fight against such a powerful legion?"

If our rebellion is exposed—"

"Failure is 'rebellion,' success is 'revolution'!"

The usually mature and composed Elian suddenly erupted in fury: "Watch your words, Lord Farid!"

"—!"

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

"How can you conduct politics while associating with these vermin!"

Elian abruptly shut down the virtual projection device, and the panicked arguments and excuses in the secret room vanished instantly, leaving only a suffocating silence.

He stood there, his chest heaving slightly with suppressed anger, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white: even at this point, there were still people who dared to try to back down and even shirk all responsibility.

—What a bunch of short-sighted idiots!

Don't you understand that from the moment you decided to attack the Tower of Babel, everyone embarked on a path of no return?

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, his expression returning to its usual serious and profound tone: now is not the time for infighting; the plan must be accelerated. The fleet commander, in a fit of rage, strode out of the secret room and then out of his office deep within the lunar base.

"—!"

The automatic door slid open silently, revealing a long, transparent corridor with an arched dome made of reinforced glass. Beyond it stretched the desolate, lifeless surface of the moon, with an endless sea of ​​gray sand extending to the horizon. Craters of varying sizes resembled scars on the planet's surface, casting clear shadows under the distant sun, like spots of the Black Death.

The Earth hangs against the backdrop of a pitch-black, velvety universe, with blue and white patterns outlining a beautiful and distant scene, but he has no time to appreciate it at this moment.

Tap, tap, tap~

The sound of boots striking the metal floor echoed rhythmically and clearly, standing out starkly in the empty corridor.

At the end of this road stands a unique building erected independently on the lunar surface. It resembles a giant metal prism embedded in the ground, penetrating deep into the lunar crust, while its surface portion connects to the fleet base via this corridor.

As Ellian entered the building, motion-sensor lights illuminated the interior, dispelling the darkness. Several personnel in white lab coats and fully armed security guards immediately approached, their faces showing respect and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"Lord Elion, you've arrived... All areas are operating stably so far, but the progress of 'that' project..." The head of the research lab attempted to report on the month's situation.

"There's no inspection today, so there's no need for this."