Commander's Anime Harem

"Then this so-called ancestor of the Dragon Clan fell into a trap and was kidnapped by evil conspirators and human politicians. They were taken to another Earth and artificially created into a new human race that could use mana. The old humans who couldn't use mana were called the Ancients and exiled. As time progressed, some of the new humans who couldn't use mana were also born. They were called Norma and exiled to an island to fight against the humans who had retrieved the ancestor of the Dragon Clan by opening a dimensional channel."

Everyone was flipping through the information displayed on the flexible screen. All they could say was that the universe was truly magical. Such bizarre things could actually happen. Humanity was fighting because of some magical particles. The most outrageous thing was that the human country that had mastered Mana was actually artificially creating racial divisions. They would even regard their own children who did not use the power of Mana as inferior races and exile them to a military base somewhere to fight dragons.

Chapter 488: Dispatching Troops

"So, the enemy likely possesses some unknown dimensional weaponry capable of transporting troops directly into the interior of a planet across hundreds of thousands of kilometers?" Prime Minister Huang Wuyuan Youyang's slender, beautiful eyebrows furrowed. After reviewing the imagery of the dragons transporting troops to another Earth, she felt deeply uneasy. She turned her gaze to Tessa, the professional director of the Royal Academy of Sciences, who was also participating in the combat meeting, and asked, "Tessa, what do you think?"

Tessa, engrossed in reading the information, felt everyone's gaze, including Xiao Renwu's, shift to her. She wanted to say, "What's with this weird sense of déjà vu???"

But the girl was just thinking about it in her heart. As a genius scientist and former listener, she had already understood what the mana used by the Twin Earths was. She had to thank Xiao Renwu for this. It was because of coming to his side that Tessa was exposed to all kinds of magical technological systems.

Every day, Tessa is obsessed with Minovsky particles, GN particles, Gundamium alloy, neutron jammers, MS, VF fighters, positron city-breaking cannons, as well as the wave engine that is currently being researched and the wave cannon that will serve as the main gun of the future Titan-class battleship. These are the technological routes that will allow civilization to rush into the universe and evolve further. Even her colleague, Dr. Xiangyue Yuhu, is also obsessed with the research of various particle physics phenomena every day. For scientific researchers, Xiao Renwu is a technological treasure that can never be exhausted and there is always something big to do.

Now the people in the Royal Academy of Sciences have mixed feelings about their Majesty. The love is that as long as it is legitimate scientific research, the scientists in the project team have to think about how to deal with the funds that will be received at the end of the year. They can never use it up!

The hatred is so great that they want to capture the emperor and squeeze out all the technology he has hidden, leaving not a single bit behind. These are all rich nutrients for mankind to move towards the starry sky!

Thinking of her colleagues who were working day and night and gritting their teeth and feeling that it was not enough, Tessa unconsciously smiled on her beautiful face. However, it was only a fleeting glance, and the girl's beautiful smile disappeared. Tessa cleared her throat and started her story under the gaze of the senior executives. However, the look she gave Xiao Renwu at the end made him feel a chill down his spine, and he felt that he might not be able to sleep again tonight.

"Although we haven't yet obtained a sample of mana, intercepted intelligence and the information provided by Your Majesty indicate that its properties are similar to the miraculous particles Minovsky and GN particles currently in use in our country, interfering with physical phenomena through the resonance caused by the user's willpower and spirit."

Everyone nodded. Minovsky particles and GN particles could indeed be called a miraculous force. Queen Vajra, who even Titan-class battleships could not destroy, died at the hands of Vice Admiral Li Abao, a pure-blooded reformer who resonated with them.

The Star-Slaying Sword, which appeared like a flash in the pan, is still a hot topic of discussion within the Imperial Military. Everyone wants to replicate this extremely powerful force, but so far, most people have only been able to control the floating guns to form shields and activate the three red systems of the GN reactor to fly fighter jets.

"Based on the available data, both the Dragon and Mana tribes possess dimensional weapons. The Dragon tribe clearly has more information on them, and they can open dimensional channels to project troops into the atmosphere of the Mana people's Earth. The dimensional weapon possessed by the Mana people is called Villkiss. Please look here."

Tessa personally clicked a few times on the flexible screen, and a holographic projection of a blue and white machine that was more slender than the MS and VF fighters used by the Empire appeared in the middle of the conference table.

"This isn't Haman... No, this isn't Strike Freedom???"

Apart from the fact that it is indeed very small, with a marked full height of 7.8 meters, which is probably only half of the Strike Freedom, and excluding the meaningless sword-like sharp assault marks on the feet, the color scheme and shape are very similar. Yes, this is the Strike Freedom Gundam, cough cough.

Oh, this little thing can transform, but why is the pilot sticking out of the body like he's riding a motorcycle?!?!!

It's fine that Villkiss didn't transform, but in his MA form, the driver, seemingly deliberately exposing large areas of skin from chest to inner thigh, wearing no protective suit at all, not even a helmet—isn't that pure idiocy?! A single flying shrapnel or stray bullet would be enough to kill the driver, let alone in extreme weather.

The high-ranking officials of the Empire who were almost unable to hold back were all speechless. If this machine could not use the dimensional weapon called Convergent Space-Time Cannon, normal people would probably sweep this machine into a waste disposal station called an industrial waste dump, and then drag out the people who created this industrial waste to shoot at.

While beating him, he cursed: "I told you not to waste the country's money on making garbage. Not only is the performance rubbish, but it also takes up a lot of space!"

"It's because Gemini Earth possesses dimensional weapons, and because the Zentraedi men and women are so envied by each other that they engage in direct violence, ignoring flies on the ground, that the Dragon and Mana races are struggling to survive against the core fleet. However, the current situation is not optimistic. The male Zentraedi have already occupied half of Mana's landmass. After defeating the human coalition army with their vast numbers of battle capsules and advanced firepower, the male Zentraedi landing forces, who also paid a heavy price, are now resting on the spot."

After Tessa explained the weapons and equipment, she sat down. Lin Youde, a military expert, took over and began explaining the current battle situation on Twin Earth to the senior management:

"The Dragon Clan's Earth side is occupied by female Zentraedi. The individuals who have converted to the Dragon Clan are quite strong and have been battling back and forth with the Belifu. Furthermore, the number of female Zentraedi is relatively small, so the main battleground is in space. The two sides are in a stalemate on the ground."

"The only reason the civilization on Gemini Earth survived is because the Zentraedi prefer to kill each other. Otherwise, orbital bombardment would have incinerated them to glass. That's all."

After Lin Youde made his summary, the conference room fell into a long silence. Everyone's eyes were cast towards the emperor sitting in the main seat. Their eyes were full of eagerness, and they all hoped that Xiao Renwu would immediately issue an order to send troops. It was not that they longed for war, but they felt that instead of letting these two pieces of good land be ruined by the Zentraedi people, a group of war-crazed race, it would be better to get them into the hands of the empire and let them shine.

The consensus among the top leaders is that under Xiao Renwu's ethnic policy, people from different universes and nationalities have reached a new and unified national consensus, which is to become a national entity that truly promotes one culture, strives for more resources and a suitable living environment for future generations, and no longer starts wars because of religious beliefs and blood differences.

Xiao Renwu stood up. He could clearly feel the brain quantum waves of everyone in the conference room's frenzied demand for land under the sun. Land was the most basic need for human survival. Amidst the expectant gazes of many, he spoke loudly:

"Go ahead and do it, for the empire, for the people!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!" After the XN meeting ended, the space army fleet, which had rested for a long time, began to move vigorously again. When the weather was very good, the citizens of Xihe City could see a large number of fleets passing through the low-Earth orbit of Greena Star. Some fanatics cheered that the empire had expanded its territory again. They were the beneficiaries. Their land, property and wives they met through blind dates all came from the empire's repeated foreign wars of conquest. Some rational people watched coldly. They agreed in their hearts that the emperor was gaining wealth for his people through war, but they were worried about warmongering. What if the emperor ran out of money one day, would he increase taxes on ordinary people like them?

There were also people cursing in secret. Most of them refused to accept the jobs arranged by the Imperial Government and were forced to immigrate from the recently captured Euphemia Planet. They believed that their bloodline was extremely noble and that they were God's chosen people. However, after they finished cursing, they turned around and found that two policemen were standing behind them with drones.

"Citizen, you have violated Article XX of the Imperial Criminal Code. You are hereby arrested. Please do not resist, or I will take coercive measures against you!"

"Zhao, this group of court lackeys!!!"

Even though they cursed in their hearts, when they really faced the government law enforcement agencies, these guys knelt down faster than anyone else, and when they met them, they had to say that law enforcement was hard work.

Chapter 489: The Zentraedi's Response

In the universe where the Twin Earths are located, it will take a long time for the Hiigara Empire's space army to arrive at this battlefield, and the Zentraedi people who have gathered here to fight each other have a lot to consider!

Perhaps the primitive civilization itself did not expect that in order to protect their own civilization, they produced and created the Jetrati (male) and Metrati (female), also known as the Zentraedi, a biological weapon race, would collectively rebel. Because of the simultaneous hostility between the genders, they have been fighting for life and death in the universe for tens of thousands of years. Now that they are facing a powerful enemy, they still regard the opposite sex of their own race as enemies that need to be eliminated more, and ignore the Shigra Empire, which is constantly increasing its troops.

"Captain Chelsea, the miniature humans' mechas and dragons are showing a remarkably strong resistance. Their constant harassment has caused considerable losses to the ground forces and created a great deal of trouble. So far, less than 50% of the supply collection mission has been completed, and the ground forces have already lost half a wing. They need more troops to secure sufficient supplies for the entire fleet."

The Nobodhi-class medium battleship No. 5637, which resembles a whale swimming in the dark ocean of outer space, lies across the azure planet. In the CIC tactical intelligence command center inside the ship, the adjutant is reporting the current battle situation to the captain.

Her nearly fifteen-meter-tall figure stands out among the many female giants in CIC, but her graceful body is bound in a black combat uniform that resembles a gelatinous substance. While appearing majestic and mysterious, it is also full of desire to be explored. The half-covered helmet covers the upper half of her face, and the beauty of this female Zentraedi can only be inferred from her nearly perfect jawline, the evenly applied light blue lipstick, and the cold and abstinent lips.

"I understand. Send two more squadrons to the ground. Their primary mission will be to gather supplies." The captain's lips parted slightly, her voice as cold as an icy breeze, tinged with an inexplicable fatigue. Her tall, slender frame, capable of wrestling with the mobile suits of the VF fighters without losing, even hunched under the bright lights of the CIC, the strains of overwork. But she maintained the commanding tone of a supreme commander: "Tell the ground force commanders not to tangle with the miniatures or that damned dragon. Just hold their current positions."

"As long as we defeat the enemy fleet and launch an orbital bombardment, everything will be fine and we will win."

Captain Chelsea raised her hands high, as if she had already grasped the sweet fruits of victory in her palms, and everything in the future was already determined.

"Yes, as you wish."

The adjutant naturally would not say much about what her superior had decided. As a partner and colleague for thousands of years, all she could do was stand by the captain's side and provide her with all necessary services and assistance at any time, even at the cost of her own life.

Silence becomes the main melody of the relationship between the two people who seem to be superiors and subordinates, but are actually companions.

What could have possibly caused it to become like this?

The adjutant, who was unable to understand her companions' feelings, began to think every day. This was her favorite thing to do every day. Although she didn't know and couldn't understand what "like" meant, she roughly knew that this was what she wanted to do. Every time she thought, the adjutant could feel her brain unusually active.

Originally, the squadron of their core fleet was still carrying out orders from tens of thousands of years ago, hunting down the Supervisory Army in the universe (which has become a black history). In fact, the enemies they encountered most often were their own kind, male Zentraedi named Jetradi. Until an ordinary FOLD jump, the squadron encountered head-on the core fleet of male Zentraedi that far outnumbered them.

Unlike the passionate love between human men and women who are regarded as miniature people, it is as if it is pre-set. The two sexes of the Zentraedi will be in love with each other as soon as they meet. They will use scorching death beams and steel battleships weighing hundreds of millions of tons to fight each other until they kill each other.

The two sides seem to have some kind of irreconcilable hatred and have been fighting for tens of thousands of years, with no signs of stopping so far.

This basic fleet composed of female Zentraedians led by Chelsea, relying on the female Zentraedians' stronger physical fitness and nerve reactions, as well as the more powerful performance of the power suits compared to the battle capsules, destroyed more than 70% of the male Zentraedians' warships and carrier-based aircraft at the cost of half of their warships and one-third of the power suits, and even destroyed the enemy's flagship (the one discovered by the space army reconnaissance force), leaving it leaderless and afraid to pursue the female Zentraedian fleet, which also suffered heavy losses.

Even though they achieved a brilliant victory of defeating a larger force with a smaller one, which could deserve a page of its own in the history books of Earth, it was still a big loss for the female Zentraedi, especially the pile of warships and equipment that could no longer be used, which was enough to give Chelsea a headache for a while.

This brings us to the restrictions that the primitive civilization placed on the Zentraedi people, a biological weapon population. Perhaps because their technology was too advanced, the primitive civilization retained the reproductive organs of biological weapons, but castrated the Zentraedi people's spirits, making them, as biological weapons, unable to understand love, kindness, happiness, and even sexual emotions, and they could only increase their population through genetic replication technology.

Speaking of this, the Zentraedi are currently only male. I don't know if the primitive civilization has lost their minds or because the primitive demons are too difficult to deal with, they have created female Zentraedi who are more powerful, especially have faster nerve reactions, and can drive power suits to fight.

Then, the primitive civilization saw that they seemed to have gone too far, so they used their advanced technology to tailor a fully automatic satellite factory for the Zentraedi population, which integrated heavy industry such as collection, sorting, smelting, and manufacturing, and agriculture such as sowing, planting, watering, fertilizing, and picking. The Zentraedi people only needed to take the weapons and daily necessities they needed directly.

This results in the Zentraedi people, regardless of gender, having no ability to repair and upgrade equipment, no research and development capabilities, or they simply have no concept of repair.

Even if weapons and equipment simply cannot function due to poor contact, anyone on Earth who has a little knowledge of circuits will try to repair them. If they cannot be repaired, they will be transported to a more professional place for repair. However, the Zentraedi people can only choose to throw them into the waste warehouse. When they return to the fully automated satellite factory for replenishment before daily necessities are exhausted, if someone remembers, they will throw the damaged equipment into the recycling furnace for recycling. If no one remembers, the weapons and equipment that are still in good condition will be piled up in the warehouse and slowly rot.

When primitive civilization became a thing of the past, the fully automated factories they left behind that could operate autonomously became the only designated logistics for the Zentraedi. The Chelsea fleet paid a heavy price because the supply warehouse on the flagship was destroyed by the male Zentraedi fleet. In addition, most of the warships were damaged. If it was just a problem with the warships, they could still think of a solution, such as concentrating people on the intact warships, but without food, no matter how strong the Zentraedi were, they would starve to death.

The fully automated satellite factory closest to Chelsea's fleet was simply out of reach with the existing material reserves and FOLD jump nodes, so they came to the Dragon Clan's Earth to plunder supplies. The male Zentraedi had almost the same reason. Having lost their flagship, they could only stay where they were.

"What's the situation with the other fleet of miniature people? Are they still staying in the Mars area?"

Chelsea, who had been silent for a long time, asked. She was so busy with so many things that she felt like she had too many lice but was not afraid of the itch.

The adjutant naturally knew that the miniature people the fleet was referring to weren't the natives of the two planets below them, but the group that had snuck in to spy a few days ago. She immediately replied, "There's still severe electromagnetic interference in the Martian region. Our unmanned probes have all been destroyed. Has the Operations Department determined where the enemy mothership is still stationed? Should we dispatch a fleet to drive it off?"

Mie interference has always been effective, but spreading this is equivalent to telling others that I am here. Any normal person who has been humiliated will think of Uncle Xiong's method and use sensors to determine the position.

"Keep an eye on them. Once I've wiped out the core fleet on the other planet, I'll go and wipe out these damn miniatures and show them how powerful we, the Metra Emperors, are."

"Yes, I will immediately have the reconnaissance team pay attention to the enemy's movements."

The adjutant who received the order immediately went down to arrange the tasks personally, leaving only Chelsea's tall figure standing on the command platform and gazing at the distant starry sky.

Chapter 490: Encounter

"Shhhhh-"

The missiles dragged long dragon-like smoke screens and exploded in the wreckage of the dark green battleship. The smoke screens and armor fragments flying like shrapnel urged the high-speed aircraft flying here to hurry up. A fighter with an unconventional layout, like a sharp shear, broke through the smoke screen.

The surging power from the powerful thermonuclear jet engine of the Gundam makes her like a swift fighting the waves. While dodging the deadly beams shot from behind, she uses the auxiliary thrusters all over the body to flexibly shuttle through the complex terrain of the wreckage.

With its wings folded, the VF19, which was in a shuttle shape, had just left a relatively intact battleship compartment when several scorching beams of light melted the thick armor plates. Liquid metal like water splashed on the surrounding walls, leaving deep marks.

The limbs were heavily armored, and the main body was even fatter than a famous tire man. The humanoid body rushed in like a mad boar. The one-eyed monitor, which was larger and scarlet than the Zaku, quickly locked onto the position of the fighter. The arms, which were reinforced with extra armor and looked a little bloated, stretched forward, and the three-barreled revolver beam cannon on the wrist fired a series of beams at the fighter.

This was not enough. The two missile launch bays on both sides of the propulsion backpack of the Beli suit fired dense micro-missiles to blow up the already damaged wreckage of the Saran-class, which was estimated to be the standard battleship with the largest number of Zentraedi people.

Including the ones launched previously, the 126 micro-missiles in the Bally suit's propulsion backpack and the four missile launch bays on its legs have all been used up. However, the pilot in the Bally suit obviously does not want to let go of the escaping VF19. The two Kimerikla thermonuclear reactors in the Bally suit's propulsion backpack burst out with surging power, pushing this more than 60-ton steel behemoth to a speed comparable to that of a VF fighter.

"Damn it, the Zentraedi are still chasing me!"

The pilot of VF19 just wanted to shout out this sentence after confirming through the monitor on the back of the fighter that the enemy had not given up chasing him. He did not expect that a reconnaissance operation would be ambushed by a female Zentraedi. In the emergency situation, the team members could only disperse and fight with the enemy in the wreckage of the battleship.

The laser warning sound that pierced his eardrums left the pilot no time to think about anything else. His body remained in the nutrition compartment of the mothership, but his perspective was on the battlefield thousands of miles away. Even if the fighter plane was really shot down, he would not lose anything. Then, facing the relentless pursuit of the female Zentraedi, there was only one answer left.

war! ! !

The VF19, endowed with a light and nimble posture by the new Gundam, dodged several beam attacks with incredible grace and quickly transformed into G-form. With a release of the pedals, the fighter completed a turn in seconds, picked up the beam machine gun with its right arm and aimed it at the incoming micro-missile. The intelligent AI-assisted assistant Haro took over the radar fire control system and marked the various data of the incoming missile and the retreat route behind it on the projection of the pilot's retina.

Time seemed to slow down, the bright tail flame of the incoming missile was as slow as a snail in the field of vision, and the pilot calmly pressed the fire button, and the beam machine gun adjusted the power to the fire suppression mode and instantly burst out a dense rain of beams.

That's right, it was an attack like a torrential downpour. That's how it looked to the Zentraedi pilot in the Bally suit. The flying micro-missiles turned into thick smoke and flames before they even got close to the opponent, and more light green beams broke through the smoke and shot out.

The advancing Bally suit pilot had no choice. The VF19's fire suppression almost blocked her space to dodge, forcing her to cross the arms of the body to block her chest and continue the attack despite the strafing. This was Bally suit's tried-and-tested attack method. With its strong defense and mobility, it quickly rushed to the enemy and silenced them with its fists.

A female Zentraedi air sergeant who does civilized things with the people on Earth and has given birth to a bunch of ace pilots has a lot to say on this point.

"Oi! You didn't even try to avoid me and just charged straight at me?!"

The pilot of the VF19 was talking strangely, but he didn't stop operating his hands. The body immediately transformed into a MS form that was more suitable for close combat. Then he operated the body to throw away the empty magazine of the beam machine gun. The mechanical arm that could catch flying birds without hurting them quickly grabbed the hilt of the ejected beam sword. The enemy was right in front of him and there was no chance to change the magazine.

Particle injection, in the battleship cabin without any lighting conditions, a dazzling beam blade suddenly appeared on the VF19's arm, which was much thinner than the double-strength suit. The pedal was stepped on the bottom, and the powerful thrust brought by the afterburner combustion of the thermonuclear jet engine allowed the steel behemoth weighing dozens of tons to pounce on the enemy.

“Bang bang bang——!!!”

The vibration of the Vulcan cannon on the head firing and the collision of the metal shells falling like flowers from the sky with the armor of the body made the pilot's heart beat faster. The hand holding the joystick tightened a little again. The charging VF19 suppressed the enemy with head firepower, making it unable to observe its movements. Then the shield in the left hand instinctively protected the torso, and the beam sword held in the right hand stabbed directly at the position of the Bally suit cockpit in a rapier attack.

As the Bally Armor, which is only equipped by elite troops due to its powerful performance and high driving difficulty, is indeed strong enough to tear the head of the main battle tank armor. The high-speed burrowing bullets fired by the Vulcan cannon only destroyed the three-barreled revolver beam cannon on its wrist.

Seeing VF19 rushing towards him, the driver of the Double Force suit swung his heavily armored right arm to smash VF19's shield, blocked the beam sword with his left arm, and rushed straight forward.

In the absence of a medium, a vacuum environment cannot transmit sound, but the noise of the two steel behemoths fighting was no small at all. The wreckage of the poor Saran-class standard battleship let out a silent whine, and the collapse of the twisted and broken metal stirred up a cloud of dust.

In less than ten minutes, VF19, having lost its right robotic arm and left shield, emerged from the smoke-shrouded wreckage, dragging its Bionic suit with its weapon structure destroyed.

"You despicable bastard, you actually attacked and deceived a girl like me!!!"

The loudspeaker also heard insults from the captured female Zentraedi, but even though the Zentraedi had lived for tens of thousands of years, they only had a limited vocabulary for insults, especially in the face of the national curse that centered on eighteen generations of ancestors and radiated to all female relatives, it was simply child's play. In the eyes of the VF19 pilot, it actually sounded a bit like a spoiled child.

There was no way around it. The VF19 pilots had indeed resorted to trickery in close combat. The Empire not only had the wreckage of the Double Power Suit, but also the improved version of the Double Power Suit provided by SMS. This equipment, which was only used by the elite female Zentraedi troops, had long been thoroughly explored by the scientists of the Royal Academy of Sciences.

The Bally suit is generally humanoid in structure, but does not have a separate head structure. Instead, the main monitor is located in the middle of the main body of the machine, while the waist is integrated with the main body, and the leg structure extends from the end of the main body. The overall structure is very compact, but it also cannot perform more delicate movements such as twisting the waist. It is based on this point that the pilot of VF19 paid the price of the left hand shield of the machine and successfully went around to the side to destroy the backpack of the Bally suit.

Although the right hand of the machine was torn off during the counterattack, VF19 used its spare beam saber to cut off all of the weapons of the double-force suit and destroyed the power pipeline, making it unable to move.

Ignoring the "curses" of the female Zentraedi, the pilot of VF19 began calling his teammates on the communication channel. His own plane was half-destroyed and could not tow away such a huge piece of steel.

"Beast 4 calling the squad. Repeat, Beast 4 calling the squad."

There was no response amid the noisy electronic noise, but the pilot still insisted on calling. Until he could no longer bear it and pulled out the tube and went to find his teammates in person, there was finally movement in the communication channel.

"This is Beast No. 2..."

"This is Beast 1, how's the situation over there, 4?"

The captain came online, and pilot No. 4 immediately reported the key points of the situation.

"Um, stay where you are and don't move. We'll be right there. Number Three is probably dead. Don't worry about him. He'll need to practice more later."

A moment later, two VF19s with varying degrees of damage came to No. 4, dragging two unconscious female Zentraedians in spacesuits in net bags. The three fighter jets made some adjustments, mainly to check the vital signs of the Zentraedians and whether the functions of the spacesuits were normal. Only after confirming that everything was normal did they embark on the return journey.

This encounter was Chelsea's countermeasure to the Shigra Empire's surveillance, in order to speed up the collection of supplies. It was just reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance. The female Zentraedi did not destroy or capture any prisoners, and the troops they sent out were always successfully captured by the Imperial Space Force, which was increasing its strength to resist.

At the ELS star gate, the shadow of the Higla Empire Space Force Fleet covered the sky and sun again. Among them, the huge figure of the Titan-class battleship Queen of Glory, which was as huge as a giant whale in the starry sky, stood out from the crowd and walked at the front of the fleet. Xiao Renwu was receiving the prey he had booked long ago.

Chapter 491: Cornelia's Good Friday

The captain's office of the Titan-class battleship Queen of Glory, which inherited the name of its predecessor, still carries on the glorious tradition of the Glory of Hiigara, with a modern and simple style. However, because the space is large enough, not only a small swimming pool and sauna room are added next to the hot spring room, but there are also several prop rooms specially used to simulate different scenes. It is enough for Xiao Renwu to call a few free girls to have fun and relax after dealing with the government affairs of the empire.

Only by combining work and rest can we better build an empire~

There were rumors in the empire and in third-rate newspapers that if the emperor invited you to his office for a talk, if you were a man, then what awaited you was either the death penalty, confiscation of your entire family, or exile to a collective farm, or you would be promoted, get rich, and become important. In the future, you might even become a ministerial official or a senior official. And if you were a woman, you would be promoted like a rocket and directly become the emperor's right-hand man.

Although many men would curse Xiao Renwu for being absurd and lewd and nepotistic when they turned on the political forum mode after dinner, there are still many wealthy people who are eager to send their daughters to marry behind that traditional heavy wooden door.

After all, lifespan can be extended through scientific means, so who would begrudge living longer in a state of youth and strength? Xiao Renwu's lack of signs of aging was also a topic of much discussion among the people of the empire.

Cornelia waited for the qualification to enter the office with the idea of ​​achieving success overnight. When she stepped over the threshold under the guidance of the maid and saw Xiao Renwu, the woman always thought that her previous plan was successful and she had the upper hand this time. However, she never expected that such a beautiful woman with a lively and charming appearance, and her identity as the former princess of the Holy Britannia Empire, which was full of conquest for men, was actually ignored by Xiao Renwu, as if she were a piece of air.

Knowing that she had offended Xiao Renwu last time in order to attract his attention, which led to this private meeting opportunity, Cornelia made a lot of preparations in advance after receiving the invitation and confirming the time, including persuading Xiao Renwu to pay attention to her, the former second princess with the nickname of the Witch of Britannia, and preferably giving her a troop to let her demonstrate her military command ability.