Star Empire with the mobile game harem

"No, it's not the embodiment of the machine soul - it should be said that it's the embodiment of the name Sharp Knife." Cheng Chunan himself said to the Mechanical Priest uncertainly, because even the Ship Girl herself and Antiks and the others were not clear about why the Mind Cube could create Ship Girls. They only knew that Ship Girls were like entities of thoughts.

"It's an honor to receive your guidance." The mechanical priest turned his strange mechanical body and said respectfully to Cheng Chunan who came in.

Without paying much attention to the mechanical priest, Cheng Chunan went straight to the Pain Goddess's Retribution-class battleship after entering. He clicked on the first scientific research project on the projection operation panel: [In order to calm the anger of the machine soul, we must hunt down the enemy who caused the Pain Goddess to fall, so that her scars can be healed.

Wage war on the greenskins - slaughter the greenskins who have tainted the machine spirit in any battle until the machine spirit is satisfied; 100%] [Research completed]

Finally, the first task is completed. I have to kill more than 20 greenskins on the planets to complete the first task. After that, I have to kill twice as many again. Cheng Chunan sighed in his heart, and then he couldn't wait to click OK, and suddenly a technological light flashed.

So the research is ongoing… and there’s an extra checkmark in the row of items below.

Then Cheng Chunan looked at the scientific research projects of the Sharp Knife again. The first project was finally not just about killing greenskins, but about slaughtering aliens.

"Hehe - should I take action against the Titanium Empire?" Cheng Chunan shook his head. This was of course impossible, because he still needed titanium-top mines, and because only one scientific research ship could be researched at a time, the Sharp Knife had to be put on hold.

"Father, I need your help. You should be familiar with the empire's armaments, right? I need you to work with someone to modify it."

After doing all this, Cheng Chunan finally told the red-robed man his purpose.

In order to appease the anger of the Machine Spirit, we must hunt down the enemy who caused the Goddess of Pain to fall, so that her scars can be healed.

The Mechanical Priest was not surprised at all. He nodded and said, "Of course, I welcome academic research very much - as long as it interests me."

The people who made the Mechanical Priest cooperate were of course the scientists of the Ash Front, led by Celine and Gretel as the middleman.

Shilin and other Ash Front scientists were studying the imperial weapons that had been taken down from the arsenal of the Dark Wings.

Sitting on Tiger King's ARMS, Cheng Chunan came over with the Mechanical Priest.

"Tiger King, have you been eating too much recently? People in the cafeteria are complaining about it." Cheng Chunan pinched Tiger King's chubby face and immediately got angry at him like an angry kitten.

"What are you doing? There are so many combat missions lately, can't you let me eat more?"

The Mechanical Priest looked at the Tiger King who could flirt with Cheng Chunan, and he himself couldn't figure out whether these DOLLS were machine souls or hateful intelligence.

"Come on, let's introduce each other. This is the Mechanical Priest Or Dorian, and this is Ms. Celine, the chief scientist of our Ash Front Department." Cheng Chunan said to Celine, "He is very familiar with these equipments. You can discuss with him. I hope to complete the replacement in the shortest possible time."

Xi Lin, who is in her forties, had a wrinkled face that showed an expression of being exploited by a black-hearted boss. She said to Cheng Chunan jokingly, "I didn't expect that our agent would become such a person? Sure enough, the superiors are all the same."

"What you said is unreasonable, Ms. Celine. At least compared to the insects in the Wasted City before, I have never given you any unrealistic and wasteful projects, nor have I asked you to haggle with those officials day and night for a little bit of research funding, right?" Cheng Chunan said righteously.

"Haha, that's a good point, but those people at that time only had the resources in the Waste City and its surroundings, and you, the agent, have gone to space."

Cheng Chunan gestured proudly and said, "I'm sorry, so far we control more than 50 planets - although there are only more than 20 planets that can be inhabited by living things, but tactical humanoids and DOLLS do not need oxygen and biosphere, so it has no impact at all."

Even though DOLLS, who was often retrained, occasionally chatted with Celine about the current agent's cosmic war, Celine still felt that this number was unbelievably real.

You have to know that the timeline of the Ashes is during World War II.

"Well, you are a little too proud, agent." The sharp-tongued secretary Grete said expressionlessly, knocking Cheng Chunan's head with the document in her hand.

"Haha, it seems that Miss Gretel is the only one who is not afraid of the agent now."

"No way... Actually, I'm also very scared. Just reminding the agent like me is already considered disrespectful and I could be taken out and shot, right?"

There is no way out of arguing with Grete, so Cheng Chunan immediately asked the Mechanical Priest to contact Celine. The Mechanical Priest, who was very interested in DOLLS, also gladly accepted the academic exchange with Celine and promised to be responsible for the work of ARMS-izing the Empire's equipment.

Cheng Chunan looked at the Tiger King who was standing with his hands on his waist beside him and asked, "Tiger King, do you want to be the first DOLLS to be transformed?"

"Hmm... Although I feel like I've become a test subject, it would also be an insult to the Tiger King's name if I can't become the strongest." The Tiger King thought hesitantly.

Cheng Chunan continued to persuade him, "This super heavy tank called Poison Blade is very suitable for you."

Chapter 223 The reason for not joining the army is because they have too many people

Although it looks simple, ARMS cannot be replaced at will for DOLLS. It is like replacing their bodies. Frequent replacement will cause mental stress on them.

That's why Cheng Chunan planned to let Tiger King, DOLLS, who is also the top-notch player in the entire Ashes Front, replace the chassis of the Poison Blade.

The Tiger King stepped hesitantly on the chassis of the Poison Blade, looking as funny as a baby learning to walk.

"Well, it's normal for now, but it takes time to adapt." Celine said to herself while writing and drawing in her notebook with glasses on.

"A very novel technology, a miracle of the Omnissiah." The same goes for the Mechanical Priest. As a little man in a red robe, he also participated in this magical technology and personally transformed the Poison Blade Tank into this.

Since he can hang around in the Rogue Merchant Dynasty, he is not a proper mechanical priest. It can only be said that he has not yet joined the Dark Mechanicus.

"Uh--really, my new body feels weird. Agent, you have to take responsibility for me!"

The Tiger King walked over to him in a very strange manner, as if he was drunk, and then stretched out his hands to him and said, "Remember to come over and give me a massage."

"How can we let the master do such a thing? Please let me do it." Gloucester, one of the maids and the strict maid instructor, said.

However, the Tiger King just glanced at her. Originally, the Tiger King had a carefree personality and did not like to have overly intimate actions with his agent outside. However, after hearing what these shameless big-breasted maids said, he immediately developed a sense of competition.

So the Tiger King grabbed Cheng Chunan's hand, leaned against her and said, "This is between me and the agent. What does it have to do with you? Go away!"

"Tiger King……"

Cheng Chunan said that the absolute control of the DOLLS lies in the hands of the agent, and as long as he gives the order, the Tiger King will do anything, so the Tiger King stared at him with wide eyes.

Cheng Chunan also knew the look of the angry tiger. If he ordered him to submit, the tiger king would probably be very angry.

So Cheng Chunan suddenly smiled, pointed at his mouth and ordered: "Come and kiss me."

"Eh...what are you talking about-yeah, agent!"

The tiger king's face suddenly turned red and he was about to speak, but he immediately stood up straight and responded loudly, then stood on tiptoe and faced Cheng Chunan seriously: "Please don't turn your face away - um, jiujiu~"

"Ahh... Master! Why didn't the Master give Dido such an order?"

"My proud master, Sirius can also complete this order perfectly!"

The maids' envious and jealous voices rose one after another, but Cheng Chunan ignored them. The Tiger King's slightly cool cherry lips fit perfectly with his own, and he could taste the sweet saliva in the Tiger King's mouth by just sticking out his tongue.

Finally, after Cheng Chunan separated himself, the Tiger King's face immediately turned into a tomato visibly.

“Aaaaaah~ Agent, what are you doing, you stupid agent?!!!” The Tiger King, who had transformed into a steam girl, punched down wildly and shouted while running.

"Oh, you actually dared to beat up the agent. This is a rebellion! I order you to stop!"

The tiger king stopped again immediately, but his extremely shy little face was still staring at him angrily.

"Hey, you're so good. When you go back, tell Resentment that I'm going to join her candlelight dinner."

But as Resentment said, the Army DOLLS have been working very hard recently. Although they are all very reserved, they have been neglected for too long. As a qualified commander/agent, I should treat them equally.

"However, I really want to know what the situation is like in the Empire. The death of more than a thousand Space Marines is harmless to the Empire, but it is a slap in the face."

Cheng Chunan guessed secretly, but he would probably be disappointed.

Because the news of the attack has not yet spread, the biggest trouble for the empire is the backward means of transportation and communication, coupled with the insanely inefficient work ability of the Imperial Ministry of the Interior. If there is no particularly critical matter like the Damocles Bay, it may take at least a dozen years or even hundreds of years for the empire to respond.

Now, for the ship girls, the war is not important at all. What is important is that these army idiots seem to have come to their senses, which is not good for the port area.

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"I never expected this place to be so beautiful." Cheng Chunan said as he sat on a luxurious chair, turning his head and looking around at the decorations nearby.

The heroic blonde girl with British temperament in front of him was not wearing a gorgeous dress, but a red and yellow bikini that fully showed off her slender and fit figure.

The corners of his mouth curled up in resentment: "I thought you would pay attention to my body first, or is my body not enough to arouse your interest?"

Only then did Cheng Chunan take a closer look at the upright body of Yuanhen. He could only say that she was tall and fair, but her figure was not as outrageous as that of the navy, let alone the members of the exploration team on the staggered front lines.

But this is equally interesting, just like one of my favorite wedding ships among the KanColle is Noshiro, and Grudge is also the type that is pleasing to the eye.

"Of course not, but you are not the kind of person who likes to take action," Cheng Chunan explained.

"I didn't expect today's agent to be so gentlemanly. But it doesn't matter. Today can be an exception." Resentment stood up and pointed at the big bed. "We just understand that we are your weapons very well. We don't want you to really ignore us... Do you want to try whether my skin is as smooth as it looks?"

As she said this with resentment, she walked over and leaned her slender, snow-white body against Cheng Chunan.

Although the blood flowing beneath this snow-white skin is as black as oil, it has the best touch and just the right temperature. No wonder Fokker also thinks that DOLLS should be considered a new and perfect creature rather than an industrial creation.

He put his arm around Resentment's waist, looked at her cherry-colored thin lips and was about to bite them, but was stopped by Resentment: "Agent, if you make the first move, then you won't have room to refuse tonight~"

Without hesitation, he kissed her swan-like slender white neck. Cheng Chunan sniffed the resentful body fragrance and said, "Of course, I volunteer!"

"Haha~"

Resentment chuckled, then allowed the agent to untie her bikini, which was only bound by a few straps, revealing her perfect body without a trace of pigmentation, and pushed the agent onto the bed.

"Yuanhen, come and let me taste your sister~" Cheng Chunan shamelessly pinched Yuanhen's tight buttocks, and laughed at the spotless mound.

She raised her eyebrows in resentment. If it were any other time, she would have greeted him with her fists, but now she was very open. "Don't worry, agent. You can lick as much wine as you want in a while."

"You're kidding. What do you mean you can lick as much as you want? Can you still... huh?"

Cheng Chunan was lying on the bed and talking when he suddenly realized something was wrong, because a lot of people came in from outside the window, outside the door, and other places, all of them had the same resentment.

"You, Resentment, why did you call your counterpart here?"

"Don't you know, agent? Every isotope is a part of me. You can't favor one over the other. Come on, everyone, come on together."

Before Cheng Chunan could protest, his resentful peers rushed forward. Because there were so many of them, they didn't bother to be reserved. All of a sudden, he felt countless soft, wet and hot tongues licking every inch of his body.

Needless to say, his own second brother felt as if there were more than a dozen little mouths playing with him with their tongues and lips, their saliva overlapping each other to become a wet lubricant, and even his eyes were being licked like a massage by two resentful counterparts with their tongues.

All he saw were beautiful white bodies, making Cheng Chunan feel as if he was in a semen-draining forest, unable to extricate himself. Every time someone moved away, someone else would immediately take his place.

On the roof outside the dormitory, Sheffield, dressed like 007, looked at the miserable situation inside and curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "Serves you right, pest master... Now you will know how gentle the maid team is, right?"

Chapter 224: The Scale of the Galactic War

The Fallen Claw family received a legacy from the Ancient Saints, which was said to isolate them from the influence of the warp. This news spread in Comoros at some point. Many conspirators scoffed at this. Although the Fallen Claw family also had a long history, it was just an upstart in the eyes of those truly ancient conspirators.

They had only managed to gain some wealth by relying on their weak family unity, so they all thought that this rumor was nonsense made up by Roxita to save face.

But in fact, in the Black Heart World - the name Roxita gave to this mirror sea the size of Australia, more than a dozen high-ranking members of the conspiracy group on the Archon's throne were wailing and screaming!

"I'll make you die creatively, traitor!"

There is no doubt that these high-ranking officials betrayed Roxita and leaked the news of the Mirror Sea, but facing the torture of the executioners of the Fallen Claw Family, these Dark Eldars refused to say who they were serving.

After slowly and firmly blinding a Dark Eldar's eyeball with a thin needle, the Dark Eldar roared with laughter: "You don't have to ask who we serve, because Mr. Victor and Ms. Marles will soon question you personally, hahaha!"

That’s right, among the Dark Eldar, conspiracy is as common as eating and drinking, but there are also two king-level figures in this fallen race. One is Victor, King of Commorros, and the other is Victor’s former spouse, the current venomous-tongued Archon of the Conspiracy, Ms. Maras.

Roxita was no match for either of these two, and even just hearing the name was enough to make him tremble.

Before he could finish his words, Disila rushed forward like a ghost and chopped off their hands and feet, then ordered others to throw them out of the mirror sea and kill them.

To die here would allow their souls to escape the devouring of Slaanesh, which would be too easy for them.

"What should I do, brother?"

Roxita shook her head. She had to find a strong ally immediately to fight against those ruthless enemies from Comoros.

"Does it have to be those wild monkeys?"

Roxita thought about it and realized that with the level of the Dark Eldar, there was no way they could find allies willing to fight against Victor and Marles. The only ones who could do that were those foreigners who knew nothing.

Disila thought for a moment and said, "Then, should I go again?"

"Well, I'll have to trouble you this time. Tell that wild monkey... Oh, no, my dear ally, our cooperation this time is still perfect."

Cheng Chunan in the Red Sun District didn't know about this, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care. Although the Dark Eldar were very disdainful, they were in a dormant period now, and the trouble they caused to him was far less than those greenskins in the Red Sun District who were as troublesome as flies.

The unified front's intelligent machine army is like a silicon-based Zerg. Whenever they arrive at a planet, they will quickly build a large number of mines and factories under the control of artificial intelligence, and then produce a steady stream of tactical humanoids and DOLLS.

Such uncontrolled factories will undoubtedly completely destroy the original land, leaving the green mushrooms with no place to grow.

After all, no matter how strong the vitality of the green-skinned mushroom is, it is impossible for it to reproduce in flames and molten iron.

Eventually, with the exponential expansion of the united front, the green-skinned remnants of the Red Sun District finally gathered together and decided to launch the biggest and most WAAAGH counterattack against these iron shrimps!

This was also the first time that Cheng Chunan saw a battle of this scale, because when TB and Eliza summarized all their intelligence in his office, the projected map was no longer a battle line of tens or hundreds of kilometers, but the location of each echelon and DOLLS could be seen.

He even has time to maintain or even take over control of a tactical doll and DOLLS's body to create a real-life future battlefield.

What now appeared before him was a cosmic battle line composed of dozens of planets, and the smallest unit he could see was at least a fleet of spaceships.

Cheng Chunan's forehead was covered with sweat. He raised his head and asked Eliza tremblingly, "How many tactical dolls are there now?"

"Searching - the number of various types of tactical humanoids under the Eliza system is currently: 9 billion Wasps, 4 billion Slashers, 1 billion Painers..."

As a series of astronomical figures appeared, Cheng Chunan made a rough estimate. Not counting other unmanned intelligent equipment such as scouts, Goliath factories, etc., the number of tactical humanoids in the Iron Blood series alone exceeded tens of billions.

Just hearing this number made Cheng Chunan feel incredible, but it didn't seem like a big problem. After all, the Imperial Astra Militarum was said to have trillions of people, and even the Tau Empire's combat uniforms could explode to hundreds of billions under Yingyang's command, so his number didn't seem to be a big deal.

"The commander's heart rate is detected to be high, and the safety protection mode is activated. Commander, are you okay?"

Today's secretary ship is the famous scientific research mecha girl in the port area, the aviation battleship Kilshaji. This rational mecha girl who prefers machinery did not feel strange about this number but paid attention to the commander's physical condition.