People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

He also didn't know how the Colombians did it, but he wasn't as gloating as the Twin Queens.

After all, the last country that could transmit data directly to the entire Terra region at the same time was Agor.

The Agor's power is undeniable, but the true reason for their strength lies in their study of the so-called "prehistoric civilization." The Agor have never concealed this fact, and all the continental nations of Terra that have had contact with them are aware of it.

Now, the Colombians are using the same technology, and this technology, which can bring him, the Queen of Letania, the Yan people, and the Victorians together in an instant, may be more advanced than Agor's technology in some ways.

Then there are only two possibilities.

Either the Agorians kept their skills hidden, while the Colombians secretly collaborated with the Agorians behind the back of the World Summit and obtained the technology from them.

Or perhaps Colombians are not so simple after all.

Fyodor narrowed his eyes. He was a mediocre emperor, but mediocre compared to his brilliant and ambitious father. He wasn't stupid; judging from the composed demeanor of the extraordinary Colombian President Mark Max, it seemed the latter was more likely the case.

This was the first time Yan Guo's Zhenlong had attended such a meeting. Unlike the others, who all pretended to be calm and collected, whether they understood or not, he made no attempt to hide the novelty in his eyes.

The dragon looked down at his hands, then at the others before him, who appeared like holographic images. Confirming there were no traces of magic in his chambers, he looked at Ernst with interest:

"Secretary Ernst, this should be our first meeting."

"This is quite a surprise to me. After the meeting, you must tell me how this was done."

Ernst nodded: "It won't take that long. His Majesty the True Dragon's doubts will be answered in the meeting."

He paused briefly, then returned to the topic:

"The purpose of this meeting, I believe, is already somewhat known to you from President Mark Max's communications; it is in response to the Shard incident that occurred around Victoria Londinium."

"I believe you will receive the latest report on the Shard incident tomorrow or in a few days. I can give you a brief overview."

"The Sarkaz extremists entrenched in Londinium stole the Shard, a weapon left behind by the ancient civilization in the Victorian capital, and used it to attack the Victorian Empire's allied forces of Duke Fife, Duke Abercohn, and Duke Ashworth. Ultimately, Duke Fife's forces were completely annihilated, and His Excellency the Duke was killed. The other two dukes' forces suffered varying degrees of losses."

"This is the latest finding from Victoria's investigation."

Ernst Road.

In a way, Duke Fife was partly to blame for his own actions. The three ducal forces sent to besiege Lord Ducarle should have employed a strategy of encirclement, with high-speed warships and artillery providing fire support, and infantry providing outer cover for the artillery in a pincer movement.

This tactic is very targeted, because Lord Cat Egg Roll is a veritable minion crusher. Fighting him with infantry is basically just throwing away a kill. Therefore, a siege by high-speed warships is undoubtedly the best option.

But the Duke of Fife insisted on taking a portion of the infantry for "cover operations".

To put it bluntly, I just wanted to fish for Ducartes.

As expected, the order was given to the infantry to provide cover, but as soon as Duke Fife went up, he ordered the infantry to attack the Blood Lord, in order to force Ducarre, who was originally going to launch a single assault and might have had the opportunity to directly behead these dukes, to stop and kill the ordinary soldiers.

This is simply treating those infantrymen like livestock, mere expendable resources! It's all to buy time for the high-speed warships to aim and fire!

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. The Victorians have always been inhuman when it comes to being inhuman, so as long as his plan works and he wins the war, it doesn't matter.

But then, in the end, the Duke of Fife made a decision that was hard to understand.

When the Blood Demon Lord was battered and bruised from the indiscriminate bombardment and was preparing to retreat, he actually led his fleet to chase after him!

Theoretically speaking, as long as the allied forces of the three dukes tighten their encirclement and continue to use resources and Blood Demon Lord's lives to exchange for injuries, Blood Demon Lord can run for a while, but not forever! But he actually took the initiative to pursue!

His pursuit disrupted the encirclement formation. Ashworth and Abercrombie & Fitch had no choice but to order their fleet to follow.

As a result, Victoria used infantry as bait to lure the Blood Lord, who in turn used himself as bait to lure the Duke of Fafnir.

Five shots rained down on Shard Tower, turning Duke Fafnir and his fleet into rubble covered in Originium crystals! It also dragged Abercrombie and Ashworth, who were following behind him, into the mess.

[His crimes are heinous and he deserves to die!]

After hearing the results of the investigation report, everyone present had the same thought.

The Duke of Caesar and the Duke of Windermere had heard this report for the second time, but even so, they couldn't help but want to drag the Duke of Fife out and whip his corpse!

When your teammates are team fighting, you're split pushing; when your teammates initiate a team fight, you're useless; when your teammates are farming, you're charging in recklessly, and after charging in, you even ask why we didn't come! If you hadn't died so early, would you have come back and interrogated us for saying something like, "Why didn't we go in with you to feed?"

You're from the Sarkaz side, aren't you?!

Of course, while they were angry, the more important issue was the numerous problems that this humiliating defeat would bring.

As expected, after the details of the Shard incident were explained, the way the various countries looked at Victoria began to change subtly.

When it comes to cooking, just practice more!

Previously, Victoria would say this to other countries.

But now, the tables have turned!

"Victoria has never heard of anyone being able to fight a group of terrorists to this extent."

Fyodor, the youngest among them besides Ernst, couldn't help but utter a sigh.

On this land, who else could defeat a group of Sarkaz who "receive no support from any country or international organization and have no reinforcements" and who are "constantly divided by Ernst and Kazdelnia, with their morale plummeting"?

I'm not exaggerating when I say Fyodor. Although Ursus isn't in a great position right now, in this kind of situation, he really won.

Without considering all that, just fire the cannons and demolish the city first, then the army group will seize the opportunity and push straight over.

It's just that the losses are a little bigger, but when has Ursus ever cared about losses when fighting? Those army groups and local warlords are more than happy to have a fight!

Besides, even if the losses are huge, can they be as great as the losses Victoria is currently experiencing?

The Duke of Windermere looked grim. As the commander-in-chief of the allied forces, she bore leadership responsibility for the disastrous defeat in this battle.

But she also had something to say: "I did decide on the tactics, but once I've decided on the tactics, don't change them arbitrarily!" Her only mistake was that she didn't expect Duke Fife to be so extraordinary!

But what could she do? The Duke of Fife wasn't one of her soldiers. He was a Grand Duke, though not as powerful as Windermere, Castle, Godotington, or Wellington, but certainly not someone Windermere could easily command.

Zhuge Liang assigned Ma Su to guard Jieting. He gave him a test paper with the answers beside it, telling him to copy it. But Ma Su insisted on using some fancy trick to run up the mountain, and in the end, they lost. Zhuge Liang said, "Is it my fault?"

Fortunately, although everyone's expressions clearly showed that they were laughing at Victoria, the only one who actually spoke up was the young man, Fyodor.

The dragon was even more curious about the superweapon that could destroy several of the Grand Duke's high-speed warships with just five cannonballs—the Shard Tower!

"Secretary Ernst, would you mind explaining to us exactly what The Shard is?"

He glanced sideways, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He had certainly heard the words "weapons of the prehistoric civilization" just now. As the ruler of Yan Kingdom, he also knew that the current Terra civilization was by no means the first civilization on Terra.

Within the Yan Kingdom, there are also many relics left by ancient civilizations. However, none of them can be used directly as "weapons" like the Fragmented Tower. Even those that possess similar effects are far inferior to the reusable weapons found in tall buildings like the Fragmented Tower.

Therefore, he, and everyone else present, were extremely curious about what exactly the Victorian had been hiding in his possession.

This is one of the few opportunities to uncover the secrets of the Victorians without any cost!

However, unexpectedly, Ernst shook his head slightly:

"I can't explain that. I know very little about The Shard as well."

But he immediately changed the subject:

"Therefore, I specially invited someone who knows a lot about the Shard and prehistoric civilization to come to the site."

"Please say hello to everyone, Mr. Trevor Friston."

The meeting fell into a brief silence as everyone's eyes were fixed on the center of the room, seemingly waiting for a holographic image of another person to appear next to Ernst.

Trevor Friston—the name doesn't reveal much. Perhaps he's a scientist from Agor? After all, their research on prehistoric civilizations far surpasses that on land. Of course, it's also possible he's a legendary immortal, or even a beast lord or behemoth; they might have come into contact with the deeds of prehistoric civilizations.

But after a long while, nothing happened.

4. No one else appeared beside Ernst.

As if she had thought of something, Ling silently sat up straight and looked at the Colombian president sitting next to her.

As mentioned in the communications, this remote meeting utilized "Columbia's latest technology."

As the dragon's gaze fell upon Mark Max, the president's pupils contracted slightly. Then, he took out a small, golden camera and placed it on the table.

5. The camera immediately emitted a sound, a deep, somewhat weathered male voice speaking fluent Colombian:

"Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Ernst."

"Hello, fellow little animals."

“I am Trevor Friston, the Preservator.”

Chapter 843 I suspect my colleague is secretly doting on me, but I have no proof.

The Preserver feels like they're playing with something very new.

As one of the top scientists in human civilization, he was not completely ignorant of politics.

However, by their time, there were very few times when human civilization needed to demonstrate political wisdom in front of foreign races.

There's nothing we can do about it. If you try to explain this philosophy to those strange-looking aliens using pure rationality, they won't understand. It's not as direct as a purely physical critique.

For example, some starfish.

You can't reason with them; they'll betray you if you try to cooperate. There's nothing you can do.

Three shots shattered the planet's soul; sir, I am an Earthling.

And then? And then there were no more starfish.

Starfish canned food, like luncheon meat canned food, is very popular among young people and sells well in various planetary colonies.

Ah, I've inadvertently started thinking about the past again.

After a brief moment of reflection, Trevor Friston glanced at everyone present through Mark Max's small camera.

His physical body is still underground in Tremont, but he can indirectly observe the world through various mechanical devices. The drones on the Preservator space carrier last time, Mark Max's small camera this time, and all the equipment provided by Rhine Lab's Chief Administrator Christen Wright, even the network cable, are all examples of this.

With these resources, he has gained a considerable understanding of the world of Terra today.

To be more precise, Trevor Friston knew everything he should and shouldn't have known. II…

No one would think that the computing power of the Terran nations could withstand Friston's cyber intrusion, would they?

The reason he chose this way to appear was partly because Ernst asked him to "keep a little low-key," and partly because he was curious. After all, Mark Max often stood on the shoulders of others, so this time, he wanted to stand on Mark Max's shoulders and see what that felt like.

The answer is, I didn't feel anything.

So he had Mark Max put him down.

Let me think, what should I say to start?

It's been a long time since he spoke in public. The last time was on the day the War Moon was completed. The other engineers were too lazy to go up, so he went up and said a few words. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years have passed.

"First of all, thank you for the invitation, Mr. Ernst."

Trevor Friston began,

"Hello, fellow animals."

“I am the Preservator, Trevor Friston.”

"Cough cough!"

Before the representatives of the countries could react, Ernst, who was drinking water, choked and started coughing.

Dude, isn't that a bit too direct?

While I know that most of the Terrans evolved from the small animals you brought back years ago by installing the Prism cosmetic mod, isn't it a bit too blunt of you to say it like that?

Before Ernst could figure out how to salvage the situation, Trevor Friston spoke up again:

“I know that you are bothered by how I address you.”

"But that's the truth. Your current civilization, your form of development, your technology and culture, in my eyes, are no different from how you view the communities that carry beasts."

"The pack beasts are amazing creatures. In my spare time, I have been studying their evolutionary history. Time has left no trace on them. The long period of time has changed them very little. In the end, I came to a conclusion that the pack beasts are even smarter than you. Because they know their own stupidity and never try to be clever."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fyodor, standing to the side, frowned slightly and said: (Lu)≈

"Secretary Ernst, is your guest so rude?"

Every single person sitting here is a leader of a nation. Although their countries all face various thorny problems, no one on the land of Terra dares to deny their authority.

Just like Fyodor, even though he was outwardly obeyed but inwardly defied by various warlords in Ursus and suffered some humiliation, once he left Ursus, who would dare not call him "His Majesty Fyodor of Ursus"?

Being verbally abused right from the start is something he's never even experienced in his life, let alone whether he can accept it.

Ernst did not speak.

When he asked the Preservator to come out of seclusion, he had already foreseen the existence of the prehistoric civilization and had many opinions about the current Terra civilization.

The term "preserver" is actually quite mild.

After all, he's still willing to talk.

Silence is the greatest form of contempt. Like Precyth, whose project [Originium] spans the entire continent of Terra, it's fair to say that if she wanted, she could have gone anywhere on this land every day from the very beginning and insulted anyone.