Chapter 962: Internal strife among the mechanical race
The meeting has ended.
When Zhao Chen and Lilith transitioned between scenes.
He smiled and said, "Now we have a way to dispose of some of our old, high-end interstellar warships."
Lilith nodded.
The Dragon Legion has some old T4-class interstellar warships that can be repaired and used, but they are not cost-effective.
However, if they were to be sold to outsiders, these would be high-end interstellar warships, with very high prices, and very few interstellar powers could afford to purchase large quantities.
There is now a compensation agreement for the Angel race here.
Zhao Chen could complete this compensation agreement with minimal cost.
"Contact Li Wei. If he has any T3 Judgement-class heavy interstellar missile ships that have been in service for more than two years, he can send them over directly to the Angel race."
"They're short of combat power right now, so we should really help our ally." Zhao Chen smiled slightly.
Among the interstellar warships provided this time, Zhao Chen gave a lot of T3 Judgement-class heavy interstellar missile ships.
For this, the angel Tilia expressed her deepest gratitude.
In reality, Zhao Chen's move was entirely aimed at enabling his Xiaolong-class interstellar warships to gain a foothold among the Angel race's active interstellar warships.
Moreover, the biggest 'advantage' of this interstellar warship is its extremely strong firepower output, but it also consumes a great deal of resources.
When the Angel commanders experience the thrill of firepower, they will surely try to procure more interstellar missiles.
Zhao Chen's Xiaolong Industrial can then continuously sell these interstellar missiles to the Angel race.
The wealth and raw materials of the Angel race will continuously flow into Zhao Chen's pockets, used to expand the entire Xiaolong industry.
Some might say that Zhao Chen is too cold-blooded, resorting to underhanded tactics against allies who were just fighting alongside him.
Zhao Chen disagreed.
There are no permanent allies or permanent enemies in this world.
The only reason we're all standing together is for mutual benefit.
If the Angel race hadn't valued the benefits from the Wyvern, they wouldn't have sent so many interstellar warships to help Zhao Chen.
It was all just a transaction.
"Who are we meeting next?" Zhao Chen asked Lilith, referring to the upcoming schedule.
Lilith replied, "Empress Saint Cana, let's discuss the detailed arrangements after this battle."
And the subsequent purchase of interstellar warships from our JF-17 Thunder.
After all, they need a large number of interstellar warships to guard this permanent level 5 cosmic wormhole; those low-quality T2-level ships alone are definitely not enough.
I estimate they want us to sell them some Tier 4 or even Tier 5 starships.
"T4-level interstellar warships can be arranged, but T5-level interstellar warships are currently not available for sale to foreign companies."
"No matter what, we have to wait until we can arm a small fleet with T5 starships," Zhao Chen muttered.
Just then, Zhao Chen's handheld terminal flashed, and a notification popped up.
Above that, there is a two-dimensional gray-white cartoon image of a little person knocking on a door.
This is something that ordinary communication reminders don't have.
Zhao Chen stopped and told Lilith, "Postpone the meeting with Saint Cana. I need to take care of some things here."
โYes,โ Lilith replied.
Inside Zhao Chen's office.
He watched the light and shadows bouncing around in front of him, and even sat down on his desk, swinging his legs.
"How did you do that?" Zhao Chen looked at the little girl in front of him with a puzzled expression.
"You mean, how did I transmit my image directly to you through your communication terminal?" The little girl blinked and looked at Zhao Chen.
Zhao Chen nodded.
The little girl poked her chin with her finger, thought for a moment, and then shook her head: "It's too profound to explain to you in a short time."
"So what brings you here this time?" Zhao Chen asked, sitting on the sofa next to him.
The reason he didn't sit in the chair in front of his desk was simply that the angle would have been inappropriate for facing a little girl in a princess dress.
"Of course it's what I agreed on with you before."
Don't forget, I reminded you about the Leviathan Shaman-class Zerg mothership.
"Are you going to deny it again?" The little girl pouted, staring at Zhao Chen.
This guy really says anything.
"Let's get down to business," Zhao Chen said, feigning seriousness.
The mischievousness in the little girl's eyes disappeared, and even her legs, which had been swinging on the desk, stopped moving.
"I need your help."
Zhao Chen looked at the little girl with a puzzled expression: "You said before that you are the highest being in the mechanical race, and you are already a powerful member of the mechanical race."
How else can I help you?
The little girl said quietly, "In name, I am indeed the highest-ranking being among the mechanical race."
But that doesn't mean the entire machine race obeys my orders.
Especially at this moment.
To understand the meaning behind what the other person is saying.
Zhao Chen looked at the little girl suspiciously: "You mean... there are also... disagreements within the Machine Race?"
"Yes." The little girl nodded.
Zhao Chen was even more puzzled: "That shouldn't be the case. Shouldn't your mechanical race have a clear class system?"
Since you are the highest level of existence, you can command all mechanical life forms.
"That's how it used to be, but I don't know when it started."
Another voice emerged from among the mechanical race.
An entity with permissions second only to mine.
The mechanical lifeforms called them 'mechanical prophets.' When the little girl mentioned this term, Zhao Chen sensed a murderous aura emanating from her for the first time.
"'Mechanical Prophet'?" Zhao Chen paused, then asked, "Does that mean this Mechanical Prophet wants to seize power from you?"
"It's not just about seizing power, it's about reform, it's about overthrowing the original mission of the Machine Race!" the little girl said indignantly.
At this moment, Zhao Chen felt as if a corner of the secrets about the mechanical race had been unveiled before him.
"What was the original mission of the Machine Race?" Zhao Chen asked in a deep voice.
The little girl didn't say anything.
It seems she doesn't want to explain this to herself yet.
Do you know why the demon race was able to master that evil life energy technology?
How could they grow into an existence that suppresses the Angel race in such a short period of time?
"All of this was actually orchestrated by this 'mechanical prophet'!" The little girl revealed another shocking secret.
The rise of the Demon race is actually related to the Machine race!
Zhao Chen looked at the little girl in surprise: "Then...you have no way to get rid of it?"
The little girl shook her head: "I can't even find it now."
When I noticed its threat, it went into hiding.
However, a religion emerged among the machine race.
Zhao Chen was stunned. The mechanical race... has a religion?
Damn it, these two things seem impossible to combine.
"The Cult of Machines, that's what they call themselves."
That guy hasn't shown up for almost ten years, but I'm certain that the Mechanicus Cult is carrying out its will!
And I need you to help me find it and get rid of it!
Otherwise, it would bring unprecedented disaster to the universe.
"It's a hundred times more terrifying than the swarm of insects you've faced this time!" The little girl stared at Zhao Chen with great seriousness.