"This is your freedom, both the state machine and the Sherman family follow your will," Director Eno shifted the topic, "I didn't come to the Imperial Palace just for a chat with you today."

"Just tell me what you need, my dear uncle," the Old Emperor laughed, "What conditions have I not met for you? It has always been this way, and it will continue to be so."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Director Eno said: "I hope, after this expedition's victory, you can publicly commend the White Ghost."

"Commend? He insulted me, yet I should commend him?"

"Your Majesty, your benevolent heart doesn't need to be petty with him."

Director Eno smiled:

"Moreover, distancing yourself from him over a few words is exactly falling into the New Federation's trap, isn't it?

"The New Federation wants to divide you and the White Ghost.

"You have the highest authority, and he has strong personal strength and public reputation. If the Imperial Nobles' rectification movement continues, the Empire will regain its former glory, the people will stand on the same front with you, and a small group of corrupt nobles will be cleared from the Empire's bloodstream.

"Think about it; isn't it after the White Ghost's silent exit that the domestic opinion reverted to that previous passive situation towards the royal family and the nobles?"

The Old Emperor slightly nodded: "I will consider uncle's opinion... However, this doesn't seem to be a problem for you."

"Your Majesty, the battle is ongoing, and we have gradually established an advantage. Winning the battle should not be a big issue," Director Eno said slowly, "I have already sent Daphne to the front line with that cell tissue. Now, we only need a letter of commendation from you."

"The Emperor's token is there," the Old Emperor gestured with his chin to the side, "You can use it yourself, uncle."

Director Eno sighed: "Your Majesty, you are blaming me again."

The Old Emperor just turned his head away.

"Alright then, I'll wait for Your Majesty to finish enjoying the massage," Director Eno stretched lazily, "The sofa here with Your Majesty is still more comfortable; my shabby research institute's non-core equipment is old and worn out."

A maid suddenly rushed over.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

The Emperor turned his head: "Why such panic? What's the situation?"

"The Free Federation is about to hold an emergency press conference. According to relevant news, they seem to be about to join the war!"

"Hmm?"

The Emperor and Director Eno frowned simultaneously, the two elders exchanged a glance.

The Old Emperor puzzled: "Uncle, this seems different from the intelligence we received before."

"The President of the Free Federation, in the call, made it clear that they wouldn't actively send troops into the New Federation's territory," Director Eno took out his special terminal, "Your Majesty, I'll investigate it first."

The Old Emperor nodded, suddenly asked: "Has the Emperor Guard System not been activated?"

"The Archbishop tried twice already..."

"Your Majesty," Director Eno explained, "There seems to be a small issue with this system. The Emperor Guard System 2.0 is in development and just passed a regional trial a few days ago; it will soon be promoted in the network world."

The Old Emperor said indifferently: "Will I have enough authority?"

"Of course, it is not the inheritance left by Levi's ancestors, but the artwork created by our summary of current technology. You have the highest authority."

Director Eno responded with a smile.

The Old Emperor instantly showed a leisurely smile, waved the maid away, and continued to enjoy with his eyes closed.

...

The shift in interstellar politics had not yet affected the face-off battlefield that had reached a white-hot stage.

After the second round of dreadnought salvos, the Empire's advantage expanded once again. The New Federation was struggling to support on the front and had to deploy reinforcements to relieve its pressure.

However, the Empire immediately matched this with the same stakes on the field.

The 'Levi' Fleet joined the side battle. Although it was just a title, the contemporary Levi Fleet was not made up of the most core batch of ancient warships, yet their arrival still heavily tilted the scales of victory.

Invincibility can only be established on caliber and firepower!

The Empire dominates unchallenged because of this unparalleled military strength!

Although the New Federation's comprehensive technological level may not be far from the Empire's core, in military terms, it lacks foundation and adequate preparation.

The outcome of the battlefield was gradually becoming clear.

Yang Ming concluded that the New Federation should preserve its living strength and would voluntarily retreat after the third salvo of dreadnought fire.

If the Empire secures victory in this battle, next, it can radiate to one-third of the New Federation's territory. If it becomes more daring, advancing to occupy six to ten major sequence Administrative Stars of the New Federation will impose immense pressure on the New Federation authorities.

This regime of the New Federation might directly collapse under such pressure!

However, Yang Ming was not excited; he pondered deeply: If the Empire can win so easily, then...

Buzz, buzz!

Yang Ming's watch suddenly vibrated.

He glanced down, his expression shifting multiple times within a second, and abruptly stood up.

Almost simultaneously, Admiral Thomas listened with a grave expression.

The left-side large screen suddenly changed, displaying the deep space at the battlefield's edge, where the light brought the latest information.

"General! The Guel Alliance fleet has entered the left wing! Four main fleet formations! At least four main fleet formations!"

"General! The Free Federation fleet has completed their jump, appearing on the battlefield's right wing! They've sent a war signal! Connected with the New Federation's command system!"

"Both sides are advancing at full speed and will reach the two-wing battlefield in fifteen minutes!"

Admiral Thomas's nostrils quivered slightly.

The opponent's encirclement has taken shape.

Deep in the Emperor Star.

In an isolated laboratory, a research team in white lab coats gazed worriedly at the large black box over hundreds of meters long before them.

No response, no feedback.

The Archbishop above had inserted the staff several times, the cut scenes had played several times, but they couldn't activate it...

"Could it be, when we did the maintenance earlier, it angered this goddess?"

"She lacks normal cognitive abilities, doesn't she? What should we do?"

Suddenly.

A faint light appeared on the black box, illuminating mysterious circuit-like engravings.

In the mutated Thought Space.

The girl inside the black box slowly opened her eyes, the chains around her right arm silently dissolved. But when she appeared above the black box, she remained a projection drawn by five chains.

The Emperor Guard System... activated.

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