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Mu Feixing used his divine sense to control four super mechas to defect from the empire, and launched a devastating blow to the imperial capital, but this was only a small part of his grand plan. On the way to escape, he kept plundering the resources of the empire, and he sacked all the famous high energy stars. No matter the army or the civilians, as long as they met him, they would be massacred, and the method was very bloody and cruel.

But the news that he is still alive is only known to a few people. On the bright side, the commander of this mecha army is Mu Ran. How much the people of the Empire loved Mu Ran, how much they hate him now. Their relatives were slaughtered, their resources plundered, their homes destroyed, and it seemed as if they had fallen into hell overnight.

Two of the four patriarchs controlled by Mu Ran were sacrificed at the military parade ceremony, the other two were seriously injured, and the troops under their command suffered heavy losses, making it impossible to organize an effective defense and counterattack. But Mu Ran's actions are far from over. After searching for the energy star, he began to attack the habitable star and the farming and animal husbandry star. Judging from his offensive route, it seems that he is ready to embezzle most of the empire's territory and establish his own country. .

The imperial regiment guessed his plan, and at the same time came to an even more terrifying conclusion-since he was going to build a country, he must have his own manpower, otherwise who would help him suppress the people on the planet and establish an efficient regime ? Being able to control six super mechas silently, it can be seen that the Mu family started the layout a long time ago. Outside the empire, they may have formed a private army.

And Mu Ran's performance also proved this inference. He captured six habitable stars in a row, and dispatched six super mechas to suppress them, while he was suspended in the universe on a cruise ship, seemingly waiting for reinforcements.

The people who were slaughtered and enslaved in despair, looked at the direction of the imperial capital and prayed in tears. They could never have imagined that the once glorious empire would fall in such a short period of time. Why didn't the army show up? Isn't it their responsibility to protect the home and the country?

It was only at this point that the people remembered the "defection" First and Sixth Army Corps, and suddenly realized that the crime might not be true, but was harmed by Mu Ran. The prestige of the royal family has long since disappeared, and they have become clowns who were wantonly played by Mu Ran, and sinners who have been spurned by everyone. The members of the royal family who were on the run had to remain anonymous and go into exile outside the realm.

The Federation and several other old-fashioned empires did not dare to confront Mu Ran directly. Instead, they aimed at the other half of the empire, and assembled troops outside the country, waiting for an opportunity. A bigger disaster was coming. When the people fell into despair, the First Army and the Sixth Army suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with Mu Ran's mecha troops.

The six super mechas are worth six top-level fleets. Although one of them is newly built, with Mu Feixing guiding behind it, the firepower is not inferior to the old mechas. The First Army and the Sixth Army lost their trump cards and could not resist at all, but they were obviously determined to sacrifice everything in order to protect the motherland.

One after another transformed pseudo-super-power mecha swept to the super-power mecha with a gust of wind, and launched a suicide attack on them. After one of them collided with the super mecha's energy cabin, the other one would follow, and the rumbling sound of explosions echoed throughout the universe.

A group of drivers martyred for the country, and another group rushed out without hesitation. They were like moths fighting a fire. They knew that there was only death ahead, but they still illuminated the land with their own firelight. Countless mecha wreckage floated in the universe, and many more rushed into the atmosphere and fell on the land they guarded with their lives.

The people who saw this scene through the eyes of the sky all shed tears of grief. But what they didn't know was that behind these excellent pilots, there were many mecha makers who were mentally exhausted in order to rush to make these pseudo-super mechas, and finally had to wait to die.

Their bravery, fearlessness, and determination to protect the Empire at all costs made the Allied forces who were waiting for an opportunity timid, and Mu Ran was devastated. He couldn't wait for Mu Yang's reinforcements for a long time. Seeing that several super mechas became scarred by the continuous suicide attacks, he could only consider giving up.

Six super mechs and a cruiser turned around and flew into the depths of the universe, leaving behind a devastated empire and a terrified populace. Most of the first and sixth legions were killed or injured in this battle, and the most elite troops were all sent to carry out death missions, especially the t4 troops led by Xu Qi and the mecha maker team formed by Yan Zhongkui. The next two or three survivors.

When they landed on one of the planets, although they were warmly welcomed by the people, they did not experience the joy of victory. It was so difficult after just one encounter. When Mu Ran made a little repair and made a comeback, what would the empire use to resist? The most important strategic resources have been scavenged by Mu Ran. What does the empire take to rise?

The Alliance Army led by the Federation has never dispersed. They are like a pack of hungry wolves. Once they determine that the prey has no resistance, they will pounce on it and bite its throat. How bad the situation is, not only the major legions, but also the people with a little eyesight. The disaster is far from over. If the empire does not have a strong enough army and enough advanced weapons and equipment, its destruction will be inevitable.

"Pseudo-super-power mechas are available, but they consume the vitality of the army. Our victory is filled with human lives. How many excellent mecha pilots died on the front line? How many mecha manufacturers are exhausted in the transformation. The assembly line of pseudo-super mechas? We need a maker who can create super mechas in the shortest time!" A netizen voiced grief and indignation.

"Remember that article by Lord Jacob? Look again now! We are all played by Mu Ran! The real treason is Mu Ran and the royal family. The first and sixth legions are the pillars of the empire. This time Have you ever counted how many soldiers they sacrificed in battle? Conspirators are sought after, patriots are persecuted, I feel sad for such a country!" Another netizen choked up.

"Qi Ze! If anyone can research the manufacturing method of super mecha in the shortest time, I think only Qi Ze, who invented the pseudo-super mecha transformation technology. Without him, the empire is now dead! Where is he? ?" As soon as this sentence appeared on the Internet, it aroused great resonance, and the people remembered that in addition to Mu Ran, the empire also had a mecha maker with extraordinary abilities. He was very young, only eighteen years old. The future is far greater than that of Mu Ran.

"Where is Qi Ze?" Almost everyone was asking this question, including the military officials who gathered to hold a national salvation meeting. The Military Department abolished the Royal Family and the House of Commons, taking over the rule of the Empire in a tough stance. What they need is iron and blood, a counterattack, not just sitting still. Weapons are needed to counterattack. It is not a matter of lip service. Without super-power mechas, it is difficult for the imperial army to repel powerful enemies from all walks of life.

"I don't know where Qi Ze is at the moment." Mr. Yan's face was exhausted.

"Then find him quickly! It doesn't matter to us to fill the front line with human life, but the premise is that this kind of sacrifice is not endless." An admiral said with red eyes.

"I've already sent someone to look for it..." Before Mr. Yan could finish speaking, he received an unnamed call. Who will know their private number? His heart skipped a beat, and then he answered the phone immediately. Tears poured out uncontrollably when he saw the tall figure of his grandson projected on the holographic screen.

"Are you still alive? Qi Ze is there too?" Seeing the two standing side by side, he choked up, "Well, it's good to live! The empire needs you, come back quickly!" They are ready.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Junyu's mood was very heavy, and the cockpit was dead silent. Gradually, some people cried out in grief, some cursed with grief and anger, and some people had red eyes. They can't wait to return to the motherland immediately and take up their weapons to kill the enemy.

"This is a well-planned blitzkrieg battle. Fortunately, we cut off Mu Ran's reinforcements in advance, otherwise the empire would have fallen." Li Ziqian turned his hands into claws and made a choking motion unconsciously. If Mu Ran was right in front of him, he would definitely tear him to pieces.

"Give me the Tianshu, and I promise to fix it within two months." Qi Ze said decisively.

Li Ziqian quickly took out the space button. The group rushed to the empire at the fastest speed. Langya and his team had already left on another battleship. Even if they wandered in the meteorite belt all the year round, and there were many warships ambushed nearby, they would not dare to attack the idea of ​​​​this cruise ship.

Seeing Qi Ze who was unscathed, Yan Zhongkui's heart hung high before he let go. Compared with his nephew, he obviously cares more about the safety of the youth. With the current situation of the empire, he can sacrifice many elite troops, but he cannot sacrifice such a mecha maker.

"Find me a workshop, the bigger the better." After stepping off the battleship, Qi Ze didn't say a word of nonsense, and immediately got ready for work.

Yan Junyu pulled him into his arms, kissed him on the cheek and between the eyebrows cherishingly, and left in a hurry. After the fall of the Imperial City, the military had to temporarily select a planet as the political center. The six major legions were integrated into one guardian, with stronger cohesion and higher execution power. Everything was running in an orderly manner, not because of The looming crisis appears chaotic. This is due to the preparations of the old man Yan, so he was ordered in danger and became the supreme commander of the army.

"I brought Tianshu. I just got a batch of materials recently, so I can transform it as a whole." Qi Ze took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and announced even more surprising news, "Forgot to tell you, I also have a super mecha in my hand, or a puppet is more suitable." After the improvement of the realm, he already has the ability to repair the puppet, although the material selected is inferior, the power is slightly inferior than before, but it is enough to deal with the current situation. 's crisis.

Yan Zhongkui was in high spirits and asked, "Why do you have a super mecha?"

"Heirloom. Treasure." Qi Ze stepped into the maintenance warehouse and released the puppet and Tianshu at the same time. Tianshu is okay, just a steel giant, looking solemn and majestic, righteous and awe-inspiring. The puppet is a holy-level ghost-faced spider, its huge body is covered with red and black burrs, forming a hideous ghost-face; its sturdy limbs stretch out in all directions, covering the ground of the entire warehouse in an instant; sharp mouthparts It glowed with a dark and purple light, and it was extremely poisonous at first glance.

The originally majestic Tianshu, fighting next to it, was as delicate and harmless as a doll. Yan Zhongkui looked up at the puppet with a dull expression, and said hoarsely, "This, this seems to be a monster, not a mecha?"

"That's right. But it can completely deal with the mechas you have here." Qi Ze waved his hand, "I will draw simple parts that do not require spiritual support, and you will send someone to build and assemble them. I will handle the rest by myself. ."

"This monster seems to be dead?" Yan Zhongkui murmured.

"That's right. This is a puppet made from the corpse of the Eight Desolate Ghost-faced Spider." Qi Ze covered the sadness in his eyes. To be more precise, this ghost-faced spider was originally alive, but in the last battle, it was slapped away by a Mahayana monk with the palm of his hand, and now it is an ordinary spiritual weapon.

The puppets made with holy-level spirit beasts can only be controlled by monks above the Mahayana period. Devouring it once can take two hours to fight. If you want to fight again, the spirit stone must be doubled, which is an extremely luxurious weapon. Qi Ze didn't have enough cultivation to control it, so he could only take out the spiritual stone that the sect had stored for tens of thousands of years and drive it away with all his strength. After being chased and killed for several months in a row, seeing that the high-grade spiritual stones were exhausted, he simply fed a few spiritual veins, attracting all the enemies, and fighting to the death.

In the end, he lived in another world, and the puppet also lost its spirit and returned to silence.

Without the artifact spirit, the ghost-faced spider would not be able to exert its full combat power, but considering that the ghost-faced spider was originally a monster, perhaps refining it into a magic-powered spirit soldier, the attributes will be more compatible, and the combat power will also be improved. As for Tianshu, its owner is also full of demonic energy now, and it is most appropriate to change the metallicity to the dark attribute.

Qi Ze lacked everything now, except black crystals, so he quickly decided on a transformation plan. But Yan Zhongkui couldn't get a clue. He walked around the puppet twice and said anxiously, "The spider is already dead, how can you make it move? Can its body withstand the attack of artillery shells?"

"That's it." Qi Ze's fingertips were full of spiritual energy, and he tapped it on the puppet's forehead.

Yan Zhongkui was taken aback, he stepped back several steps in succession before he could stand firm, and continued to ask, "But you are the only one who knows this control method, others can't learn it at all!" He had already guessed that the boy was from an alien domain and possessed The strength is also completely different from the local powerhouse. The natives will, he will; he will, the natives may not. This puppet looks mighty and extraordinary, but it is useless for no one to master its driving method. Can't let Qi Ze follow him on the battlefield, right?

"Yan Junyu can control it." Qi Ze said calmly, "Forgot to tell you, the current Yan Junyu is a wood-type ability user, and his level is at least 5s."

"You, what did you say?" Yan Zhongkui licked his ears regardless of his image. He seriously suspected that he was hallucinating. In his life, no no no, even in the history of the empire, there has never been a 5s-level powerhouse! Didn't his nephew lose his ability? Why did you change your face as soon as you came back?

"You can go and have a look if you don't believe me. I will pass you the design drawings of the parts later. No one is allowed to approach this studio unless I come out myself." Qi Ze explained carefully.

"Okay, I see." Yan Zhongkui always maintains a respect for the unknown. He didn't ask any more questions, and hurried to look for his nephew.

Qi Ze closed the warehouse door, set up the defensive circle and the attack circle, and then began to transform the puppet. Since demons are very unpopular in Qianyuan Continent, after obtaining the bodies of high-level monsters, Zongmen dared to use normal methods to refine them without preserving their original attributes. After the refining is successful, the strength will always drop several levels due to the incompatibility of the attributes.

What Qi Ze has to do now is to set up a large magic formation, infect the puppet with plenty of magic energy to restore it, and then engrave magic patterns all over the puppet and embed magic crystals to make it exert its maximum combat power. The holy-level Eight Desolate Ghost-faced Spiders are very large, not to mention the body weighing dozens of tons, even if the eight arthropods are stretched out, they can also wrap a heavyweight cruise ship. And Qi Ze wants to engrave on its surface densely packed magic patterns with different effects, which is a huge project.

Fortunately, Qi Ze is a fusion of spiritual roots, and he can practice any exercises and absorb any power. If he was born in the Demon Sect, he might also become a powerful Demon Cultivator. Of course, since he is practicing decent Taoism now, it is best not to abolish his cultivation. The transformation project of Tianshu is much simpler, as long as all the shells are replaced with black crystals, and a cockpit can be reinstalled.

When Qi Ze was in retreat, Mu Ran and Mu Yang did not continue to attack the empire, but frantically hunted and killed the supernatural beings. In just a few days, they have captured thousands of power users, all of whom are above s. Whether they are nobles or commoners, citizens of the empire or citizens of foreign territories, they have become their targets. This made all countries very annoyed, and finally realized that Mu Ran had gone crazy. If he continued to indulge him, the consequences could be very serious.

The Confederate army did not retreat, nor did it invade. They are still considering whether to leave the empire to contain Mu Ran, or to confront Mu Ran in person. The maximization of interests made them give up the idea of ​​attacking. With the empire around, they could continuously weaken Mu Ran's power. This was a good idea of ​​"killing two birds with one stone".

A few days later, the Alliance army began to retreat, and the precarious empire finally got a chance to breathe. The military did not announce the news of Qi Ze's return to avoid unnecessary danger for him, so the people of the whole empire were shouting the same sentence, "Where is Qi Ze?"

He seemed to be everyone's last hope.

At the same time, the lucky surviving Langya received an invitation from Mu Yang. As the leader of the Star Thief Group, the two often meet, but this is the first time they have been invited to meet. don't know what happened to the Demon Star Thief Group. The three largest battleships disappeared, causing the combat effectiveness to plummet. If it wasn't for Mu Ran bringing six super mechas to join him, he might have been killed by other star thieves long ago. annexed.

With weapons and equipment, the brothers still need a lot of manpower to occupy a star field. After thinking about it, they had to find some "like-minded" people to cooperate. As the leader of the second largest star thief group in the meteorite belt, Wolf Fang was on their ally list from the very beginning.

"This is my younger brother Mu Ran, a 4s-level mecha maker, I think everyone knows it." Although Mu Yang had an easy-going smile, the corners of his eyes and brows showed arrogance. The only 4s-level mecha maker in the entire galaxy, this achievement is enough to deter the thugs in the hall.

"It turned out to be Master Mu, I have been looking forward to it for a long time!" Everyone showed a flattering expression, but Wolf Fang sneered disdainfully. What bullshit 4s, have the ability to confront Qi Ze, and see who wins and who loses! Oh, he almost forgot, the two had already fought once, and Mu Ran suffered a fiasco.

Mu Yang swept Langya's eyes insidiously, as if he wanted to get angry, but because of the next plan, he had to choose to endure it. He quickly expressed his ideas, and all the colleagues also showed expressions of interest. Carve up the empire and establish a relatively independent and mutually guaranteed federal state. As long as the leader of the star thief group is a little bit more motivated, most of them take this ideal as their ultimate goal, plus Mu Ran and the six super mechas. Participate, the probability of success is at least 80% or more.

"Done!" A leader immediately made a decision.

"I will join too."

"And me." Someone kept agreeing.

"Langya, what do you think?" Mu Yang said with a half-smile.

"I have to think about it." Langya didn't dare to mess with these people. There is a saying in the Qi's ancient dictionary - Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy will never be lost in a hundred battles. Victory on the battlefield can only be achieved with a deep understanding of your enemy. These people only see a beautiful vision, but they don't see the strength of the enemy. When their minds are hot, they rush upwards, aren't they going to be cannon fodder? Can Mu Ranzai surpass Qi Ze? Others didn't know the inside story, but he found out. Mu Yang led the entire fleet to besiege Qi Ze, but was beaten to pieces by a sea emperor ship from Qi Ze.

A sea emperor ship can win a big battle against a top fleet, but is it afraid of an egg against six super mechas? What's more, there are big killers like Yan Junyu and Li Ziqian by his side. This seemingly inevitable war is actually unpredictable.

Langya thought of what happened on planet me219, and he was horrified for a while, and waved his hands again, "I can't give you an answer now, let me go back and think about it." Think about it, you can't tear your face in someone else's territory, go back to him Immediately take the fleet to the depths of the meteorite belt, and never go into this murky water.

"Yes, after all, this is a major event, and it should be considered carefully." Mu Yang nodded, "Before you go back, I invite you to enjoy a movie."

"What movie? Could it be that Little Genie has a new gv?" a leader said slyly. Others have bright eyes, loud horny. Laughing.

Mu Yang's stomach was full of anger, but he was held down by Mu Ran. If Tai Zu and the fleet were both severely damaged by Qi Ze, why would he need to endure these rude people? Slowly exhaling, he turned on the holographic screen to let these people take a good look at his methods.