This is not mechanical ascension.

Mikhail's high-pitched voice echoed in the room, carrying the unique electromagnetic feeling transmitted by the Internet.

Li Ming remained silent, but had no intention of breaking up the fight. Instead, he watched with interest.

Perhaps because it was rare to see Mikhail with such a strong attitude, Reynolds was shocked for a moment.

Mikhail looked indifferent: "When I was sixteen, I witnessed my parents being killed by human traffickers. I was captured, had my ears cut off, underwent cell sealing surgery, and became a mute spirit. I have risen to this point. I am used to seeing the darkness in people's hearts."

"And you, Reynolds, you and Forge Hammer are both Flame Spirit Giants with low IQs. Forge Hammer finally discovered you and has been cultivating you carefully."

"But over the years, how much have you paid attention to the affairs of the Machinists Association? Whenever something happens, you will either fight or kill. I have been handling many things. Without me, the Machinists Association would have been torn apart!"

"You have the nerve to accuse me? You don't even have the qualifications to revive the forging hammer!"

Mikhail said it loudly.

His resume is quite bumpy, and the status of the elves in the interstellar world is actually quite embarrassing. Because of its appearance and innate arrogance and coolness, it really pokes a lot of people's XP.

The secret slave trade has been banned repeatedly, even though this ethnic group is considered a powerful race and has the inherent power to mobilize energy particles.

But for life forms that are at the forefront of evolution, it is nothing. Some people are still secretly capturing them.

Sixteen years old for the elven race is roughly equivalent to ten years old for interstellar humans.

Reynolds crossed his fists, his expression changed, but for a moment, he was rendered speechless.

But Mikhail was still outputting at high intensity, with a cold voice: "Use your brain that has finally mutated, and think about it carefully. Is there any benefit if I leak the coordinates to them?"

He is really aggressive, and he would probably have to hold back a lot of his breath. Li Ming muttered to himself.

Reynolds and Forge Hammer are both Flame Spirit Giants, and they are labeled as reckless men. To have two master craftsmen, it can only be said to be a brain mutation.

Reynolds snorted coldly: "To put it nicely, it sounds like you have done your best and died. You know how much benefit you have derived from it."

"Idiot, the forging hammer didn't benefit from the Mechanics Association?" Mikhail sneered, and Reynolds was speechless. He said in a deep voice: "Then let me ask you, why did the ruins of the Holy Spirit Civilization appear in advance? Didn’t you tell us two?”

"You will know sooner or later. Besides, I haven't confirmed this yet." Mikhail paused and shook his head.

Reynolds smiled, "I think you just want to create an information gap and find it yourself to make some money."

"Being smart." Mikhail didn't dwell on this topic, maybe he really had this idea.

The two of them vented for a while and tacitly ignored these topics.

Immediately, Mikhail brought the topic back again, "Qinglong has been delaying it for us for a while, and even if they start to divide it, it will take some time to fully implement it."

"I would estimate it was about a year and a half, actually."

"It's still too short." Reynolds frowned. "It's still impossible to turn the Machinists Association into a joint governance."

"It's unlikely, but it's still possible. If you want to reverse this matter, you just need to make them realize that the price they paid is too high. That's enough." Mikhail's eyes flickered.

"We can jointly explore the ruins of the Holy Spirit Civilization when the time comes, and the three major civilizations will not let it go."

"Those are just ruins, not relics." Reynolds frowned, "According to your statement, even if the forging hammer is resurrected, it will not change the current situation."

"Or did you find something good in those ruins?" He was suspicious and still prejudiced against Mikhail.

Mikhail was silent, his voice was low, as if it was squeezed out of his throat: "Idiot, do you know what variables are? If I have a clear way to solve this matter, why would I still be chatting with you here?"

In fact, it is still a gamble, after all, there is no other way.

One year is a bit short for Li Ming. The development progress can be reduced to 10% at most, and it is difficult to make major improvements in other aspects.

His original estimate was three years. If more gene sources were added, it would be possible to increase the development progress to about 30%.

Moreover, by then, both the number of mechanical bodies and the amount of controlled materials will have greatly improved.

It's hard to say whether this matter can be solved, but at least there is more room for maneuver.

But Costart was cut down to one year, which was a bit short. "What is the situation in the ruins of the Holy Spirit Civilization?" Li Ming thought and asked.

Before, these two guys kept their secrets secret and did not want to leak more information to him.

But now, in more than half a year, there will be a joint exploration, and it is time to tell some secret news.

The two people, who were still at war with each other, looked at each other and seemed to exchange ideas.

After a while, Mikhail spoke: "That's it-"

Negotiations by the Machinists Association affect the hearts of a large number of mechanics.

Immediately after the end, the Machinists Association issued an announcement--

[After the three master craftsmen of Qinglong, Creation, and Mechanical Soul negotiated with various interstellar civilizations, no new targeted investigation will be launched after the existing investigation is completed until the targeted bill is promulgated, which will last for one year. 】

This announcement is a bit confusing. The one-year delay mentioned by the three major civilizations actually refers to the time when the butcher knife falls.

Similar issuance of a joint proclamation and act establishing the Society of Dismemberment Machinists.

The investigation that has already taken place will definitely not be terminated just like that, and the investigation will continue.

This result was beyond everyone's expectations and was not a breakthrough, but it did not make things worse.

"Why is it delayed for one year? It's inexplicable. It's better to give a specific result. If it doesn't work, I will run away."

"Isn't the delay of one year just giving you time to run? Brother, don't you look at the pressure the three master craftsmen are facing. It's already great to be able to gain one year -"

"Looking at the information announcement, Qinglong Pavilion was listed at the top. This negotiation must have put a lot of effort into it—"

Someone compared the previous announcements and found something wrong. In the past, Qinglong was always at the back, but this time it actually ran to the front.

Most mechanics have no specific impression of this newly emerged master craftsman.

Although there have been calls for him to speak out before, he has never responded.

There are as many responsibilities as there are benefits. Qinglong didn't get many benefits, and the mechanics couldn't find a reason, so they stopped.

Unexpectedly, I gave them a surprise secretly.

"Your Excellency Qinglong is still kind. Although he only shows up in name, he does not hide when it is time to contribute, unlike the other two master craftsmen.

After eating so many good things, I can't even fart. "

These mechanics were quite excited and had an increasingly friendly impression of Qinglong.

In the eyes of most people, this delayed year, even if the problem cannot be solved, still leaves them enough time to transfer.

At the same time, in another corner of the universe, the stars were shining brightly.

A small spaceship silently jumped here, and then waited for a long time before jumping again. This action cycled five or six times before it finally reached its destination.

A wandering fleet among the stars, consisting of ships of various models and sizes, numbering no less than 10,000.

However, the surface of most warships is covered with marks and wounds. Some ship shells have faded, revealing the original color of the metal. Some ships even have huge dents on their sides, but they still move forward tenaciously in the starry sky.

The reason why it is called a wandering fleet is because there are a large number of civilian spaceships of different specifications wrapped in many battleships. These spaceships account for the majority.

Faint lights flickered in the portholes of each ship.

This small spaceship went straight, as if it had passed all the verifications, and headed straight for the largest flagship in the fleet.

The ship's hull was like a moving fortress, its huge engines sprayed out blue flames, and its surface was also covered with scars.

Leading from the cabin to the main channel, many staff in front of the platform track saw this small blue and white spacecraft. They couldn't help but smile sincerely on their faces. They stopped what they were doing and watched the spacecraft fall.

“The Blue Sky is back!

"Skywalker is back!"

"Clyde is back!"

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Even some staff members who were relatively close couldn't help but move towards it.

"Old Neil, go back to work!" Someone around him yelled with helplessness.

Old Neil grinned, missing a front tooth, and the wrinkles on his face were stacked together, "The last time I saw Clyde was three months ago—"

"Okay, okay -" the person in charge waved impatiently, but his eyes unconsciously looked towards the blue and white spaceship.

The cabin door has been opened, and the automatic stairs are connected to the ground. A figure steps out of it. He is a young man with shiny black hair.

Slightly curly and cascading down to the shoulders.

He has a resolute expression, deep brown-black pupils, and a smile on his face, possessing a natural sense of intimacy.

"Uncle Kohler, you are on duty today." Clyde looked at the middle-aged man who was preparing to inspect the spacecraft. He had a missing leg and replaced it with a mechanical leg. It made a creaking sound when he walked.

"You---remember my name?" Kohler, who had a beard on his face, trembled and his eyes turned red.

"Of course I remember. I remember it was the spacecraft you helped me inspect five months ago." Clyde smiled, and the old Kohler confirmed it, speechless.

With the help of several companions around me, I lowered my head and went to work.

"Then uncle won't be able to sleep at night..." A teasing voice came from behind, and the girl with short purple hair jumped out.

"Don't talk nonsense." Clyde seemed a little helpless, and several companions came out of the cabin with indifferent expressions.

Clyde greeted everyone along the way, calling everyone he met by name.

"Why don't you go back and report on your duties first?" Seeing Clyde heading towards the residential area, a gloomy-looking companion behind him hesitated.

"I promised the little devils that I will deliver the things to him as soon as I come back." Clyde turned around and said sincerely: "It will only take two or three minutes to take a slight detour."

The other party had no choice but to watch Clyde walk through the corridor and arrive at the living area, which was originally supposed to be a warehouse.

But now it has been converted into temporary housing, with metal houses stacked on top of each other.

Most of them were women, and they were repairing many faulty parts. Many half-year-old children were helping around, struggling to carry some parts, and they were sweating profusely from exhaustion.

"Clyde is here!" Someone with sharp eyes saw Clyde and shouted in surprise.

With a crash, a large number of young children ran over, their faces dirty, and the slightly older girls looked over shyly.

"Don't grab it--don't grab it--." Clyde didn't care, Dirty, cheerfully took out colored candies from the cloth bag behind him and stuffed them one by one to the children.

Several companions standing not far away exuded the aura of keeping strangers away, but even the gloomiest middle-aged man couldn't help but have an ugly smile on his face when he looked at Clyde who was surrounded.

"Are you Skywalker--Clyde?"

Suddenly, a withered hand from nowhere struck Clyde.

"You-" Clyde was stunned. His palm was covered with dense black symbols.

Looking along the palm that looked like dry tree bark, he saw a rickety old man, shrouded in a black robe.

"Ah--the big eater!" A child yelled and fled away.

Clyde, the Speechless, Big Eater, is a legendary weirdo in their civilization who preys on children.

"Excuse me." He was very polite and looked at the other person, but at the same time he was wary.

"Who are you!?" The companion behind him had already rushed up and shouted: "Take out your identity certificate!"

""-It really looks like it-" The old man raised his head and described the dry manuscript. There were various runes all over the wrinkled skin, and his entire eyes were black.

Clyde's heart was shocked, and he secretly poked hard, only to find that he couldn't break free. He was a B-class life form.

"I have a few words to say to you—" The other person ignored the others around him and stared directly at Clyde.

"Who the hell are you!" The gloomy middle-aged man blocked Clyde and shouted harshly.

"It's okay." Clyde pushed the middle-aged man away and signaled his companions to move away.

There was a stalemate for a moment at first, but the companions were still no match for him and could only push away vigilantly. Some people had already left quietly, obviously to inform higher-ups.

"Skywalker - Clyde, was born in the Hockol Federal Republic - the Ryder system. Three years ago, the dictatorial president asked you to pay a high tax of more than 30%. Your governor refused to pay, although he elaborated on the economy. situation, but it still resulted in a devastating blow.”

"Your father was the most loyal servant of the Governor, so he died in the battle. You people also began to wander with him. Two years ago, you emerged and were given the rumored title of Skywalker."

Clyde frowned slightly, "You're right - but -"

"I want to hear your ideas..." The old man's eyes were dark, but Clyde still felt a strong sense of scrutiny.

"My philosophy?" He was a little confused.

The old man continued: "What are you going to do now? Is it possible that you will continue to wander with these people?"

Clyde thought, "President James has become angry and resentful. Many people in the country are already dissatisfied with him. We have secretly contacted several governors to prepare for gradual resistance and overthrow his rule."

"Then, you come and sit in his place and wait a few hundred years for your descendants to exploit the descendants of your descendants again?" the old man added.