"Now, the empire has encountered some difficulties... Although it is a bit difficult to talk about it, the imperial heroes trained by the empire have deliberately detonated class conflicts within the empire."

"Every political system has class contradictions, and our empire is actually one of the political systems that respects public opinion the most. In this regard, it is far better than the New Federation that implements policies of obscuring the people and controlling public opinion."

"When problems arise, we must solve them. The New Federation has become our biggest threat. The continuous bloodletting of the New Federation and the rapid decline of its national power are our most critical decisions currently to resolve internal and external conflicts."

"Today, your majesties and leaders are gathered here to discuss how to solve these problems."

The butcher knife began to slip.

Prince Kinov sighed deeply and said seriously:

"I believe you can understand the empire's difficulties, and our promise to you will never fail.

"First of all, you will get a contract that we tailor-made for each affiliated political system."

At the edge of the venue, two teams of hostesses stepped forward and placed metal contracts and special laser pointers in front of the emperors of the subject countries.

Many people hesitated for a moment before lowering their heads and reading carefully.

The whole banquet hall can be heard.

About thirty seconds later...

"impossible!"

A rich old man with gray hair shouted in a trembling voice:

"Does the empire not need us to continue to exist? We have always paid the full amount of annual silver to the empire! We still have 2.6 billion people! We...this can't be done!"

Someone spoke up, and other emperors spoke up one after another:

"This is too harsh!"

"When we faced the threat of insect waves, the empire did not help us, and now, the contract given by the empire requires us to hand over the ownership of all resources and industries... We are a vassal country, not a slave country!"

“Is the Empire’s move too radical?”

"Does it mean that we have no value in the empire's judgment?"

The banquet hall suddenly became filled with noisy discussions.

Some people groveled and begged the empire for mercy;

Someone pushed the contract to the ground, his expression full of coldness;

Some people tried to persuade the nobles of the empire to be more generous and leave some dignity and dignity to their country.

Revell sat in the corner and carefully watched the 'farce' in front of him, sighed slightly, and clinked glasses with his buddies next to him.

Several of their young nobles whispered:

"What if they don't sign?"

Revell smiled and said: "When doing business, you must pay the high price and pay the money on the spot. The empire will definitely reduce the space a little. If you ask for sixty at the beginning, they will have the same reaction. But if you ask for two hundred first, then you will have to pay back the money on the spot.

If it is lowered to sixty and promised that they and their heirs can enter the Sherman Empire and obtain some titles, most of them will happily accept it."

"It's basically this routine."

"These small countries are so sad."

"Look, look over there," Revell pointed to another corner.

There, Her Royal Highness Princess Lorna, who was dressed up to attend the banquet, stood up together with a group of deputy directors from the Foreign Affairs Bureau and walked towards the emperor of the vassal country they were responsible for.

With a relaxed and comfortable smile, Princess Lorna sat directly next to Edwang, who had been silent all this time, and spoke something in Edwang's ear in an intimate manner.

Revell raised his eyebrows slightly.

There is indeed something wrong with His Majesty Edwan.

He betrayed his country and the Luofeng Alliance?

If this is really the case, it would be... simply indescribable.

Under the spotlight, Princess Lorna whispered in Edwan's ear:

"The contract you got is the most demanding of them all. You know what to do, right?"

"Of course," 'Adwan' said with a chuckle, "Isn't the meaning of my existence just for now?"

Lorna smiled softly: "How about having a drink with me tonight? I'm very curious about you."

"Oh, this... we are different, Your Highness," 'Advant' frowned slightly and whispered, "We might as well talk about this contract. If I sign it, not only the Luofeng Empire will suffer huge consequences.

After attacking, the Luofeng Alliance will also become the empire's bag, right?"

"This is a piece of fat. If the empire can swallow it, it will gain the necessary energy to survive this crisis."

"But, implicating those innocent members of the Luofeng Alliance, isn't this too unkind?"

Lorna's pretty face was a little cold: "Set your position right, Edwan."

"Of course, oh, of course I will put my position in order and I will sign," 'Edwan' sighed in a low voice, "But I still feel... the people of the vassal country are inherently inferior to the people of the empire.

Or is it that, no matter it is a vassal country or an empire, the civilian class is equal, and everyone is livestock raised by the aristocracy? "

"It's pointless for you to think about these things," Lorna said softly, "Now, it's your turn to stand up and declare that you accept all conditions."

‘Adwang’ nodded.

He pursed his lips tightly and read the first few pages of the contract again, then smiled bitterly and stood up slowly.

“Does independence alone deserve the basic right to survival?”

He murmured and stood up slowly.

The fixed-point loudspeaker equipment has locked onto the mouth of 'Advant', and all eyes are looking at the emperor of the largest tributary country of the empire.

‘Edwang’ said: “I like…”

Buzz——

Ping ping ping!

The banquet hall was filled with harsh noises, and the sound of shattering crystal tableware was heard one after another.

‘Adwang’ looked surprised, he was the source of the noise.

He raised his hand and touched his face, and blood-red pieces of simulated flesh stuck to his fingers;

He looked down at his chest, where a mass of flesh and blood exploded, revealing the silver-white metal structure inside.

The hands and feet made of bionic materials were like melting wax figures, beginning to dissolve rapidly.

‘Adwang’ turned to look at Lorna and said in a trembling voice:

"I, what's wrong with me?"

Lorna's face turned pale and she ducked aside helplessly, fearing that she would be contaminated with dirt.

The entire banquet hall could hear a pin drop for a few seconds, but then there were screams. Seven emperors from the vassal states stood up in the same panic, and their bodies began to melt simultaneously.

In Law's thinking space, hundreds of clones in different costumes are busy behind imaginary consoles everywhere.

The main body of Ritsu curled his lips slightly and pressed the button in front of him.

The video of the body of 'Advant' suddenly melting away and exposing the mechanical body appeared simultaneously on the servers of the intelligence departments of major political institutions in the galaxy.

At the same time, the clones around Lu have started a series of operations.

The senior officials of the New Federal CIA have not finished watching this video. This video spread to the online world inside and outside the empire at an extremely fast speed through the channels of the subordinate agencies of the New Federal CIA.

This is their first wave of offensive.

Second update! There’s still time at 12 o’clock!
Chapter completed!