This is really not mechanical ascension-Chapter 812 - 421: Negotiating with the Tiger

"Death... penalty?" Shepherd’s expression wavered as he looked at the Mechanical Soul Divine Craftsman who had just relayed what Prince Costat had said, "Are you sure you didn’t misunderstand?"

It’s a question of little merit; errors could happen in translating the Empire’s dialect, but Prince Costat used spiritual fluctuations, making it impossible for any mistakes or omissions in meaning.

Yet the matter sounded utterly fantastical, leaving Barbaro with a changing expression; what madness had gripped the Empire, slapping itself only to hand the Azure Dragon a trophy?

Anduin furrowed his brows tightly, then suddenly felt a surge of spirit, muttering to himself: "No wonder there’s been a delay in public announcement, they were waiting for this event."

Some were lost in thought, others were angry and shocked, nearly causing the Creator Divine Craftsman’s carrier to be scrapped.

"As expected of you..." Levinbeck stood by the porthole, staring intently at the slightly damaged Mecha.

The officers and soldiers behind him were already in chaos, some even fell to the floor in shock, paralyzed, unable to stand for a while.

Meanwhile, the smarter ones lowered their hats and hurriedly left the command room.

"This time, you’ve won." Levinbeck took a deep breath, "But I won’t give up easily, teacher, there’s still a long time ahead."

Finally glancing at the scene, his gaze slid from the Mecha to Ryan, and Levinbeck’s body suddenly emitted thin wisps of smoke, accompanied by a "sizzling" sound.

His flesh and blood turned into mud, eventually evaporating into the air, leaving only a stack of clothes.

"The Empire turned into its own people?" Ulrich stared at the screen, and promptly the interstellar media conducting the live broadcast conveyed the message.

Even this old fox lost composure, his heart throbbing.

Originally, he thought that no matter how well he fought, in the end, the Empire would back Prince Ryan, only to find the Empire wasn’t there to support Prince Ryan at all.

Monroe let out a long breath, now they wouldn’t face the Empire’s pressure, and the Azure Dragon seemed to have quite a good relationship with the Empire.

Otherwise, there’s no reason for the Empire to share this credit with Azure Dragon.

Many hidden affairs remained unknown to them, causing them to marvel at Azure Dragon’s flawless conduct.

Feder’s heart pounded uncontrollably, like a large hand squeezing tightly then suddenly letting go, his face flushed with blood. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Compared to Robbin’s simple shock next to him, this matter impacted him more.

The Yitelan Civilization, as a direct participant, is at best a master of compromise, at worst, seeking survival in the cracks.

He feared post-war retribution, initially believing that regardless of the battle’s outcome, Azure Dragon’s influence wouldn’t reach the Northern Crown Star Ring.

The need to completely conceal things from Prince Ryan required other measures.

But at this moment, he understood what gap meant.

Azure Dragon directly resolved the issue at its root, and this Prince was stripped of his title and sentenced to death.

From this moment, their civilization was finally safe.

"Li Ming... Azure Dragon..." he muttered to himself.

The spectators were already shocked enough, let alone the parties involved.

Ryan’s pale face became flushed, veins bulging, features twisted, eyes seething with furious anger, glaring fiercely at Costate, a beast-like roar squeezed from his throat: "What does Adam want!?"

"Revoking my princely title and daring to sentence me to death? Who gave him the authority!?"

"The council has already passed this resolution; five-sixths of the senior councilors decided on it." Costate was expressionless, the enveloping bubble around them becoming slightly blurred.

More than five-sixths? Ryan’s face stiffened slightly; more than half of the Upper House councilors agreed?

"You should be very aware of what you’ve done, you’ve left us no room, and how could you expect us to give you any leeway?"

"You have disappointed us." Costate’s face showed no anger, only disappointment.

And this expression seemed to increase Ryan’s fury, panting heavily, "Who are you to point fingers at me, after all, it’s just killing some ants, stop here with the pretense."

"Don’t think I don’t know what Adam is up to, he just wants to use this against me, to attack the Upper House?"

Ryan shouted angrily: "Short-sighted! If I succeeded, any Federation, any Star Cluster Republic Alliance would have been trampled under the Empire’s feet!"

"But you didn’t succeed." Costate had a look of pity on his face, "You didn’t become a Holy Emperor because of this adherence to brute force."

"Even if you became the Ultimate Life Form, what could you govern? Would you go planet by planet to quell security wars?"

Finally, Costate’s voice sank, "More than half of the Upper House approved this decision, at such a critical moment, you handed over your handle, and still want to drag the Empire down, utterly foolish!"

"Courting death!" A flicker of blood appeared in Ryan’s eyes, as if he were about to make a move, Costate snorted coldly, showing no fear.

Li Ming then fulfilled his part of the bargain, quickly closing in.

With pressure from both sides, Ryan’s expression remained tense, but in the end, he sneered, "Well, well, you’ve actually cooperated with him, Adam... willing to do anything to achieve his goals."

He restrained his aura, realizing he stood no chance of turning the situation around under the two-man siege.

Buzz—Costate’s breastplate opened, and from within, a metal crystal flew to the back of Ryan’s neck, extending a metal spike over ten centimeters long, and piercing it in cruelly.

Ryan’s cheek twitched, his aura quickly diminishing, seemingly some kind of restraining measure.

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