"This group of scum who eat nothing but corpses, for the sake of their own selfish interests, actually don't even care about the overall plan of the race."
"Congressman Zhang, please calm down. The Eight Meridians of Cultivation seem to be united, but in fact they all have their own plans. This is not just a day or two. It is good to pass a resolution."
After the dissolution of the parliament, Wang Xu and Zhang Qiming met, with helplessness in each other's eyes.
When the first cultivator was alive, the eight meridians of cultivation could not be united, let alone now.
You must know that the Eight Meridians of Cultivation come from the eight oldest families. These people themselves are masters of power. They are far away from each other, and there are gaps between them. It is difficult to use their strength together.
After each of them introduced a spokesperson and formed a ruling class, everyone became even more at odds with each other, and overt and covert fights emerged one after another.
The Cultivation Council is like a snake with eight heads. It draws together, divides, and isolates. The alliance always exists.
If something is good, you should support it; if it is not good, you will oppose it.
The world of adults is not that simple. Whether it is good or bad depends on whether the decision is in line with one's own interests.
If it is only beneficial to the ethnic group but not to yourself, it would be a shame to get support.
To use the simplest analogy, a factory has overcapacity and needs to reduce its burden by cutting expenses and encouraging employees to lay off.
As a factory employee, who would think that he would be the one to be reduced or relieved? Even if this decision is beneficial to the factory, only a few will support it.
Therefore, from the beginning to the end, Wang Xu never thought that Resolution No. 2 would be passed.
But he didn't expect that the number of opponents would reach two-thirds, close to three-quarters.
This was a proposal jointly promoted by the three branches of Flying Sword, Weapon Refining, and Corpse Training. It failed so miserably, which shows that there are layers of obstacles. Maybe there are different voices within the three branches.
"There is no doubt about the power of mechanical civilization, especially the fire source, which can actually give life to mechanical creations. The fire of wisdom of the entire mechanical civilization is all given by the fire source. Such a special ethnic group is simply unheard of.
The T30 Titan battleship you captured is just a new ship that has just come off the production line. It knows very little about the source of the fire, and it doesn't know much about the power within the group.
However, based on what little he knew, it was not difficult to deduce that the way mechanical civilization increased its strength was very different from that of the human race.
It takes at least a thousand years, or even tens of thousands of years, for a human monk to grow from scratch to the integration stage.
The mechanical race, however, only needs some precious ores and takes no more than three months to produce a sixth-level battleship.
Not to mention the Mahayana stage, the human race has not yet mastered the method to 100% advance to the Mahayana stage.
However, as long as the mechanical race has enough resources and consumes a certain amount of fire, they will definitely be able to spawn a Titan-class battleship. There is no comparison between the two sides.
A thousand Titan battleships will only be more, not less, and the parliament will suffer for its carelessness."
Zhang Qiming looked unwilling. The more he learned about the Titan battleship, the more he understood the meaning of mass production.
Mass production type means that as long as the resources are sufficient, there will be as many warships of this type as possible.
On the contrary, when a Mahayana monk is born in the human race, talent, hard work, opportunity, and background are all indispensable. Who do you think has greater war potential?
"I will return to the research department to speed up the research on Titan battleships, and strive to fully understand their technology as soon as possible and create our own advanced battleships. What about you, what are your plans?"
Zhang Qiming talked about his own affairs and couldn't help but ask Wang Xu.
Wang Xu sighed, he could not go back to the Anti-Corruption Bureau. Now that the war was about to begin, a department like the Anti-Corruption Bureau was not suitable for him.
"I may be transferred to the military headquarters. If the expeditionary force wants to expand, it will definitely form a new legion. I plan to seek the position of commander of a certain group army, or division commander." Wang Xu said his plan, and then
He said: "My strength is also on the verge of a breakthrough. It would be better if I could break through before the war."
"Are you sure?"
"It's no problem to transfer. With my current status, I am enough to serve as the commander of the group army or the position of division commander. As for the breakthrough, I can't say for the time being. The sixth and seventh levels are a big threshold. Give me a few hundred years and I will definitely be able to do so.
It would be a bit nervous to break through in a few decades."
Wang Xu himself is at a very high level. Breaking through to the seventh level is not just easy, it is at least much easier than others.
But this ease is relative. Wang Xu is not confident whether he can break through before the war breaks out. After all, whether to fight or not to fight depends on these decades.
"With your strength, once you break through to the seventh level, you will definitely have few opponents. Now that the war is coming, the air is filled with the smell of gunpowder. We need something inspiring."
When Zhang Qiming said this, he glanced at the parliament building behind him and said, "That's it for today. Let's get together when we have time."
"certainly!"
Wang Xu watched Zhang Qiming leave and waited until no one could be seen anymore before boarding a flying shuttle.
"How are things going?"
On the shuttle, Zhu Yan and Leng Han were sitting together, and when they saw Wang Xu coming up, they asked.
Wang Xu shook his head slightly and whispered: "As we analyzed, the power struggle in the parliament is too fierce. Don't expect them to unite before they suffer."
"It will be difficult to tell the direction of the war once we have suffered," Berlin said slowly. "The name Green comes from the protagonist of the Wizarding World. Old Long wanted to continue using it here, but everyone said that the name was too dramatic.
Let’s change it to Berlin in the future.”
"That's all we can do for the time being. We can't wake up people who are pretending to be asleep." Wang Xuying replied, and then asked: "Is your tribe okay?"
"It's very good. The ten planets assigned to us by the council are all beautiful. The Queen and the people are very happy. I lived in the Sky City before. Although the Sky City is good, it does not have the fragrance of earth after all. We elves are from the earth.
Children, we are very satisfied to get the land of ten planets." When Berlin mentioned his ethnic group, a smile appeared on his face.
"As long as you like it. Regarding your placement, the council racked their brains before and selected ten planets with lush forests and not far or near each other."
Wang Xu looked at the delighted Berlin, with a strange look in his eyes.
It has been two months since he returned to the world of cultivation. Although he has been dealing with government affairs, he has not forgotten to monitor Berlin.
Surveillance showed that after returning to human territory, the first thing Berlin did was to investigate an ordinary person named Xu Bolin who was born on the ancestral planet eight hundred years ago.
This man lived in the same era as Wang Xu and others. There are not many records. It is only noted that Xu Bailin's family died in a big explosion in a pill factory.
In addition to Xu Bolin, those who died were also his parents.
After the investigation, Berlin quickly went to the cemetery to pay homage in a secret way and laid flowers in front of Xu Berlin's family's cemetery.
The information Wang Xu received also stated that Berlin said a lot of things mysteriously after paying homage.
For example, he called Xu Bolin's parents "Mom and Dad" and told them to rest early, saying that he would live well.
And in front of the cemetery, he burned a photo of himself and Sylvia, and told Xu Bolin's parents that this was their daughter-in-law.
Wang Xu was very surprised by this. No wonder Berlin had mixed emotions when he saw a human for the first time. Could it be that in addition to his identity as the Elf son-in-law Berlin, he was also the human Xu Bolin who died eight hundred years ago?
Probably.
After Xu Bolin's death, he was reborn into the elves, probably because of some strange reasons, and became his son-in-law Bolin.
Of course, Wang Xu kept all this in mind and did not ask Berlin any questions.
Everyone has secrets that they don’t want others to know. Wang Xu has secrets, Berlin has secrets, everyone has secrets.
If Wang Xu remembered correctly, Xu Bolin still had a sister who was still alive. She was working as a clerk in the military department, and her name was Xu Yan.
Berlin had been wanting to contact her during this time, but unfortunately the place where Xu Yan worked was heavily guarded, and Berlin didn't want to go there with much fanfare, so this idea never came to fruition.
"Leng Han, Zhu Yan, Berlin, and Bai Menghan, who is obviously interested in receiving my invitation, my team is about to be established. Of course, the more geniuses, the better. No matter whether they serve in the group army in the future
Whether it’s a commander or a division commander, I can’t have anyone available to me. Well, let me think about which other genius I can use.”
Wang Xu tapped his fingers and thought to himself: "By the way, I almost forgot about Chen Yi. Eight hundred years have passed. This little guy should have grown up, right? I don't know if he can be used by me. His