My Right Hand Allows Me to Merge Thousands of Races-Chapter 122 - 101: War Approaches, Anti-Emperor Level Strategic Mecha!

Chapter 122: Chapter 101: War Approaches, Anti-Emperor Level Strategic Mecha!

Buzz~

Lu Xun’s consciousness was drawn into the memory world of this vampire.

This guy was 649 years old, with too many memories and too much information.

It took a full minute to finish reading it all.

He suddenly opened his eyes, shock plastered on his face, and couldn’t help but curse—

"Damn!!"

Wei’Er was right.

The wheels of war have already rolled in silently!

The ones eyeing the Human Race include not only the lingering Blood Race but also the Empire remnants.

As for the Empire, it’s a long story.

That history dates back over nine thousand years.

Conflicts are ubiquitous, and the Human Federation is no exception, especially at the higher levels, at one point, the internal factions were at odds due to differing political views, leading to serious infighting and power struggles.

The predecessor of the Empire is what used to be the extreme pro-war faction of the Human Federation.

During wartime, this faction’s behavior was relatively normal; under absolute external pressure, internal conflicts did not surface, and the factions united to resist foreign aggression.

But postwar, when peace returned and the Human Federation was rebuilding, the long-simmering conflicts between factions erupted.

Celestial Convergence has a periodicity, but the time intervals between events are irregular.

The interval between the first Celestial Convergence and the second was ten thousand years.

But between the second and third, it was only a brief two hundred years!

The Technology Side, though powerful, has one unsolvable fatal flaw — the "cost of war".

Other races only need people to have soldiers, and soldiers can fight.

But human strength relies on a vast military-industrial complex.

Mecha, drugs, heavy weapons, UFOs, robots, fighter jets, ammunition... all of these require resources for production.

A single shot in war can cost a fortune in Black Gold.

A world war often lasts decades, if not a century.

The resources and energy needed during such times are simply incalculable.

Many of humanity’s strategic-level weapons, to exhibit the power of Emperor, Catastrophe, Dominator, or even Mythical level, cannot rely on conventional energy sources like nuclear power alone.

Stronger special energies are necessary to activate the full power of these strategic weapons.

They are collectively known as "strategic energy".

"Strategic energy" is the lifeline of the Human Race.

Humans often accumulate it for thousands of years just to win a single decisive battle.

During the Third World War, humanity almost faced extinction because it happened just two hundred years after the last one ended.

Only two hundred years of preparation, and they were hurriedly thrust into conflict.

In that war, humans barely played a role, unable to even field a single Mythical-level mecha... if it weren’t for the strong allies, good luck, and the ability to hang on, humanity would have disappeared from this planet.

...Humans were so frightened they trembled, and whenever they recalled it, a chill ran through their hearts.

After that crisis, the Human Federation immediately wrote a crucial rule into the highest laws of the Human Alliance postwar.

That rule was "Outside of comprehensive wartime, except under special circumstances, no warzone, no state, nor any Self-looping City is allowed to use strategic resource reserves" resolutely.

Humanity’s strategic objective also shifted from "building strength in silence, sharpening weapons, ready to face the next world war at any moment" to "...prepared to face multiple wars".

One accumulation during peacetime can sustain multiple world wars.

Conventional weapons and resources are usable, but strategic energy must be preserved.

"Though the nation is large, a fondness for war will bring doom; though the world is at peace, forgetting war will bring danger," this great truth is understood by all.

But alas, this is the tragedy of short-lived species.

Postwar, thousands of years of peaceful time slowly passed, generations of humans were born on this tranquil land, and the war’s witnesses had long since become dust.

After such a long period of peace, respect and vigilance towards world wars weakened over time until they vanished altogether for many.

Can the ancestors’ laws not be changed?

Joking, the ancestors are all dead. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

If descendants want change, who can stop them?

The predecessor of the Empire, the extreme pro-war faction of the Human Federation, intended to preemptively use "strategic energy reserves" during peacetime to sweep across the world, unite the globe, and seize all rift resources worldwide.

The Other Races are barbarians, only our Human Race should reign supreme.

What? You say Celestial Convergence could happen any second? Strategic energy can’t be touched?

That’s impossible!

Nothing’s happened for thousands of years, and you think it would arrive just because we act? Don’t worry~ it won’t be that coincidental, our ancestors’ thinking was too conservative, too outdated, we ought to reform and innovate, inaugurate a new era for the Human Race!

Incredibly, the pro-war faction indeed had a good amount of fervent supporters.

Because at the time, the Human Race was incredibly strong, following the Third World War, Human Federation technology saw several breakthroughs, coupled with over six thousand years of strategic resources accumulation, if they unleashed their full power, there would hardly be a formidable opponent globally.

Besides... it’s been over six thousand years without a war, doesn’t your hand itch? Doesn’t your heart itch?

Ordinary people may not itch.

But the ambitious do.

With itched hands and an itchy heart, they’re itchy to death!

Power causes inflation.

The "Empire" emerged, intending to bind all of humanity to its war chariot, to march globally, to grow big and strong.

Fortunately, more people were rational, and believed in the wisdom of their ancestors.

Thus, before the global conquest even commenced, the internal conflict had erupted and concluded within just a year.

The extreme pro-war faction was utterly defeated.

The Empire remnants tucked their tails and fled from the Human Federation, hiding in the Rift World.

The Rift World is vast and secretive, akin to a mousehole, making it difficult to locate.

The Empire remnants survived in hiding until now, over nine thousand years later, still not daring to stir up trouble, living like a stray dog.

Now, the Empire remnants have not only resurfaced but have also allied with the lingering Blood Race, plotting against the Human Federation.

This revelation left Lu Xun utterly shocked.

The Empire is a stray dog, the Blood Race is also a stray dog.

Two stray dogs combined... still can’t become a ferocious tiger.

Who gave them the audacity to come out and bark?

Hmm, don’t say it, these two stray dogs might have really found a new master.

According to this Special-Level Vampire’s memory, Lu Xun learned many secrets.

The Empire and the Blood Race have received substantial support from a mysterious force.

Which mysterious force is it specifically? It’s actually quite easy to guess.

Looking across the entire planet, there are no more than three Strong Races that dare to aim their sword at the Human Federation.

Races that don’t make it into the world’s top ten are just small fry; the Human Federation doesn’t need to use strategic resources and can crush them with conventional force.

But those who make it into the top ten are formidable Strong Races not to be underestimated.

The most likely troublemaker is the Feather God Race, ranked second in the world in race strength.

This race only descended upon Blue Star during the last Celestial Convergence and is said to have ancient Celestial God bloodlines, with unmatched individual strength and natural advantages comparable to the past dominant Dragon Race.

They have not allied with any forces and have survived the Fifth World War solely on their own race’s strength.

The Feather God Race is a world giant dominating one side, having resided on Blue Star for over four thousand years, and has always had conflicts of interest with the Human Federation and its allies, making it a potential strong enemy.

However, war is unbeneficial to anyone, so in the past four thousand years, at most some localized small conflicts have occurred, without truly tearing the face.

Now, the remnants of the Empire and Blood Race have united to cause trouble for the Human Federation, and it’s highly possible that this is backed by the Feather God Race.

Lu Xun immediately thought of five words: Proxy War.

The enemy’s goal isn’t to exterminate the Human Race... after all, even if the Feather God Race intervened personally, they couldn’t do it.

Rather, they intend to use these two defeated strays to deplete the Human Federation’s strategic resource reserves as much as possible, weakening humanity’s wartime strength.

The Feather God Race watches as the enemy develops and progresses, becoming stronger each day, and it’s hard for them to accept!

So they definitely intend to stir things up.

By supporting the Empire and the Blood Race, they aim to drag the Human Federation into the quagmire of war.

Even if they can’t weaken them, they can slow the Human Federation’s growth rate.

Even if they can’t slow it down much, they want to disgust them to death.

There’s a 90% possibility that the mastermind is indeed the Feather God Race.

Lu Xun originally wasn’t very interested in the games between such Strong Races.

But now, the situation is different.

Those two dogs also set their sights on Jinghai City.

The enemy put in so much effort to plot an Elf Smuggling Case, and the real purpose was to have Vampire spies infiltrate the inside of Jinghai City.

This concerned himself and even his family, so Lu Xun couldn’t not take it seriously.

In the face of war, how fragile is life?

The Human Federation is powerful, but with a vast territory and countless cities.

Jinghai is merely a newly promoted level-two Self-looping City.

If the enemy can’t handle the big cities, can they not handle this small broken city?

The mission of the Vampire spies is to find the "Commander-in-Chief" of the "Giant Hero" in Jinghai City.

The "Giant Hero" is a strategic weapon underground in Jinghai City—a Anti-Emperor Level Strategic Mecha!

Even at its lowest power state, it can deal with Emperor Tier One strong enemies, and at its highest power, it can even kill an Emperor Peak Level Ultimate Life Form.

Jinghai City has accumulated strategic energy for the "Giant Hero" for over four hundred years.

According to the highest law of the Human Federation, this strategic weapon is absolutely not allowed to be used in advance unless in special circumstances, and to be preserved for use in the next Celestial Convergence, during a world war.

The "special circumstances" here refer to encountering a city-destroying crisis, and if this crisis could result in over 50% of the city’s inhabitants’ deaths, then "Giant Hero" can be activated early.

The "Commander-in-Chief" is the pilot of the Emperor Mecha.

Due to the Mecha’s strength, and the relatively weak individual power of humans.

The average person can’t handle the "Giant Hero"; the brain can’t bear such terrifying neural load, and the physical body can’t withstand the extreme pressure it exerts.

This makes Commanders-in-Chief very rare and precious.

No one in Jinghai City knows who the Commander-in-Chief is, not even the City Lord.

He (or she) shoulders the mission, hidden among the crowd, their identity a mystery.

They could be a small vendor on the street, a teacher in a school, or even an ordinary old man walking in a park...

For four thousand years, generation after generation of Commanders-in-Chief have come to Jinghai, living, aging here, waiting for the call of their mission.

But throughout their lives, they never have the chance to enter the cockpit of the "Giant Hero".

They silently guard this city, and the six million people within it.

But the question arises.

Even if humans themselves can’t find the Commander-in-Chief, what use is it for the Vampire spies to come?

It’s like searching for a needle in a haystack, a futile effort.

Lu Xun felt puzzled.

Unfortunately, the vampire he just killed didn’t know much either.

And the war isn’t coming immediately.

Their primary goal in sneaking in is to first establish a foothold, disguise themselves as humans, obtain legal identities, nestle in, and wait for further instructions.

The enemy wouldn’t shoot without a target.

They might genuinely have a way to find the current generation’s Commander-in-Chief in Jinghai City.

Humans are too fragile, which is an indisputable fact.

Once the Commander-in-Chief is assassinated, the Emperor Mecha is rendered useless.

The six million people of Jinghai would then be at the mercy of others, slaughtered to extinction.

Lu Xun wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen.

Once the war breaks out, Jinghai City, situated on the frontier, will bear the brunt, becoming the frontline.

He was born here, faces countless challenges in changing his domicile, and can’t take his family to another Self-looping City, hiding in the rear to avoid the war.

Nor can he entrust himself and his family’s lives entirely to the City Defense Iron Guard Army.

... Then he could only kill these spies.

Kill one if one comes, kill the whole lot if they all come!

As long as the enemy can’t find the Commander-in-Chief, Jinghai City has Emperor Level combat power, and no one dares to act rashly.

"... A total of twenty-nine spies infiltrated the city, I just killed one, twenty-eight remain."

Lu Xun murmured to himself, eyes flashing with cold, icy light.