My Right Hand Allows Me to Merge Thousands of Races-Chapter 155 - 115: Blood Race and Empire, Setting Out for the Naga Race

Chapter 155: Chapter 115: Blood Race and Empire, Setting Out for the Naga Race

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Some isolated rift world.

The sky here is red, the fiery clouds like blood; the barren earth is full of ravines.

The environment is harsh, with no grass growing, filled with a dead air.

At the peak of a steep mountain, there stands a towering ancient castle, majestic and old, its walls covered in moss, marked with blotches, and everywhere are the cracks left by time.

Whoosh~

Crows and bats flutter their wings, rising in flocks.

Inside the solemn castle hall.

Two groups of people with distinctly different styles of dress are seated on either side of a long table, discussing matters.

The people on the left side of the long table are all dressed in neatly pressed military uniforms, covered in silver classical armor. Their exposed skin surfaces show many mechanical structures, with obvious traces of prosthetic implants.

On the right side of the long table are a few humanoid creatures dressed in luxurious ancient robes, aristocratic attire, with pale, bloodless skin. Their eyes are blood-colored, and sharp fangs protrude from their lips.

Evidently the high-level figures of the Empire and the Blood Race.

"They’ve spoken, urging us to act quickly; they’re almost out of patience." said a vampire in a deep voice, its face youthful and handsome, yet its voice was unusually old.

"We’ve only prepared for a few decades; they’re too impatient. Do they want to see a good show that urgently?" Directly opposite the vampire, an Imperial General frowned, "The layout is not complete yet. If we act now, the odds are not great; we need to wait for the right timing."

"Odds?" A Blood Race Prince sneered, "Even if they act personally, they can’t handle the Human Federation. They don’t expect us to have any odds... You don’t really think you remnants of the Empire can rise up with this opportunity and replace the Human Federation, do you? Foolish dreams."

"Prince, I advise you to speak cautiously." The Imperial General’s face darkened, affirming resolutely, "The Empire is the true lineage of the Human Race. We have unwavering faith and will certainly rise again, reclaiming everything we lost from the Human Federation! Please do not profane our great belief."

"True lineage of the Human Race? Fine, whatever you think it is."

The Blood Race Prince waved his hand, somewhat disinterested, tired of arguing with these fanatics of the Empire.

Even though the Empire was beaten by the Human Federation and lost, they still held their heads high, claiming to be the true lineage of the Human Race? Shameless.

Though the Blood Race itself was in a dire state, it shouldn’t mock them for that, but the Empire’s mysterious confidence and conceit truly baffled them.

It’s like them being bad players in a game and yet loving to play, losing but still refusing to accept defeat, their whole body battered, except they still have hard mouths... Completely lacking self-awareness.

Of course, since both sides are "business" partners now, it’s best to hold their tongues and not hurt the relationship.

Contrarily, for the Empire’s "sky-high" ego, the Blood Race, as allies, should not ridicule, but rather commend—

Great, very spirited!

"In short, the Feather God Race lords don’t want to wait anymore. They’ve poured countless efforts, providing us with massive weapons, resources, equipment, military funds... The lords want to see immediate returns on their investment."

"We also can’t eat without doing anything; we have to show some performance, right?"

The Blood Race Prince’s blood-red pupils scanned the Imperial generals and said in a deep voice, "Although the layout is not complete, it doesn’t stop us from warming up a bit, making some noise, giving them reassurance."

Upon hearing this, the Imperial generals whispered among themselves, discussing for a while.

Then the leading general nodded, his expression serious, and said:

"A small test, that is possible, but it must not affect our final strategic layout."

Transforming from a stray dog to a domestic one, this is the drawback.

If you want to achieve ultimate victory, strategies and layouts are secondary; the key is, you have to find a way to please the "big boss" behind, as this is the foundation of everything, the sponsorship must not be interrupted.

Nor can they blame the sponsors for being overly worried or rash and impatient.

After all, they have poured so many resources into it, and after over a decade, not even a small ripple has emerged.

Don’t ask; if you ask, they are "preparing" "accumulating, do not worry" "gathering, about to explode" "continue accumulating, do not disturb"...

In short, to deal with their enemies, the Feather God Race specially raised two dogs, feeding them meat buns every day, yet the dogs just wagged their tails, occasionally barked twice, and never bit anyone.

The sponsors couldn’t help but think more.

So, even though neither the Empire nor the Blood Race are willing to act prematurely, small impatience will spoil great plans, but this time they had no choice.

The Feather God Race’s patience is running low, and unlike before, wagging tails and barking twice won’t pacify them.

They have already issued the final ultimatum, ordering them to act swiftly, and have even set a clear performance target—twenty million.

Not much, considering the Human Federation’s population of nearly seven billion.

Slaughtering a few small cities would meet the target.

The Empire and the Blood Race have eaten so many meat buns, not for free, have grown muscles, with strong troops, taking down a few small cities isn’t difficult, but they fear losing the big game over small gains and ruining the strategic layout.

"Raising troops for a thousand days, using them for a moment, the first battle must be beautiful, and we must deliver results." The Blood Race Prince reminded them sternly, "We have to let the Feather God Race lords see return on their investment, or else the consequences..."

The consequence wasn’t stated.

But the Imperial generals understood.

Having eaten so many meat buns, if the first battle results in a miserable defeat and the Feather God Race’s investment yields no result, they will inevitably be enraged.

If the dog’s performance is too disappointing, will they still be in the mood to feed the dog?

...Feed a dick, just kill the dog and make dog meat hot pot instead!

"Then let’s discuss it, where is the best entry point?"

"In the Human Federation’s over two hundred self-looping cities, all have our spies, but the Commander-in-Chief is hard to find. Why not choose one or two small Level 1 or 2 cities and take them by force?" suggested the Blood Race Prince.

"No, even the smallest city in the Human Federation has Anti-Emperor Level Strategic Mecha, the cost of a strong attack is too high." The Imperial General shook his head, "We must seize them cleverly, if we find the Commander-in-Chief, we can take a city without bloodshed."

"You’re oversimplifying it; if the Commander-in-Chief were that easy to find, the Human Federation would have been wiped out long ago!"

"Use your brain more, a way is always more than difficulties... It seems you Blood Race don’t like to think much? I’m curious, do you often feel your brains are redundant?"

"Hmph!"

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Jinghai City, North Gate Airport.

Early morning.

A taxi arrived, stopping by the roadside outside the airport.

The car door opened, and Lu Xun got out, opened the trunk, and took out his luggage.

Then he dragged his suitcase and walked inside.

"We’re over here, Xiao Lu!" Not far away, Ding Xuezhu stood on her tiptoes, waving her hand and shouting loudly to Lu Xun.

They hadn’t seen each other for a while, and she had changed into a pure white professional outfit for women. She was dressed meticulously, not flashy but simple and capable, with a sexy figure, beautiful and elegant, exuding great charisma.

She was not alone.

More than a dozen people, whom Lu Xun had never met before, were gathered around. There were men and women, all dressed very formally.

"Sorry, I’m late." Lu Xun said as he walked over with his suitcase, then turned and greeted the others with a simple wave of his hand.

"It’s okay, not everyone is here yet, just wait a little while."

Ding Xuezhu gestured to the group behind her, and two people immediately stepped forward, took Lu Xun’s suitcase, and went to handle the check-in procedures.

"Only a few of us from Jinghai City?" Lu Xun asked curiously.

This dig site project had a significant investment from Treasure Pavilion, and it was said that the archaeological exploration team alone consisted of two to three hundred people.

Once Lu Xun and the others finished exploring, a construction team of over a thousand people would follow up.

The exploration team was composed of dozens of technical personnel.

Including underwater explorers, lifeguards, archaeologists, marine biologists, submarine pilots, neural network engineers, robot operators... and combat personnel.

The composition was quite complex.

To ensure efficiency and safety in the pioneering work, Treasure Pavilion Headquarters specially selected the elites of the elites to form the exploration team.

From Jinghai City, including Lu Xun and Ding Xuezhu, there were a total of 18 people.

The rest of the exploration team members would depart from all over the world on their own and gather in an ocean city to join the Naga tribe.

Ding Xuezhu was the leader and the highest commander of the exploration team.

... The background of this young lady is indeed formidable.

A multi-billion-dollar project entrusted to her by Treasure Pavilion Headquarters shows its trust in her.

In less than a few minutes, another member arrived at the airport.

To Lu Xun’s shock... he knew this person!

Standing two meters tall, robust and muscular, with a resolute face, walking like the wind, exuding a small behemoth aura.

"Hello, Leader Ding, I’m Zhang Xinghai." He said very politely.

"Mm-hmm, welcome Mr. Zhang to join us." Ding Xuezhu responded equally politely and respectfully, "Please wait a moment, two more people have yet to arrive."

"Okay."

Zhang Xinghai was not much of a talker, and after the greeting, he stood alone on the side, expressionless, with sharp eyes, putting on quite an attitude.

Seeing this, Lu Xun couldn’t help but twitch his mouth wildly.

This was too unexpected.

Damn it, so the "daily salary of a million" business Zhang Xinghai mentioned before turned out to be this Treasure Pavilion exploration team?

He even wanted to recommend his "War Ghost" brothers to Ding Xuezhu for them to get rich together?

Such a serendipitous encounter.

Zhang Xinghai had traded the "Truth Stick" with Lu Xun for a "Space-Time Observer Type IV" central nervous system implant, which should already be in his brain.

Combined with the "War Ghost Type 8" spine, his strength should definitely be at the Special-Level Peak now.

Thinking about this, Lu Xun couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly, feeling a sense of superiority rising in his heart.

A little over a month ago, when they fought side by side in Xu Tanqing’s headquarters building, they were both of the same realm, Special Level Tier Six.

But now, while Zhang Xinghai is still at the Special Level, Lu Xun has already reached Lord Tier Eight!

The contrast was clear, showing the gap.

Lu Xun was secretly thrilled by it.

Zhang Xinghai was one of the combat personnel heavily hired by Treasure Pavilion to protect the exploration team.

His resume indeed matched the salary and treatment he received.

Of course, he did not recognize Lu Xun in his normal form, nor did he know his "War Ghost" brothers, who were right beside him at this moment.

Lu Xun had no intention of revealing himself to Zhang Xinghai, as there was no need for it.

Everyone would finish the task diligently, make a fortune together, and then go their separate ways home.

Better not to stir up any unnecessary trouble.

After waiting for another ten minutes,

everyone finally arrived, with no lateness or absences.

There were a total of eighteen people, ten combat personnel, and eight technical personnel.

"Everyone’s here, let’s go!" Ding Xuezhu waved her small hand and announced, "First, we head to the Naga tribe, where we’ll join the main forces."

"Let’s go, let’s get it started."

"I can’t wait any longer!"

"It’s said that in the ocean city of the Naga tribe, beast-eared girls can be seen everywhere, and there’s even a succubus br..."

"Shh! Brother, keep it down, add me as a friend and we can talk more privately."

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The group, filled with fighting spirit, boarded the flight to the Naga tribe.

Roar!

The plane engines roared, spraying thick streams of azure particles, taking off vertically, then "whoosh" soared into the sky, accelerating to Mach 20 in a second, and vanished in the blink of an eye.