Time went back to ten minutes ago.
"What's going on?" Mobius lifted the curtains and alarms kept ringing outside the window. As the President of the Federation, he naturally knew what this alarm meant. It was the alarm of an attack on the space defense line. Under the curtain of night outside the window, dots of flickering fluorescent light streaked across the sky and disappeared into the thick clouds. The Federation's starship fleet was taking off. In terms of quantity, the fleet that had taken off was no less than a division.
In Mobius's impression, such a situation had never occurred before.
At this moment, the door was rudely kicked open and Alstair ran in with a pale expression. "Not good, I just received news. The Ring of Dawn was attacked. It was the fleet of the Nelms. They somehow bypassed the interstellar defense line and opened a spatial passageway near the Ring of Dawn. The White House is holding an emergency meeting, but the imposter seems to have disappeared and can't be found anywhere. "Without the permission of the President, even if the Senate activates the emergency agreement, Babylon's weapon system will not be able to be activated …"
"Who says there's no president?" Mobius opened the wardrobe and took out a straight military uniform. "Am I not?"
"What do you mean?" Alstair took a deep breath and said, "Are you going to come back in this situation?"
"What, do you have a better suggestion?" Mobius said as he changed his clothes, "You were going to visit them secretly at the meeting of nobles today, but didn't they cancel the meeting? Now is a better opportunity. If I appear and activate the weapon system while the imposter is away, what else can prove that I am the real Mobius? The real President of the Federation! "
"But …"
"There's no time to hesitate, old friend." Mobius buttoned the last button and said, "Listen to the alarm outside. If we hesitate any longer, we'll be fine. If we hesitate any longer, then the losses could be thousands of soldiers, or even the entire planet! "
"Even if it's risky, we have to gamble on it."
Alstair looked at him and finally nodded.
Ten minutes later, they were already standing in the White House. Things went unexpectedly smoothly. Alan still hadn't appeared, and Mobius's timing couldn't have been better. If everything went well, he would return to the position of president without anyone knowing. However, the mess left behind by Alan would have to be cleaned up by Mobius.
Under Mobius's orders, the Federation's emergency protocol was immediately activated. All strategic supplies were prioritized for this war, and all armies from Babylon to the surface were in a state of emergency. At this time, no matter which army it was, they had to listen to the orders of the Federation Army. At this moment of life and death, all the combat power was in the hands of the Federation.
A minute later, the residents of the floating island, who had been awakened by the alarm, received a new notification. They had to leave their homes within one minute and follow the instructions of the military at the scene to head to the shelter, especially the residents and businesses near Golden Wing Street and Aurora Square. They had to leave unconditionally. If they didn't leave within the time limit, they would have to bear the consequences themselves.
After the notice was issued, the entire city of Babylon was filled with flustered expressions. These people who considered themselves nobles were at a loss like helpless lambs at this moment, allowing the nearby troops to take them away one cart at a time. Very quickly, Golden Wing Street and the plaza were the first to be cleared. After the army withdrew, the streets began to tremble. Aurora Square gradually rose, and at the bottom of the square, one could see that there was actually a huge metal round platform. The metal pedestal began to flip, and the entire plaza, including the commemorative sculptures, followed the pedestal into the ground. The plaza turned underground, but a huge turret rose to the ground. In front of the turret, the ground of Golden Wing Street first sank, then split apart. The streets resounded with the sound of hydraulic machines working, and brackets rose from beneath the open streets. Each bracket supported a section of the cannon body. When the bracket reached the specified height, it slid back in the direction of the plaza, and several barrels were quickly combined with the turret.
This was the strongest weapon in Babylon, the Magic Energy Magnetic Rail Cannon called "Gunnier". Designed by the weapons experts who had participated in the design of Babylon, it was technically inferior to the Doomsday Cannon of the Light Concealment Society due to the limitations of the times and technology. However, it was clear that this Gunnier Cannon was far larger than the Doomsday Cannon. Just the barrel, which was about half the length of Golden Wing Street, was daunting.
Apart from the magnetic rail cannon, the buildings on Babylon were constantly flipping, replaced by weapon platforms. There were everything from energy-type cannons to physical warheads. For a moment, Babylon was like a well-dressed noble girl, turning around and turning into a fully armed Knight!
After activating the floating island's weapons system, Mobius held a video conference with the heads of several large clans, including the three great clans and Bescot. The content of the meeting was naturally to use the power of the nobles to participate in the battle, but the process was not smooth.
"Mr. President, it's already come to this. I don't think there's any need for us to hide anything anymore. We all know that you're not the real Mobius, and we believe that you were the one who attacked Mr. Roddy during the day. At this moment, the Nelm fleet has already arrived at your doorstep. If you don't make some deals with those aliens, we won't believe you even if you beat us to death. "
The William family's patriarch, Wallace, narrowed his eyes and said, "But at this time, you want to contribute with us nobles. I don't know how to trust you to hand over those young children of the family to you."
This was exactly what the other Patriarchs were worried about.
Originally, at this time, even though the two sides had been at loggerheads before, they should now let bygones be bygones and work closely together. However, because of their identities, these Patriarchs would naturally not easily hand over the power in their hands.
Mobius nodded and said, "I know exactly what the impostor did, but I have to tell you that he's not here right now. I'm the one talking to you right now, Mobius, the real President of the Federation! "
"Is the activated weapon system not enough to prove this?"
Warren said on behalf of the other Patriarchs, "Mr. President, I think you know. The weapon system is activated by fingerprints, and now we have ways to copy fingerprints, if we have the heart. "
"Gentlemen, you are really cautious." Mobius sighed and stood up. "At this time, I'm not afraid to admit that I pushed Bescot into the limelight in order to deal with you all, using this to cause internal strife among your nobles. In order to perfect this plan, I even personally attacked Mr. Horn on the night that Mr. Horn went to the surface to have a showdown with Old Baker. "
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