There was no propaganda media in the Old Empire. In other words, the Traditional Shiring Apostles did not understand what public opinion was, let alone what it meant to be guided by the people. Their special life form did not require any motivational behavior from the beginning of their birth, nor did they need freedom of speech. For a Traditional Shiring Apostles, their understanding of propaganda media was limited to a form of communication with a wider range.
Therefore, in the Old Empire era, the Shiring Apostles never thought of controlling the minds of the ordinary races when they ruled, let alone building "spiritual power". They used simple orders to convey their intentions, and then used guns and supervision teams to ensure that every servant rushed to the battlefield. Therefore, when the Old Empire collapsed, all the vassal races fell apart.
Of course, Sandora had already realized this problem. Since she saw the great success we achieved in using technology and religion to control the minds of all the people in the New Eden Federation, she could now take the initiative to think about the importance of ideological domination of the vassal civilizations.
Since the Mobrador civilization did not have long-range observation technology, they had no way of understanding the war that had spread throughout the entire universe. Even if the psionic flames on the battlefield hundreds of light years away had burned the stars to ashes, they would not know what had happened in their lifetime. Therefore, Sandora ordered a large number of propaganda facilities to be placed in all the populated areas of the three main planets of Mobrador, including holographic projections covering the entire city sky, interactive war propaganda walls on every street, and XLTV at 7: 30 p.m. every day. Pandora applied for five minutes to play her recruitment advertisement, and the rest were battlefield images without commentary, showing the real and cruel universe to the Mobradorians.
These things were built more than ten days ago, and the two days of war on the front line provided excellent and rich material. They could make some Mobradorians who still had the idea of being lucky fully realize that the sky in their eyes was still calm, but in fact, it was about to be burned into a piece of black slag.
Sandora felt that this could, to a certain extent, make the Mobradorians get used to the war and the accompanying fear. Her Majesty the Queen was a little stubborn in this regard. She did not realize how much trouble her behavior had caused to the Holy Pope. Sandora's logic seemed to be like this: As long as they are not scared to death, they should get used to being scared more.
I call it collapse therapy.
However, the overwhelming propaganda seemed to be effective. According to Zaku, who had returned to the main planet of Mobrador, the civilians had gradually become numb from the initial panic. The atmosphere of war that we had spread had allowed the civilians to experience the fear that could only be experienced on the battlefield. Apart from a few riots and bloodshed at the beginning, everything was gradually under control. The civilians were returning to their jobs because they finally realized how terrible it was to starve to death before being killed by the cannons of the battleships. The civilians on the streets occasionally discussed the battles in outer space, although no one dared to respond to Pandora's call for conscription. (I reckon that Pandora will never be able to enlist soldiers through television in this lifetime. Do you think that people who are curled up on the sofa watching television at 7: 30 at night would be able to handle the firearms of the Empire?) But at least ordinary people would no longer drown themselves in prayer to numb themselves. The Pope was also sparing no effort in providing public opinion, trying to hypnotize and mold the Mobrador civilization into a race that could bravely move forward in the midst of war. We have reservations about his efforts.
When the Avengers broke through our space fortresses one by one and the enemy's battleships gradually advanced and merged into an unstoppable force, the Celestial System Fleet finally entered this world. Gaia had found something on him that could speed up the teleportation process. So, we welcomed the super fleet that was several times larger than the Mobrador system an hour and a half earlier.
In charge of guiding work was an outpost more than a dozen light years away (a customary name. In fact, as the scale of the battlefield continued to expand, it was now within the perimeter). A large number of Xi Ling mainframes had set up a giant beacon system and something that could barely be called the World Gate. Of course, while the latter had the word 'gate' in its name, it was not as big as the Celestial System Fleet. It was just like the word 'Wen X' in "Wen X". Strictly speaking, its function was similar to an information amplifier, used to enhance the signal of the beacon and ensure that when the fleet jumped into this world, it would not be dislocated due to the unprecedented amount of information it contained. The Celestial System Fleet itself had a device to jump between worlds. All it needed was a sufficiently powerful beacon, and in the past few days, we had been desperately building and charging the largest beacon in history.
The first thing that appeared in the range of observation was the psionic death star. The stellar warship that was surging with dazzling blue radiance tore through the space of billions of kilometers nearby. At the beginning of the teleportation, before its body even entered this world, it had vaporized all the nearby interstellar dust clouds, and only then did it emerge from the deep darkness like a ghost (a ghost that was really huge). According to the observation of a sentry station that was 0.5 astronomical units away from the psionic death star, the horrifying behemoth had turned almost all celestial bodies within dozens of astronomical units into gaseous states. Two minutes after the Psionic Death Star was in position, the thirty planetary warships that served as the escort formation finally appeared in the field of vision of the outpost. What was very ingenious was that these planetary warships had actually been teleported here together with the Psionic Death Star. They were all hidden under the Psionic Death Star's corona and chromosphere, mounted between the photosphere and chromosphere. Although the psionic reaction on the photosphere was even more dangerous than the muzzle of the Galaxy's main cannon, Tawil had improved the control mechanism of the Psionic Death Star based on his experience of simulating Icetis's Holy Light. He had also designed a controllable "cavitation" structure that could appear anywhere on the Psionic Death Star except for the core control system. Inside the cavitation was an incredible psionic vacuum zone. Apart from the intense sunlight, it was also a very comfortable hangar. Thus, our Psionic Death Star Fortress came with the ability to mount.
Now, the Psionic Death Star Fleet had evolved from slowly moving around the solar system to having basic mobile combat capabilities. The new "cavitation" structure of the Psionic Death Star Fleet could accommodate planetary warships that were three times the size of Earth. Meanwhile, our largest planetary warship was only about twice the size of Earth. By storing all of the escort starships in the "cavitation", the Psionic Death Star Fleet would be able to jump into or escape the battlefield two or three times faster than before. This was a crazy and shameless idea. I salute Tawil and her sensational research team.
"The Psionic Death Star Fleet is expanding. All escort starships will be in position in thirty minutes."
General City's mainframe reported the latest situation of the Psionic Death Star Fleet. This had now become the highest priority. Even the battle reports from various places had been temporarily lowered by one level. Actually, after the Astral System's fleet appeared, the fires of war all over the world came to an abrupt end as expected. The Vengeance Army's intelligence gathering department was far sharper than we had imagined. They almost instantly discovered the psionic death stars, and then made the wise decision to temporarily retreat.
The holographic projection showed massive stellar warships that surged in blue radiance. Against that blinding blue background, small black dots gradually appeared. They were planetary warships, and countless Empire warships and civilization maintenance fleets were docked on the planetary warships' surface and near-earth orbit. They were also the planetary warships' escorts … To be honest, I felt that the Psionic Death Star Fleet was a little like a porcelain doll. Look, the death star was the flagship, its escorts were planetary warships, and the planetary warships were the flagships of the second-class fleets. Its escorts were the Eternal-class Motherships and civilization fleets, while the Eternal-class Motherships were the flagships of the third-class fleets. They were escorted by a large group of expeditionary and frontier warships, while the civilization fleets were even more of a mess. Even now, the Unified Command Department had yet to completely organize their ships.
If such a huge and complicated super fleet was given to an ordinary civilization, no matter how excellent that civilization was, it would not be able to use it at all. It was so complicated that it could not be commanded at all, and the number of combat units that had to be mobilized in every move was enough to make the best commander team collapse. Apart from everything else, did you know how many orders were needed to safely release the planetary battleships and motherships in its' bubble 'while maintaining its high-speed rotation?
It was enough to circle the sun once with a five-point font.
To control the war machine that was the epitome of militarism, Sandora had no choice but to build a command center for it. It was in the white dwarf (former) command module at the heart of the death star, with the best fleet commanders and ten resident Schilling mainframes working in tandem to ensure that the superfleet's power could be maximized.
The appearance of the Celestial System Fleet caused a huge uproar in Mobrador. The Mobradorians who had yet to leave the solar system might not fully understand what it was, but that did not stop them from being shocked by such an exaggerated fleet. They had finally witnessed the true power of the Sage — even if it could not compare to the Old Empire, but how could they know?
"The Avengers have stopped their activities. Their fleet is retreating towards the ENN-77 nebula, which is the galaxy closest to this galaxy." About an hour after the Celestial System Fleet completed its deployment process, Xi Wei reported the latest enemy movements. "They may be gathering their forces to fight against the Celestial System Fleet."
"The enemy doesn't know that our planetary warships are all knockoffs."
I smiled at Sandora.
Of course, the Celestial System Fleet was powerful, but I reckoned that it was not powerful enough to wipe out all the Avengers in this universe. In fact, apart from the Psionic Death Star's combat power, the thirty planetary warships were only average, and a certain number of Eternal-class motherships would be enough to destroy them. But of course, the Avengers did not think of that — they were frightened by the Celestial System Fleet's bluff.
"Let them continue to gather. Now is not a good time to intercept them." Sandora, who was familiar with the Avengers' movements, suggested. "They will definitely continue to send more forces from the Shadow Dimension. Let our spaceships guard all known spatial rifts and carry out regular bombardments."
After assigning the next step, Sandora suddenly stretched and looked at me with a relieved expression.
"Ah Jun, you can go back and rest now. The enemy won't act again for a while."
"Don't tell me we have to wait for them to gather their superior forces before we counterattack?" I asked.
"Of course not. I know the Avengers' plan of action. In the next day or two, they will probably send another batch of troops to test the waters. The Psionic Death Star can deal with an army of that size, and in this period of time, we must find a way to open the entrance to the Shadow Dimension. I have already prepared for Pandora and the others to activate their Glory Form again. If we can use the Celestial System Fleet to stall the enemy's main force, then we can activate it in the Shadow Dimension … and this war will be over."
After Sandora finished speaking, a desolate expression flashed across her face, but it was quickly replaced by a truly relaxed expression.
"This is a good thing for them. They have already become such shells, so they should rest in peace."
On the second day after the Celestial System Fleet arrived, the Holy Pope finally sent us a message. The content of the message was mainly about the greatest excitement he could express as a believer. He also brought good news: the citizens of Mobrador were finally inspired. They began to gather in the town square overnight, as if they were having a spasm, to praise the invincible fleet of the "Sage."
I suggested that he stop all this nonsense and let Mobrador's society return to normal first. According to reliable sources, fifty to sixty percent of Mobrador's farmland had already begun to grow grass, and one-third of the factories had been mostly destroyed in the recent series of riots. I really didn't understand why people had such a bad habit. Whenever they encountered something that didn't go their way, they would smash their own things, break bowls when they quarreled, or smash factories when they rioted. Did they really not want to live after everything calmed down?
The Celestial System Fleet had bought us a short period of rest, allowing us to reorganize the fleet that had been severely damaged during the full-scale attack by the Avengers. Now, the damage that the Imperial Army was facing was the most serious since the beginning of the Empire's revival era. The Royal Guards and Pandora's armoured troops, which were the main forces of the fleet, had suffered losses of thirty to forty percent. The only fortunate thing was that the newly integrated Queen Bee had played a great role. They could often protect the souls of the soldiers in times of crisis. It was not terrible for a fleet to be completely wiped out. As long as the Queen Bee could retreat, there would be a chance to rebuild. Battleships could be produced as many as one wanted, but experienced veterans and commanders could not be replaced by rookies coming off the production line.
This was also the most famous aspect of the Schilling army during their years of conquest in the multiverse: they were never afraid of battle damage. Even if you destroyed all of their spaceships, as long as a few escape pods managed to make it back, you would still see many familiar faces on the battlefield in a few days' time. In the era of the rise of the Empire, many super civilizations had been brutally defeated by the Imperial Army in such a manner.
However, since we could revive, so could the Avengers. Queen Bees had also appeared in their army. That was why both sides were currently in a short period of recovery. As long as the fleets were reassembled, countless fierce elite troops would once again appear on the battlefield.
On the afternoon of the second day after the Celestial System Fleet entered a state of preparation for battle, I was accompanying my sister on a stroll on the upper platform when Tawil suddenly sent me an urgent message. Alright, at this time, there was no communication that could be sent to us that was not urgent.
My elder sister and I were anxiously called to the research center by Tarver. It was rare to see this bespectacled girl, who was always so calm and collected, act so rashly. My instincts told me that there might be a major discovery.
The dismantling area was still as busy as ever. Two mysterious black containers were placed on two anti-gravity platforms far away from each other, each connected to a dazzling number of pipes and non-physical energy flow. They looked like two small beetles wrapped in a three-dimensional spider web. There was one more thing in the middle of the two anti-gravity platforms. It was a transparent life support pod. Based on its appearance, I deduced that it was a new model that Tawil had designed. There was a person lying in the life support pod. She was thin and petite with shoulder-length blonde hair. It was Miriya. The scanning light screen of the life support pod wandered over her body, making a light beeping sound from time to time.
Tawil was personally recording the data of the life support pod. She only stood up when my sister and I entered. Before I could say anything, she said hastily, "Your Majesty, there is a huge discovery about the containers."
As she spoke, she turned on a holographic projection in the air next to her. The image displayed the two containers and Miriya's head. A large amount of data was being refreshed rapidly under every image. The few lines of data that didn't change made me gape.
"I tried to get Miriya to continuously activate the containers and record the internal data flow of the containers. They used the old Imperial Army's encryption mode, so it took me until today to crack them. These are built-in scripts located in the unmodifiable storage area. There is a very short code here. I guess it refers to the container's serial number. The container from Planet Brown Earth has a serial number of two, and this, "Tawil pointed at the black box that Uncle Zaku had brought," has a serial number of three. "
There was an obvious fact: Three and two should be preceded by a serial number …
"That means there is at least one more container." My sister revealed a thoughtful expression.
"Container Number One definitely exists." Tawil nodded. "Regardless of whether there is a Container Number Four or not, there should at least be a container with serial number one. At least, that's the theory."
"Then, why did the Revenge Army create these containers?"
I asked the question that had been bothering me for the past few days.
"Perhaps the answer lies in this little girl." Tarver turned around to look at Miriya, who was lying in the life support pod. "We've conducted a very detailed examination, and finally confirmed one thing. This little girl is a special lifeform similar to the Xi Ling Mainframe. She's in a state of information entanglement, and she's no longer growing. And … she's the World Core of this universe, and it's man-made."
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