"Human Federation... Head of State..."

Yang Cheng muttered to himself while gently rubbing his aching temple with his hands.

He just felt as if his head was a mess, and he couldn't sort it out. This series of events was too much and too complicated, making him feel overwhelmed.

Especially this mysterious ocean of the universe is far deeper and more dangerous than he had ever imagined.

After some effort, Yang Cheng finally managed to sort out some clues. He took a deep breath, then slowly stood up and walked out of the cabin with firm steps.

At this time, a group of long-awaited Space Marines and Mechanicus Grand Magos had gathered outside, all of them with solemn expressions, ready for battle.

Yang Cheng's eyes swept across the crowd, finally stopping at General Carlbo Casting beside him.

He said to Carl with a serious expression: "Take this warship away immediately and organize professionals to conduct a comprehensive analysis of all the technologies on it. We must find out the secrets!"

"Understood!" Carlbo nodded without hesitation.

His huge body, as big as a mountain, moved slightly, making a sound of metallic friction.

Immediately afterwards, many great sages of the Mechanicus quickly took action and rushed towards the huge battleship Noah's Ark like a tide.

Yang Cheng looked at the busy crowd and spoke again, "Pay special attention to preserving the engines intact. We will try to develop similar or even more advanced engine technology through reverse research."

After explaining the task, Yang Cheng did not stay for a moment longer, but turned around decisively and walked quickly in another direction.

Because he knew very well that there were still many things waiting for him to deal with, and he could not afford to slack off in the slightest.

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"My Lord, we Protoss have provided enough sacrifices for the Empire to defend against the Zerg. I hope..."

"I appreciate your sacrifice, but I cannot violate the laws of the empire..."

"What do you mean..."

"You just need to stay in Ai'er, accept the Empire's surveillance, submit your data to the Empire every year, and hand in your dangerous weapons."

At this moment, Judge Muller sat on a huge and gorgeous metal chair. His majestic face was made particularly cold by the cold light projected from above his head.

In front of him stood Artanis, a tall man with extraordinary temperament.

There was tension between the two men as they engaged in a crucial conversation about the ultimate fate of the Protoss race.

Muller's meaning is very clear. The Empire has fully taken into account the heavy price you Protoss paid in resisting the Zerg invasion.

You have lost a large number of brave warriors, and even handed over many precious technologies without reservation.

Based on these circumstances, the Empire can be slightly more tolerant.

As long as you can obey the arrangements obediently, choose a planet as your habitat, and accept the close surveillance from the empire, then on that planet, you can do whatever you like, create humans if you like, and study any literature you like.

Anyway, for the Empire, the Protoss are basically treated as pets.

Hearing these words, Artanis couldn't help but feel a strong sense of anger and unwillingness in his heart.

However, reason told him that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to the Protoss.

Although he really wanted to refute Mueller's proposal on the spot, the cruel reality forced him to endure it temporarily.

After all, the Protoss today, let alone facing the powerful Imperial main fleet head-on, would probably have little chance of winning even if they were just facing the suppression fleet under Inquisitor Muller.

"We are willing to accept the offer, but..."

Artanis was about to continue speaking when Mueller rudely interrupted him: "No buts, only agree or disagree!"

Muller's cold and warning eyes shot straight at Artanis, and at the same time, he slammed a black bolt pistol heavily on the negotiating table.

The gun seemed to exude the breath of death, making the entire atmosphere instantly tense and depressing.

The meaning is self-evident. If they do not accept this proposal, death will be the only fate that awaits them.

Faced with such a strong threat, Artanis secretly groaned in his heart.

He knew very well that there was no room for maneuver at this point. If he insisted on his own opinion, not only would his own life be in danger, but the entire Protoss race might also face a devastating disaster.

After a fierce inner struggle, Artanis finally nodded with difficulty and said, "Accept..."

At this moment, Artanis felt as if a heavy burden was placed on his shoulders, but in order to ensure the continuation and survival of the Protoss, he had no choice.

Hearing Artanis's answer, Mueller smiled with satisfaction and said, "Very good. In that case, you should select a suitable planet as soon as possible and report it to the Empire."

After saying this, Muller stood up without hesitation, turned around and strode towards the door of the room. As the door slammed shut, Artanis was left sitting there, feeling extremely heavy-hearted.

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"Malcador, that is all I know."

Yang Cheng slowly sat down on the slightly worn chair opposite Machado. He leaned forward slightly and told Machado everything in a very sincere and serious tone.

"The Human Federation, the Sea of ​​the Universe, the Head of the Empire, and the Endless War..."

Makado listened quietly, his deep and sharp gaze never leaving Yang Cheng's face.

Yang Chengze told Makado everything he had experienced, the secrets he had discovered, and the worries in his heart without reservation.

There was no other sound in the entire room except Yang Cheng's low narration, and the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

For Yang Cheng, Machado is not just an ordinary friend, he is the only person to whom Yang Cheng can confide these important matters.

After Yang Cheng finished speaking, Makado was silent for a moment, then asked, "My Lord, you are so frank, is there any deeper meaning behind this?" His voice was not loud, but it carried a power that could not be ignored.

Yang Cheng sighed deeply and raised his head silently. His pupils, which were originally as dark as ink, now seemed to be covered with a layer of light haze.

He stared at Malcador and said slowly, "Old friend, if something unexpected happens to me one day, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to help me take care of some of the affairs of the Empire."

Although Yang Cheng's tone was calm when he said this, the heaviness and helplessness contained in it were obvious.

Macador was shocked when he heard this. He looked at his close friend who had fought side by side with him and faced countless difficulties and obstacles together. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

(Warhammer the day after tomorrow)