Resurrection Empire

Chapter 1460: Chapter 551: Three Days

After Seven-Seven stated that resolute attitude in a calm tone, the scene fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Nearly five hundred thousand years ago, when the Mechanical Empire had just suffered a major defeat and was in dire peril, it so happened that at that time the Marquis Zhenjiang had not yet been enfeoffed as a marquis. He was merely a refugee noble fleeing from the borderlands, a nobody who possessed almost nothing apart from his Viscount title. On the forced march of flight, the Marquis Zhenjiang emerged out of the chaos, gathering up scattered routed troops along the way, then leading a makeshift retreating fleet, fighting and withdrawing under the encirclement and interception of the Ascenders’ main forces.

The Marquis Zhenjiang’s refugee fleet not only was not wiped out, but instead gradually grew stronger along the road of retreat.

In the end, when the fleet fell back to the Far Border Star Domain, the Marquis Zhenjiang announced on the spot that the distance between him and his homeland had already exceeded one thousand light years, and that he would absolutely not retreat another step.

From that moment on, the Marquis Zhenjiang’s fleet truly did not retreat a single step.

The joint forces of the Empire Group Army Fleet and the Marquis Zhenjiang’s fleet waged a grueling tug-of-war against the Ascenders’ armies in the Far Border Star Domain; the flames of war stretched across thousands of light years, lasted for more than five hundred years, and went through thousands of large and small campaigns.

In the end, the Ascenders’ main forces withdrew, and the Mechanical Empire more or less managed to hold on to the entire Far Border Star Domain, including the Nanxiang Star Cluster.

It was precisely after this war that the Marquis Zhenjiang was enfeoffed as a marquis on the spot from his former station as a mere exiled Viscount, and was even early on listed among the ranks of the Chosen Ones.

Time flashed by; up to now, five hundred thousand years had already passed.

The Marquis at this moment, with this declaration, actually carried a faint sense of threatening the Empire high command.

The midsummer sunlight pierced through the dense leaves, sprinkling down onto the ground like scattered starry specks.

The wind made the leaves rustle.

The atmosphere at the scene had completely frozen for the moment.

The chief expert of the Life Institute no longer had that icy calm on his face; instead he looked somewhat at a loss.

Although he did indeed possess the highest authority he had just mentioned, able to exercise discretionary power.

Yet the highest extent of his authority covered only someone like Ren Zhong, an un-enfeoffed Earl.

Once a Marquis Zhenjiang was involved, this trouble was no longer something he could afford to take on.

Ren Zhong’s gaze first fell on the chief expert’s face, then turned to Seven-Seven.

Seven-Seven’s face at this time showed almost no expression, as if she were a brand-new bionic human freshly restored to factory settings.

Ren Zhong felt a faint stirring in his heart.

It had been a very, very long time since he’d last felt the sensation of being sheltered by someone.

There was no doubt that both the Marquis Zhenjiang and Seven-Seven knew he was concealing certain secrets that might prove fatal.

Yet at this very moment, for the sake of a goal that seemed extremely distant, they unreservedly became his backing.

The Marquis Zhenjiang’s remote declaration was extremely resolute, leaving absolutely no room.

The way this man treated Ren Zhong, compared to Liu An, had gone to two completely opposite extremes.

Some people, it is better to forget than to know.

Some people feel like strangers even after many years together.

But with some people, even before you’ve ever met, you already feel a kind of lifelong-true-confidant connection at first sight.

The chief expert remained silent for a long time, as if constantly weighing matters; finally, with difficulty, he nodded slightly. "Understood."

Seven-Seven: "Mm."

Ren Zhong: "Thank you."

Seven-Seven waved her hand. "It’s fine, go on. I’ll just wait right here for you, without moving a single step."

As if sensing that Ren Zhong wanted to say something more, Seven-Seven added another line, "I’m a bionic human, I don’t feel fatigue. Even if I stand here for a hundred years, it’s nothing."

"Mm."

Ren Zhong and the chief expert’s team had only walked a few dozen meters further in when a thunderous boom suddenly sounded behind them.

Everyone turned to look back, and their expressions all changed slightly.

They saw dozens of disk-shaped medium warships slowly descending from the sky.

Between the medium warships, there were also thousands of streamlined small warships weaving among them.

The two classes of warships kept descending until they were not far above the sky on either side of the valley. Then they activated precise Anti-gravity Engines, shifting into a hovering stance in midair. They made no further sound, only openly displaying their forces as they silently sealed this valley up tight.

"These are the elite of the Marquis Zhenjiang’s Personal Guard Assault Corps."

Ren Zhong could not recognize the origin of these warships; instead, it was the chief expert—who by rights should have been focused entirely on academia—who laid it bare in a single sentence.

Ren Zhong also felt a chill in his heart. In just those few minutes of delay, he had not expected the Marquis Zhenjiang to deploy his personal troops over, both to bolster Ren Zhong’s prestige and also to issue a clear, unmistakable warning to the chief expert that Seven-Seven’s earlier words had been anything but empty talk.

It was very clear that Seven-Seven still firmly believed that Ren Zhong was definitely going to run into trouble.

"Earl Red Blade, please."

With someone else’s blade at his neck, the chief expert suddenly showed an innate understanding of human dealings; his attitude toward Ren Zhong became much gentler.