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"Add money?"

Secretary-General Bai Mu looked at His Majesty the Emperor in astonishment.

"Nonsense."

"I myself need industry."

"If they finish their work for them and don't come back to do our work, will that work?"

He glared at the Secretary-General.

At least he's a Secretary-General, he should consider the interests of the Empire more.

That's the National Team.

"That's true."

The corner of Bai Mu's mouth twitched slightly.

Good thing I keep my mouth shut.

Otherwise.

Your reputation as the Adding Money Emperor would have spread.

"By the way, how is the Primitive Universe developing recently?"

Yang Yu put down the fishing rod in his hand and lay on the recliner.

He hasn't paid attention to the Primitive Universe recently.

He just doesn't know how the development is going?

"The current situation in the Primitive Universe is relatively good, but it has affected the number of transmigrators."

Secretary-General Bai Mu thought carefully, "The Lin Family Daughter gave them a Superbrain, which led to stricter control there, so... there is less crime."

"How did this involve crime?"

Yang Yu chuckled and said, "Merlot Heavenly Court is about to reach the top this time, right?"

"Yes."

The Secretary-General nodded.

It won't take long for Merlot Heavenly Court to reach the top.

It will probably take about a year for them to be able to reach the top.

"When they reach the top, ask them to move out forcibly." Yang Yu said, "In addition, you personally discuss with the Elf Kingdom to arrange an identity for Merlot Heavenly Court and support them."

"Arrange an Elf Race branch for them?"

The Secretary-General's brain turned quickly, and he asked tentatively.

"Whatever you want."

Yang Yu said with a smile.

After all, they were trained thugs, so it didn't matter.

You can arrange their identities however you want.

As for the rest...

He didn't want to say more.

"What about Liesun and the Great Qin Empire?" the Secretary-General said, "Great Qin is currently excluding many other races, but as they accept surrendered civilizations, other races are gradually hiding. Liesun, on the other hand, has not engaged with foreign nations, so they maintain their traditions."

"Don't assign them identities for now."

"After all, Angels are different from them, so it's not appropriate to assign them under the Empire."

"Assigning Angels to the Elf Race camp is a very good choice and idea."

"Great Qin and Liesun have their own missions in the future."

Yang Yu said.

Great Qin and Liesun both belong to the human race, while Angels, with the evolution of their genes, have some deviations from humans, so they cannot be classified into the human race.

"What if the Angel Race leaves the Elf Race in the future and claims their own system?" the Secretary-General asked.

"That's their problem."

"Angels, in the mythology of some civilizations, are originally beings of justice and supremacy."

"It's just that they are weak now, so we will arrange for them to be affiliated with other civilizations to ensure they can grow up safely."

Yang Yu twisted his neck and said.

"If, I mean if, if they get out of control in the future and become enemies with us..." Bai Mu said.

"Enemies?"

Yang Yu laughed when he heard this, "Unless the Empire is already old and can't lift its blade anymore."

Such a naive idea.

It was really too naive.

"Understood."

"Your subject will go and handle the matters Your Majesty has instructed."

"But Your Majesty..."

When Bai Mu wanted to say something, Yang Yu's cold gaze swept over, and she could only shut her mouth awkwardly.

There was no way.

She couldn't suppress the big shots in the Cabinet.

Many things were discussed.

Hanhai Realm.

Mu Ying Princess Yang Yue, who had just gotten off work, received a message from the Imperial Palace.

"Go to the Five Dimensions Battlefield to help the Goddess of Life hold the line?" She looked strangely at Secretary-General Bai Mu and said, "Then what about the government affairs here?"

"You can handle government affairs while holding the line."

Bai Mu said, "Of course, if Your Highness is unwilling, I will ask His Majesty for instructions, and I will go to assist in holding the line, and Your Highness will..."

"Stop." Yang Yue quickly waved her hand, "I really have a busy life, alright, I'll go myself."

Let Bai Mu go to hold the line?

Are you afraid of seeking death?

She knew better than anyone how dangerous the Five Dimensions Battlefield was.

With Bai Mu's strength, he might be gone if he encountered a strong enemy.

"Then thank you for your hard work, Your Highness."

Bai Mu said with a smile.

This was something that could not be helped.

If the Type II Law-level Warships were transferred to the main battlefield, then heavyweight powerhouses must be sent to hold the line, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable if the foreign territory broke through.

"I won't talk to you anymore."

"I need to schedule things on my end."

At the same time.

Beastman Kingdom.

The battlefield between the Beastman Kingdom and the Sky-Ox Empire.

"We have finally alleviated the current predicament."

"But I have to say, this new type of warship is really fierce."

Everyone commented on the ten brand-new warships, with love in their eyes.

It was really too awesome.

Standing there, it withstood the enemy's attack, and even the shield could not be destroyed.

The best analogy was dozens of infantrymen facing two or three cavalrymen in the age of cold weapons, who would fall down after a single charge.

"This is the king of the era."

Alisa said with amazement in her eyes.

And their current warships were truly the tears of the times.

They had not even been on the stage of history for two hundred years before being eliminated by the new generation of kings.

This was the shortest-lived generation of warships.

Behind her were tens of millions of warships. Looking out at the entire starry sky, it was filled with warships, densely packed and in groups. The sense of oppression they brought was completely different from the imposing manner of the ten warships at the very front.

"All warships begin to consolidate the battlefield."

"We will not initiate an attack, nor can we allow the enemy to invade the Beastman territory."

"Redraft the tactics."

Marshal Alisa looked at the ten warships guarding the pass alone and said, "Seize the time, they won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Although the Type II Law-level Warships are awesome and fierce, their numbers are ultimately limited.

The enemy's quantity has far surpassed their quality.

Crushing your quality is not a problem at all.

"From now on, allocate ten million warships to defend the left flank. You Beastmen will handle your own internal command and control. My requirement is that you cannot allow any warship to break through your defensive line."

"If you break through your defensive line, you can kill yourselves to save me the trouble of doing it."

"For the right flank, our Fourth Fleet will lead twenty million warships. The pressure on the right flank is the greatest, and the enemy commander is no fool..."

Just as Alisa was methodically arranging the new battle plan, the adjutant hurriedly walked in from outside, with excitement mixed with grief, and said, "Marshal, reinforcements have arrived! The Empire has not forgotten us, the Second United Fleet has arrived!"

They had finally waited for the Empire's support.

Meanwhile, the Time-Space Fleet was still engaged in fierce fighting with the enemy in the space-time, having been in combat for several days.

"Calling, calling!"