[Will Eventually Submit]

Aolei Empire, the Chapman Family's territory.

Phil Chapman returned to the Chapman Family's fleet conference room via interstellar projection, bringing back the news he had obtained from the Star Ancient Empire.

"Submit?"

Aplan Chapman looked at Phil Chapman in horror and said, "Phil, you need to understand that the history of our Chapman Family is dozens of times longer than that of the Star Ancient Empire, and almost the same as the history of the Aolei Empire. Are you telling me that our Chapman Family should submit to the Star Ancient Empire, this newborn civilization?"

Humiliation, utter humiliation.

How many Six-Dimensional Universes does the Chapman Family control?

Now they have to give up those Six-Dimensional Universes and become an affiliated civilization of the Star Ancient Empire.

"Aplan, you need to think clearly about one thing."

"Becoming an affiliated civilization of the Star Ancient Empire, you need to consider clearly, what is the concept of an affiliated civilization?"

"An affiliated civilization is not an affiliated family."

Ophelia Chapman looked at Aplan Chapman seriously, and said with considerable solemnity.

"Nonsense, of course I know the difference between an affiliated civilization and an affiliated family."

"An affiliated civilization, isn't it just like the Star Ancient Empire's cannon fodder?"

"If there is a war, they will inevitably make us the vanguard cannon fodder for their Empire."

Aplan Chapman is not a fool.

Which of those who can become Joint Fleet commanders is a fool?

He just doesn't want to use his brain.

If he really starts using his brain, he won't be weaker than anyone.

"But what can we do?"

Phil Chapman looked at Aplan in front of him and said, "The Star Ancient Empire has already given us the last chance. If we don't accept their conditions, we will only perish. Could it be that you want to watch the Chapman Family, a family that has been passed down for billions of years, disappear from the world?"

"Aplan, face reality!"

"What we are facing now is not the decadent Aolei Empire, but a newborn war machine with fresh vitality."

"What price do we need to pay to fight against a newborn war machine?"

"The destruction of the family."

"Are you willing?"

After the words fell.

Aplan Chapman fell into silence.

He was weighing the gains and losses.

"We only have half an hour. If we can't give the Star Ancient Empire any reply after half an hour, the probability of me returning is infinitely close to 0. At the same time, the Star Ancient Empire will also bring heavy troops to completely destroy the Chapman Family's military power."

Phil Chapman was quite serious.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he needed to consider the future for the Chapman Family.

"Never doubt the strength of the war machine."

"Family, after all, is family."

"Faced with a massive war machine, we cannot contend against it."

Ophelia Chapman said, "There's an old saying in the Star Ancient Empire, 'A thousand-year family, a flowing dynasty.' Perhaps, in this era, it can no longer be realized."

"Faced with such a war machine, perhaps this old saying must be reversed."

An ironclad family, a flowing dynasty, tsk~

More like an ironclad dynasty, a flowing family.

"What do you two think?"

Phil Chapman gave them time to consider, and after seeing that they had considered it enough, he said, "Our time is running out."

"If you can't give an answer now, you know, war is imminent."

"Submit."

Ophelia Chapman said, "I support the Chapman Family becoming an affiliated civilization of the Star Ancient Empire."

She had to choose.

Only Aplan was still pondering.

"Submit."

In the end, Aplan Chapman had no choice but to submit to the Star Ancient Empire.

He couldn't bear the consequences of not submitting.

"I understand."

After getting Aplan and Ophelia's answers, Phil Chapman cut off communication with the fleet and came to the Sixth Joint Fleet's conference room of the Star Ancient Empire.

The five marshals had been waiting for a long time.

Watching Phil Chapman walk in from outside, none of them spoke.

They were all waiting for Phil Chapman's answer.

The half hour the Secretary-General gave them was up.

If they couldn't get a corresponding answer now, they would suppress Phil Chapman and then the army would enter the territory controlled by the Chapman Family.

Phil Chapman did not sit down, but looked at the five marshals of the Star Ancient Empire present, chose to kneel on one knee, and said, "Phil Chapman greets all marshals. Phil Chapman represents the Chapman Family and is willing to submit to the Empire, becoming an affiliated civilization of the Empire. Where the Empire's sword points, the Chapman Family's sword will follow."

"You are wrong."

Seeing this, Marshal Bai revealed disappointment in his eyes and shook his head slightly.

The others also wore expressions of disappointment, but remained silent.

"Please give us your instructions, Marshal Bai."

Phil Chapman raised his proud head, devoid of the lofty, dominating aura he usually possessed, and asked with confusion.

Where did I go wrong?

"The Chapman Family does not pledge allegiance to the Empire, but to His Majesty the Emperor," Bai Lin said.

Upon hearing this, Phil Chapman carefully pondered the meaning of these words.

Allegiance to the Emperor, not to the Empire?

So, this is the Star Ancient Empire?

"The Chapman Family is willing to be His Majesty the Emperor's vanguard." Phil Chapman quickly reacted and said.

The Star Ancient Empire is a true imperial nation.

Although the Aolei Empire is also an imperial nation, power is controlled by their aristocratic families, not by the Emperor.

It would be more accurate to say that the Aolei Empire is like a United Nations, as various powers are held by those families, and the Aolei Great Emperor does not control much military force or authority.

"This Marshal will give the Chapman Family only one hour to clear the way, withdraw all warships under your command in the Six-Dimensional Universe, and hand them over to the Empire for takeover."

"The remaining matters will be arranged by the Imperial Cabinet," Bai Lin said sternly, looking at Phil Chapman.

"May I ask Marshal Bai, will we still be able to establish our own civilization in the Six-Dimensional Universe we originally controlled?" Phil Chapman asked tentatively.

After all, the Six-Dimensional Universe where their family is located is their core and base of operations. After so many years of development, the foundation must be extremely deep.

They don't want to leave their homes.

"Remember, you are just an affiliated civilization. Listening to the arrangements from the Empire is the most important thing," Bai Lin glanced at him.

Have you had too much fake wine?

Establish a civilization on the original foundation?

You should ask the Emperor about this matter!

If the Emperor agrees to let you establish a civilization on your original foundation, would I dare to say anything?