Military and the Angel Race

Human Federation, Military Headquarters Building.

Inside the Meeting Room.

On the giant screen, the process of Yi Chen slaying the Golden Python played on an endless loop.

Marshal Tie Xue and the fourteen Military leaders stared unblinkingly at the screen, no one knowing what they were thinking.

After a long while.

Tie Xue suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze sweeping across the faces of the two Eight-Star Generals and twelve Seven-Star Generals.

"What do you think?"

A Seven-Star General spoke. "There is nothing to hesitate over. Reform across the board, eliminate those soldiers with weak talent, and recruit and train large numbers of highly gifted new soldiers."

"Especially the infantry. Tear it all down and rebuild from the ground up!"

"That is too radical. Every reform in our Military causes enormous repercussions. Not to mention that, right now, we would be placing all our bets on Yi Chen."

"In theory, once the Flame Mountain Tribe members' average realm approaches or breaks through the Spirit Release Realm First Level, Yi Chen will pass on the complete version of the Cloud Stepping Art and the New Cultivation Method. That should take roughly one to one and a half months."

"But that is only our judgment and speculation. Whether it will truly happen remains uncertain."

"Just as the public says, for a genius of Yi Chen's caliber, no matter what unexpected decision he makes, it would be perfectly natural."

"Even though our Military has assembled hundreds of psychological and behavioral experts to analyze Yi Chen's mentality and thoughts every day."

"There is still a possibility that our judgment is wrong, and the odds are not low."

An Eight-Star General felt that caution would be better. "There is no denying that large-scale reform is imperative. Yi Chen's New Cultivation Method has shown us powerful individual combat capability, shown us the hope that the Human Race can also kill the Myriad Races through the strength of a single person."

"The infantry, once called cannon fodder in our Military, are very likely to rise because of this."

"If the Human Race's talent ceiling were not truly so low, infantry could even become the Human Race's main fighting force."

"Even so, according to the Research Institute's estimates, Yi Chen's upper limit can roughly reach the level of an Ace Mecha."

"And our Military possesses vast resources to nurture geniuses. Their upper limits could even surpass Yi Chen's, and their individual strength could reach a level comparable to fighter jets."

"If we can gather a large number of geniuses for focused training, hundreds of thousands, even millions of geniuses whose individual combat strength rivals fighter jets could form an incomparably powerful Special Forces unit, unleashing unimaginable might in the great war against the Myriad Races."

"But this is not something that can be accomplished in a month or two. There is no need to be in such a hurry."

The Eight-Star General concluded, "I believe we can begin reform after Yi Chen formally releases the complete version of the Cloud Stepping Art and the New Cultivation Method."

"Moreover, we should proceed gradually, starting with the infantry, where the impact is limited but the shockwaves would be greatest."

"Gene Warriors can stop being trained and be eliminated outright. Barring accidents, once the geniuses break through to the Spirit Release Realm High Level and learn Yi Chen's New Cultivation Method, they will be able to defeat Gene Warriors who require more than a decade and enormous funding to train."

"Mecha soldiers, Pilots, and Warship Soldiers for all kinds of warships can remain untouched for now."

"When recruiting new soldiers, add talent requirements on top of the original criteria. After all, research analysis shows that the higher one's realm, the more greatly one's reactions, hand speed, and physique improve."

"With high talent, as one's realm rises, one's control over Mechas, fighter jets, and warships will also improve enormously."

The other Eight-Star General and the twelve Seven-Star Generals could not help nodding.

Marshal Tie Xue frowned slightly.

In truth, he favored reforming as quickly as possible, with the biggest possible strides.

The Eight-Star General's analysis was reasonable and well-founded.

Yet he vaguely had an indescribable premonition.

Yi Chen, the greatest genius in Human Race history, was not someone whose thoughts ordinary people could predict.

Nor would his rate of development necessarily reach its upper limit as quickly as the Research Institute believed.

Up to now, Yi Chen had already created miracle after miracle through the strength of a single person.

For all anyone knew, he might create another miracle.

If they waited for certainty before implementing reform, then even if the Military could mobilize all the resources humanity possessed, it might not be able to keep up with Yi Chen's pace of improvement.

And once the races surrounding the Milky Way discovered that the Human Race had hope of rapidly rising by learning from Yi Chen, they would likely employ the harshest measures to suppress them.

They would not give the Human Race time to develop.

However, after hesitating for several seconds, he still did not voice his opposition.

All the Military's upper echelon believed cautious reform was better. Although he, as Marshal, could suppress all opposition by force, cracks would inevitably appear within their ranks.

"Discuss the details of the reform!"

Marshal Tie Xue finally spoke, setting the tone for this matter.

Reform.

Caution first!

Angel Star System.

A star system ruled by the Angel Race.

Most Life Planets were controlled by the Angel Race.

A small portion had been seized by other races.

Holy Land.

Within an enormous palace a thousand zhang high and spanning over a million square kilometers.

The Angel Race Holy Lord was cultivating.

He stood around five meters tall.

His entire body radiated a suffocating majesty, as domineering and arrogant as the sovereign of heaven and earth.

Behind him, six-winged golden wings unfurled.

Energy within a hundred-mile radius surged toward the six-winged golden wings like a tide.

Suddenly, the Forbidden Restriction covering a hundred-mile radius, flickering with strange light and patterns, rippled.

The Angel Race Holy Lord opened his eyes, his brows drawing together slightly.

He waved a hand.

The Forbidden Restriction, which even the Human Race's Large Warships could not affect despite their frenzied bombardment, opened a gap.

An Angel Race member with a pair of silver wings on his back flapped his wings and flew inside.

"Holy Lord!"

The Angel Race member prostrated himself before the Angel Race Holy Lord, holding up a green gemstone in both hands.

"Lord Boton sent over information. There is an important matter that requires the Holy Lord's decision."

The Angel Race Holy Lord waved his hand.

The green gemstone flew before him.

His Mind Consciousness entered it.

Scene after scene flashed forth.

They were precisely the records of Yi Chen killing the Golden Python.

Immediately afterward, a man with a pair of golden wings on his back appeared within the footage.

This was Boton, the immensely powerful Two-Winged Golden Angel who held great authority within the Angel Race.

According to Boton, the newly created cultivation method of the peerless Human Race genius in the footage was highly likely to allow the Human Race to completely transform from technological power toward individual strength.

Once the Human Race transformed, it could very likely bring about unpredictable consequences.

Boton proposed using this as an opportunity to contact the Surrounding Races that bore grudges against the Human Race and form a Coalition to attack the Milky Way.

Even if they could not wipe out the Human Race in one stroke, they should at least deal the Human Race a crippling blow and leave them unable to transform.

The Angel Race Holy Lord's brows furrowed ever tighter.

"Has Boton been frightened out of his wits because he was defeated by the Human Race last time?"

"How long has it been? The footage of a mere Human Race genius has already been delivered before me twice!"

"He even proposed joining forces with other races to attack the Human Race? Has he not considered how great a price the Angel Race, as the initiator, would have to pay to bring this Coalition together?"

He looked at the Two-Winged Silver Angel prostrated on the ground and said impatiently, "Inform Boton that the Human Race's talent is weak. Even if their transformation succeeds, and they cultivate to the utmost limit, it will merely let their warships become more agile through faster reactions and handling."

"An improvement of that degree is not enough to make the major races wary, and our Angel Race has no need to make a mountain out of a molehill either."

"Yes!"

The Two-Winged Silver Angel hurriedly acknowledged.

"Also tell Boton that I do not wish to see that Human Race genius's footage a third time. He is not qualified to disturb my cultivation!"

The Angel Race Holy Lord waved his hand impatiently.

The Two-Winged Silver Angel hurriedly bowed and departed.