A month after the Dragon Nations and Eagle Nations pledged allegiance.
An unmanned transport craft flew over the nation known as the Flame and Lightning Alliance.
There were only three people aboard, but their traveling together was enough to make every warlord on Terra panic and stay alert, because the three of them represented the emerging power that had appeared in the Himalayas and risen around them.
The Emperor sat silently in his seat, staring straight ahead.
Malcador sat across from the Emperor, looking somewhat helpless.
Qin Mo had originally been meant to sit in Malcador's place, but whenever he faced the silent Emperor, he could not help laughing, so the two had switched seats.
To avoid the warlords' reconnaissance, the transport craft flew beyond low orbit.
When it linked up with the logistics route of the orbital station Qin Mo had created, it automatically joined the stream of transport vehicles constantly hauling supplies from the station to build satellites and orbital relay stations.
"An astonishing level of productivity." Malcador turned to look out the window.
The warlords had barely set foot on Terra's surface or beyond its atmosphere, because at their core, they were merely children playing with dangerous toys. There might once have been a few space stations, but those had been inherited from their ancestors and had now been destroyed by weapon satellites in Terra's orbit.
"Actually, we didn't need to take a transport craft," Qin Mo said to Malcador. "We could have gone from the surface to a relay station, then dropped down from there. Or we could have done it even more conveniently by using the Psychic Power you're good at. Even if you didn't want to bring me along, I could jump from Terra's southern hemisphere to its northern hemisphere. At least we wouldn't