Zhao Cheng had no idea what the Imperial Lord was thinking, nor what the Imperial Princess was thinking. When the battleship had first descended, he had been invincible beneath the heavens, utterly unaware of the gravity of the situation.
Then, enemies came from the sky.
Enemies were perfectly normal—he had expected that much. What he had not expected was for the enemy in the sky to be cheating!
When he descended into this spacetime, he had had a rough idea of what it was like, but only a rough idea.
How much could one glimpse in that fleeting instant of descent?!
The Empire's technological prowess had not been low when it first ventured into the stars. Their ability to colonize space alone made that clear.
But directly altering physical constants—even if only within a tiny area, and only changing several crucial constants—how was that any different from directly modifying Earth OL's game data?!
This pace of technological advancement was absurd.
It was like Zhao Caesar Mouse playing Rise of the Mouseball: he had finally conquered Earth and become the apex of the food chain, only to look up and find the Trisolaran fleet had arrived...
Though he cheated too, he had only given himself a minor talent boost. He had made it this far through sheer mad battle, fighting and fighting and fighting his way forward, earning his current standing in the martial world.
Zhao Cheng could clearly feel that, as several key constants were rewritten, his once powerful magnetic field began to fall silent. Under normal circumstances, once the magnetic field fell silent, the cells he had forcibly suppressed and wrung dry would almost inevitably rebel.
But because the constants governing material motion had also been altered, the only effect on him was that he could no longer move