Arcane Calendar 40 years, Archon Palace, private dining room.
Ian and Amelia·Bones sat opposite each other. There was exquisite magic cooking on the dining table, but neither of them obviously had much appetite.
"You seem to be enjoying your current life." Amelia put down his knife and fork and said in a calm tone, "There is a fire in the harem, my mother is nagging me, and I have to urge you to work."
"Auntie, stop making fun of me."
Ian rubbed his temples with a look of despair, "I would rather go to another world and fight with the gods than face the intrigues of these women. By the way, is my mother going through menopause recently? She actually urged me to have a child? How old am I?"
"You are almost a hundred years old (counting the time in another world), Ian."
Amelia turned over Byakugan, "In the eyes of mortals, you are already an old monster from your great-grandfather's generation. Is it too much to ask for an heir?"
"... Okay, just pretend I didn't say it."
Ian decisively changed the subject, "Let's get down to business. Regarding the target of 'First Blood', have you chosen it?"
Amelia nodded and waved his hand to project a star map above the dining table.
"After screening by the Intelligence Department, we have locked in a civilization about 65.4 light years away from Solar System."
The holographic projection zooms in to reveal a habitable planet with three moons.
"Steel-Skin Folk."
Amelia introduced, "As the name suggests, this is a race with extremely hard skin. The average adult height is 3 meters, and the maximum height can be 5 meters. Their skin has extremely high magic resistance and physical defense, and can even withstand small-caliber artillery."
The screen turned and showed several Giants with gray, yellow and even green skins fighting.
"Their power system is very interesting. There is no Magic Core, but magic power is stored in the skin. As the strength increases, the skin color will change: gray (level 0) → yellow (level 1) → green (level 2) → purple (Tier 3) → blue (level 4). The strongest person observed so far is Fourth Tier peak."
Ian touched his chin, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
"What about the level of technology?"
"We have just entered the interstellar age." Amelia called up a rough nuclear-powered spaceship model. "We have mastered controllable nuclear fusion, but we have not yet reached the threshold of the hyper-light engine. We can only operate within the star system."
"Perfect."
Ian showed a satisfied smile, "The strength is neither strong nor weak, just used to train our fleet. And..."
He pointed at the skins of Giant, "This kind of biological material with its own magic resistance and high strength is an excellent substitute for making magic warship armor. If it can be cultivated in batches..."
"Ahem." Amelia interrupted him, "Watch your wording, Your Majesty. Those are intelligent creatures, not animals."
"In the face of the Empire's interests, does this make any difference?"
Ian asked coldly, "Besides, as far as I know, this race is not a good one."
Amelia sighed and called up another file.
"Yes. Steel-Skin Folk are extremely cruel. In the process of unifying their home planet, they Carnage destroyed all other intelligent species on the planet. Even after entering space, they devoted themselves to destroying the primitive civilizations of other planets."
"This will be easy to handle."
Ian called the Snap, "We will send troops in the name of 'interstellar peacekeeping'. Describe them as cancer cells in the universe, which will threaten the earth if not removed. In this way, those domestic virgins and moral bitches will shut up."
Amelia looked at the young but cold nephew in front of him, feeling a little complicated in his heart.
Once upon a time, he was still the boy who fought for justice in Hogwarts. But now, he is a qualified Empire emperor, even a bit like Coldblood.
"One more thing."
Amelia continued, "According to the latest report from the institute, if Liquid Mana or crystal magic is injected into Steel-Skin Folk, their skin will undergo benign mutations and their defense will increase exponentially."
"This means that as long as we capture that planet, we will not only obtain a large amount of resources, but also obtain a super human shield army with Fifth Tier defense through enslavement and transformation."
"This is simply a gift from God." Ian's eyes became more greedy.
He has already conceived in his mind a team of "Titan Legion" composed of the modified Steel-Skin Folk, wearing heavy armor and holding a giant shield, standing at the forefront of the interstellar battlefield.
"When will we do it?" Amelia asked.
"No rush."
Ian waved his hand, "Let Olivia gain a foothold in the navy first. Moreover, I still have a big weapon that I haven't prepared yet. That is a trump card to prevent accidents."
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the bustling imperial capital.
"Let the fleet conduct a mock battle first. Tell them that this is not an exercise, but a rehearsal for a genocidal war."
"Either we conquer or we destroy. There is no third option."