"So far, we have not been able to thoroughly find out whether there is a real Eleventh Tier god in this plane, but now we have at least confirmed one thing - in that deep Void, there are other top planes that are like wolves and tigers." Ian frowned, with a rare solemnity in his tone.
Having just returned to the Empire, he was sitting in a comfortable armchair in the laboratory, but he did not feel at all relaxed in his heart. After witnessing the signs of the arrival of Wizard Plane's three Tenth Tier strong men, a strong sense of disobedience and crisis surrounded him like gangrene in his bones.
Previously, Ian had been living a relatively leisurely life, because he knew that with the Tenth Tier Floating City he had personally built, he was almost invincible in the known Milky Way Galaxy star field.
However, this sense of security based on the absolute superiority of force was ruthlessly shattered at this moment. He suddenly realized that there were countless existences stronger than him in the world.
Those behemoths that usually lurk in the shadows may come across the barriers of dimensions at any time, and the arcane foundation that he has worked hard for hundreds or even thousands of years will be wiped out in an instant. This kind of frustration out of control makes Arcane Emperor, who has always regarded himself as a chess player, feel sincerely frustrated.
"Morgana, based on the existing data simulation, what is the probability that we will forcibly push this Tenth Tier Floating City to the Eleventh Tier position?" Ian asked in a deep voice in Sea of Consciousness.
"Almost zero," the purple House-elf gave a cold conclusion without any hesitation. "According to our evolutionary simulation, the existence of Eleventh Tier has touched some kind of causal singularity. They can mobilize themselves in multiple The power of all the 'variants' in the universe. In short, a Eleventh Tier strong man is essentially a terrifying aggregate of millions of Tenth Tier peak individuals who were forcibly kneaded together by Law of Causality."
Ian let out a groan. Although he had already guessed the answer, Morgana's next words were even more heartbreaking.
"Our arcane knowledge and alchemy technology have not yet even reached the true peak of Tenth Tier. If we include the problem of resource shortage, we are as far away from the technical barrier of Eleventh Tier as humans in the Stone Age looked at the curvature engine."
"We must speed up the research on the multiverse," Ian took a deep breath to calm down his ups and downs, "Pass the order and significantly increase the funding and resource allocation of this research department."
"I'm afraid it won't be possible for the time being," Morgana reminded, shaking his head.
Ian was startled for a moment, then he smiled bitterly and rubbed his temples. He remembered that in order to build this existing Tenth Tier Floating City, they carried out uncontrolled and crazy plundering in the multiverse.
This flamboyant behavior has attracted the attention and warning of some unspeakable forces. Currently, Empire's cross-universe expedition capability is in a forced "quiet period". They are trapped in the existing timeline and cannot start that predatory mode again.
"In this case, we can only be patient and take our time," Ian was helpless, but he understood that rushing for success will only lead to the collapse of Dao Heart.
Even if the worst happens - he really encounters an irresistible Eleventh Tier powerful enemy, the worst he can do is escape into the gray Void again, abandon everything he currently owns, and go to a new plane to start over.
However, as a Arcanist who is accustomed to quantifying and preventing all risks, he issued an extremely strict top order.
"Order all members of the royal family, as well as all elders of Illuminati and their immediate family members, to keep a fragment of their own 'Soulfire' in that Supreme Floating City," Ian His expression was solemn, "Once Empire encounters a catastrophic disaster, Floating City will automatically activate the backup Void Engine to escape, and use these saved fires to re-Resurrection us in an alien plane."
"What if someone refuses? After all, handing over Soulfire's fragments means great hidden dangers for high-level transcendent beings," Morgana asked. She was not worried about the loyal royal family, but Illuminati's old guys with ulterior motives may not be willing to cooperate.
"Explain the reasons truthfully," Ian responded coldly, "But the final decision lies in their own hands. If they are unwilling to leave the 'fire', then when Empire falls, they will lose the qualification to be taken away by civilization."
Ian stood up and was about to deal with the plundered Beast-Taming Plane. When he turned around, he happened to see Tsunade (Tsunade) staring at him with a look that looked at the monster.
"I have always known that you are a cautious person, but I never thought that you would be so paranoid," Tsunade sighed.
"In this cruel jungle universe, any slightest negligence means the destruction of civilization," Ian walked up to her with a deep look, "You have witnessed with your own eyes what I did to that Beast-Taming Plane. If you are not always prepared to deal with the worst situation, the same tragedy may befall Arcane Empire at any time. I must be responsible for these trillions of creatures."
"It sounds very tired," Tsunade murmured in a low voice.
"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. I long for power and Truth, so I must bear the weight of this ambition." Ian stretched out his hand and gently stroked her hair. His tone turned gentle, "As for you, you will be responsible for integrating the ninja group into the Empire The coordination work of. The information disclosed to the public is: you are from a special dimension that has just been 'discovered' by the Empire. In name, due to your status as the queen, the political status of the ninja in the Empire will be greatly protected."
In order to allow Tsunade to adapt to the tedious pace of the Empire internal affairs and high-demon battles as soon as possible, Ian specially arranged a set of extremely luxurious "advanced courses" for her. From diplomatic etiquette, politics and military strategies, to the most profound arcane theory. He even reserved an exclusive practice room blessed with "Time Acceleration" for her, and provided a large amount of expensive Potions to resist the chronic toxins caused by this time and space deviation to the body..
"Thank you," Tsunade felt Ian's caring that was hidden under the cold rationality.
After finishing his personal affairs, Ian walked towards the core area of the laboratory and suddenly asked casually, "House-elf, I have been thinking about giving my Supreme Floating City an official name. Do you have any good suggestions?"
"Since you are its Creation owner, you should decide the name," Morgana rarely complained.
"What do you think... call it 'Netheril'?" Ian suggested with a smile.
Morgana was stunned at first, and then quickly searched in the database. As an artificial intelligence, she instantly understood the meaning behind the name. In the ancient Multiverse legend, Netheril Empire may be the first great being among Void to transform the miracle of Floating City into the normal state of civilization.
"A tribute to the source of arcana? This is very much in line with the current tone of civilization of the Empire," Morgana nodded in agreement. So, an email regarding the official name change of the Empire flagship was sent to the terminals of all Empire's core executives and scientific research institutions in just a few seconds.
After completing these tedious tasks, Ian finally began the strategic task of this trip - to repair the severely damaged Ninth Tier Floating City.
This time, he was no longer stingy. He directly drained nearly a quarter of the Beast-Taming Plane "World Source Force".
This source of energy, which is purer and more versatile than Divine Power, instantly activated the broken self-healing arrays inside the city. Under the constant infusion of the Source Force tide, the originally twisted metal reorganized itself, and the broken runes were relit.
Only two days later, in the dazzling arcane brilliance, the city that was once on the verge of being scrapped came back to life, and even the armor on its surface, tempered by World Source Force, showed a deeper and stronger purple flow than before.
"The versatility of World Source Force is indeed better than that of Divine Power," Ian looked at the masterpiece with satisfaction, "How to distribute the remaining Source Force?"
"We only consumed a quarter of the total," Morgana reported the data.
"Allow a small portion to reward those elite Arcanist who are about to break through Soul Limitation, and the rest will be sealed as the highest-level strategic research sample," Ian made the allocation rationally.
Regarding the treatment of that Beast-Taming Plane, Ian's plan is even more ambitious and ruthless. He plans to plunder all the rare mineral veins in the plane, which is enough to buy three more fully equipped Ninth Tier Floating City for the Empire.
At the same time, he formed a research team composed of top Authority experts, preparing to settle in the plane and conduct devastating research on the remaining "rules" and "Cosmic Will" there. Because he firmly believed that Cosmic Will was the best solution for him to advance to the real Eleventh Tier position Arcanist.
After completing the months-long expedition to the alien plane, Ian first had a warm lunch with his parents and royal family members according to the itinerary made by Morgana. Afterwards, he put on a straight and solemn commander's robe and walked into the Empire war command room filled with a cold atmosphere.
There, Olivia, dressed in military uniform and with a heroic appearance, was standing in front of a huge holographic star map.
Ian habitually wanted to step forward for a tender kiss, but was stopped by Olivia's cold eyes.
"This is wartime, and this is the war room," Olivia's voice was as crisp and decisive as ever, but the fleeting relief deep in her eyes still could not escape Ian's eyes.
"Report the situation," Ian pulled out the chairperson's chair and regained his dignity as Empire Overlord.
"Hermione's decapitation operation in Abyss was very successful. She has forcibly taken control of a Abyss level and completed part of 'Plane Imprint's refining. Although the process has not been completely completed, we have been able to mobilize several Demons legions to work for us," Olivia said, pointing to a beating dark red area in the star map..
Through this method of "fighting barbarians with barbarians", the border defense line, which was originally strained due to Guznader's crazy counterattack, finally returned to a stable stalemate again.
"Now that the situation has been stabilized, next, we need your power to solve the two remaining unstable nails in Milky Way Galaxy," Olivia's eyes locked on two extremely dazzling coordinates in the star map.
"Which two parties?" Ian raised his eyebrows.
"Elves and Sage Clan," Olivia's expression was ruthless, "Especially the latter, their recent actions are somewhat unusual. We suspect that Sage Clan may have reached some kind of secret agreement on interdimensional trade with Wizard Plane behind the scenes."
A cold murderous intention flashed deep in Ian's eyes. In the Arcane Empire's territory, the only outcome for any force that attempts to serve as a "leading party" is to be completely wiped out. A new storm is quietly brewing under this seemingly calm star field.