Logo didn't know what the Dawn Pope was thinking, nor did he care to guess.
Even if they guessed it, it wouldn't matter. The relative positions and combined resources of both sides meant that, no matter what, Logo was at a significant disadvantage.
He only needed to understand one thing: at this moment, the Dawn Empire and the White Wolf Kingdom were aiming to cripple the Royal Court; otherwise, they wouldn't be launching such a frenzied offensive.
Given this, the most urgent task is to both repel the enemy's attack and develop our own capabilities.
To some extent, the current chaotic situation is very favorable to Logo and the Left Prime Minister's reform plans.
Although the Old Blood Faction is stubborn, they are generally loyal and reliable.
In the event of foreign invasion, their attention was almost entirely focused on resisting the invasion, and even if they were dissatisfied with the reform measures in the rear, they would try their best to restrain themselves.
Frankly speaking, from this perspective, Logo and the Left Prime Minister are bullying honest people.
However, there's no way around it; the rise of the Gendaya Tribe as a whole will inevitably harm the interests of some people.
Back at White Wolf Castle, the party disbanded, Logo went to the laboratory.
Under the bright yet soft white light, various precision alchemy instruments were neatly arranged. Compared to a month ago, the number and variety of instruments in the laboratory had not only doubled, but their quality had also improved significantly.
All of them are of Legend quality.
This is probably the most advanced laboratory on the entire Planet Oklo, and even on the Elven Plane, perhaps even the only one.
After all, who would equip themselves with a Legend quality measuring cup?
That's absolutely outrageous.
Only Logo, who possessed the Power of Legend, could have built such a luxurious laboratory on his own.
Upon entering the laboratory, the Sky Eagle Mecha folded into a five-centimeter-long, three-centimeter-wide fiery red metal card with a series of clicking sounds. It was thin and light as a feather and slowly floated into the pocket.
In just one month, Logo's Mechanics skill leveled up three times. He had been forced to hold back his level to Power of Legend, but the explosion of his hidden potential, combined with the significant growth of his Eye of Insight, created an upgrade Miracle that seemed almost impossible to other alchemists.
With his level 24 Alchemical Mechanics and the added benefit of the Eye of Insight, Logo's understanding and mastery of Matter Folding Technology are on par with some master-level figures.
Arriving at the northeast corner of the laboratory, on a special device three meters high that resembled an altar, a mass of Dark Flesh the size of a thumb pulsated gently under the constraint of a magnetic field, like a miniature dark heart.
After becoming a high-level alchemist, Logo's understanding of Dark Flesh deepened, and he was able to conduct more in-depth research.
In addition to enhancing the "Black Blood Potion" three times during this period, he also used the corrosive properties of Dark Flesh to cultivate a microorganism called "Devouring Insect".
In terms of strength, a single First-Tier Transcendent could wipe out all the Devouring Insect cultivated by Logo.
However, the role of the Devouring Insect is not combat; it is a functional microorganism whose main function is to feed on materials with the properties of light.
Using darkness to erode light!
Grow by absorbing the power of light!
This is where the true power of the Devouring Insect.
Theoretically speaking, the Devouring Insect could even slowly devour a Demigod- level light attribute powerhouse.
Of course, this is all predicated on the strongman not resisting.
But this is astonishing enough. After all, most of the time, when Demigod lies there and is attacked by Transcendent below the Sanctuary, the latter are mostly helpless. It's like trying to hit steel with cotton; the difference is fundamental and difficult to overcome.
A bottle of holy water was taken out and poured into a petri dish. Like a swarm of liquid darkness, the Devouring Insect swarmed in, surrounding the golden holy water and frantically devouring the light power contained within. In less than a minute, the bottle of holy water, worth tens of thousands of Ta Pound, was completely consumed, and the size of the Devouring Insect also expanded by about 5%.
Bottle after bottle of holy water was thrown into the petri dish, followed by various Transcendent materials with luminous properties. Within half an hour, Logo had consumed 500,000 Ta Pound.
The Devouring Insect swarm, on the other hand, completed an evolution, and its population more than doubled.
"Based on the current progress, in approximately 61 hours, 23 minutes, and 53 seconds, this batch of Devouring Insect will be able to devour materials with Divine properties." In front of the petri dish, Logo's pupils flickered, a massive flow of information converged, and rows of experimental data poured out like a waterfall.
"A mere piece of flesh can cultivate Devouring Insect and Black Blood Potion; it's almost certain that this is the flesh of an evil god. Only God Level being could possess such an incredible material composition. It's amazing. If only I could dissect a living god."
Logo stared intently at the pulsating black flesh above him. Alchemists' thirst for the unknown and their desire to explore are undeniable, and Logo's desire in this regard was far greater than that of ordinary alchemists.
After feeding the Devouring Insect, Logo continued with his other research.
Immersed in the vast ocean of alchemy, he was completely oblivious to the passage of time.
"Boss, the Left Prime Minister has sent someone to invite you to the palace for a meeting." Crassus's voice suddenly rang out from the dome.
Logo, who was optimizing the [Destroyer Warhammer], stopped what he was doing. A flash of golden-blue energy appeared, and the three-meter-long mechanical hammer transformed into a black card, which Logo casually put into his pocket before stepping out of the laboratory.
Ten minutes later.
Royal Palace.
Logo caught the strong liquor that floated down from the sky, drank it down casually, and asked directly, "What is it?"
"Ten days from now, the major powers near Angedora Bay will hold a meeting to announce the establishment of the [Angedora Bay Rare Metals Community]. Are you interested in representing the Royal Court at the meeting?"
"Community?"
Logo seemed thoughtful. "It seems that as the situation on the planet becomes increasingly volatile, all sides are getting restless and starting to form alliances!"
"It's normal to stick together and keep warm," the Left Prime Minister said with a slight smile.
"Sending me there is an attempt to announce to the world my status in the Royal Court?" Logo toyed with the cone-shaped wine glass in his hand.
"What? You're unwilling?" The Left Prime Minister keenly caught the shift in Logo's tone.
Logo smiled and shook his head. "It's not that I'm unwilling, it's just that I have another, better identity."
"Oh?" The Left Prime Minister raised an eyebrow.
Tell me about it!
"Would it be better for the chairman of Ruibete Group to attend the meeting in this capacity?"
"Is that so?... If I remember correctly, your Ruibete Group headquarters should be located on a public island in Angedora Bay, right? It seems you're planning to join this Community under the group's name?"
Left Prime Alex's insight remained sharp; he saw through Logo's plan almost instantly.
"You're right. Compared to the Gendaya Royal Court, Angedora Bay is more likely to accept the Ruibete Group. If managed well, the Ruibete Group might become the connecting point between the two sides." As he said this, the Radiance in Logo's eyes was undeniably wild.
The Left Prime Minister was taken aback at first, then fell into deep thought. After a long while, he finally raised his head and said in a low voice, "This is difficult!"
"I told you, I like challenging tasks." The curve of Logo's lips was clearly visible, like a sharp and menacing scimitar.
"Then go ahead and do it, in your own way. The Royal Court will provide you with the necessary support." The Left Prime Minister didn't say anything more. What he needed was a king who could lead the tribe to rise, not a puppet who would obey his every command.
The Left Prime Minister was pleased with Logo's choice.
In times of chaos, the Gendaya People did not need a king who adhered to the old ways; what was more important was a willingness to take risks and explore new frontiers.
"By the way, how's the alchemy factory construction going?" Logo asked.
"The first factory has been completed. Based on the blueprints for the Maker series of alchemical creatures you provided, the Royal Court Alchemists have manufactured over 100,000 Maker of Type I to Type VI, all of which are now in mass production at the first alchemy factory."
How's the production?
"Very impressive!" The Left Prime Minister subconsciously sat up straight, his tone filled with disbelief and clearly visible excitement. "The individual mechs produced by these Maker are of extremely high quality and produced in enormous quantities. If just one alchemy factory continues to operate continuously, it can produce enough individual mechs to equip two armies in a single month."
"Unfortunately, in order to ensure the three-year plan can proceed, we can only keep 10% of these mechs; the rest must be sold to increase revenue."
At this point, the Left Prime Minister's tone became somewhat helpless.
Logo expressed his understanding, saying that the Royal Court was too poor, and its economy had always been a major weakness. In addition, with the outbreak of war, the resources consumed every moment were enormous.
Under these circumstances, it is theoretically impossible to carry out a three-year plan that would incur enormous costs.
In other words, Logo possesses too many advanced technologies, enabling him to generate foreign exchange on a large scale while producing, thereby offsetting consumption. Otherwise, completing the construction of the alchemical industrial base within three years would have been nothing but a pipe dream.
"The profits generated by the factory must be used for the construction of new factories. I hope you will always adhere to this principle." Logo looked directly into the eyes of the Left Prime Minister.
The Left Prime Minister smiled gently, but his words were chillingly cold. "That's for sure. Anyone or any family that dares to covet these funds will suffer a terrible fate."
"Hmm!" Logo nodded, then asked, "Has the Dawn Empire reacted in any way to our construction of the alchemy factory?"
"Not yet, probably because they think we're just daydreaming. But with the successful sale of the first batch of individual mechs and the return of funds, as well as the completion of the second and third alchemy factories, those Geya People with noses more sensitive than dogs should be getting restless!" The Left Prime Minister's eyes were already narrowed to slits, like a venomous snake hidden in the darkness. Logo knew without a doubt that this seemingly gentle and refined guy, who was actually a madman inside, was definitely brewing some kind of conspiracy against the Dawn Empire.
Logo chose to observe from the sidelines, as he was indeed not good at this.
However, he did offer a suggestion to the Left Chancellor.
Backup alchemy plant.
Or rather, a hidden alchemy factory.
It's always good to keep something a secret, no matter what it is.
Only stability can ensure longevity.
"You mean, secretly establishing an alchemy factory?" The Left Prime Minister frowned. "I've considered that."
"However, you need to understand how difficult it is to hide a massive alchemical production base."
"The first issue is the venue."
"On Planet Oklo, apart from the other five major imperial powers, no one could build a production base of this scale without the Dawn Empire's spies' knowledge, not even underground."
"Unless it's an extremely large Underdark."
"However, the Underdark owned by the Royal Court each have their own missions, and even if a few were forcibly freed up, it would be difficult to meet your requirements."
"Furthermore, you should understand that the spatial structure of the Underdark is actually quite unstable, making it easy to detect and penetrate."
The Left Prime Minister's expression was filled with helplessness; what Logo had thought of, he had also thought of.
Unfortunately, I don't have the means.
"Planet Oklo doesn't work, what about other planets?" Logo asked, still unwilling to give up.
The Left Prime Minister shook his head with a wry smile, "That's even more impossible. Let alone finding a site to build a factory, even if the alchemy factory were built, the supply of raw materials and the transportation of finished products would be problems. We don't have a powerful space escort fleet. Not to mention the fleet of the Dawn Empire, even with the current size of the Royal Court's fleet, we couldn't stop a single powerful space pirate group. We can't possibly send Demigod- level experts to escort every shipment, can we?"
"This..."
Logo fell silent.
Facing the powerful Dawn Empire, hiding is simply too difficult.
"How about we cooperate with the Corte Alliance?" the Left Chancellor suggested.
Logo pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "How can we entrust such a crucial lifeline to others? Don't forget, our ally is unreliable!"
After saying this, the two exchanged a glance, both feeling a sense of unease.
The atmosphere became somber.
Logo lowered his head, deep in thought.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on the Left Prime Minister. "What do you think about building the alchemy factory in a demiplane?"
"A demiplane?" The Left Prime Minister's pupils trembled violently. "Do you know where there are unclaimed demiplanes?"
Logo stroked his cheek and gave a strange smile. "I guess so!"
"Where is it?" the Left Prime Minister asked anxiously. A demiplane, not to mention the vast resources it contains, the value of the demiplane itself is immeasurable.
Meeting the Left Prime Minister's burning gaze, Logo smiled faintly, "Please don't be in a hurry. There are some things I'm not sure about yet. Let me check, and I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."
"Alright!" The Left Prime Minister sighed and instructed, "If you need any help, just let me know. Having a demiplane in hand will give the Royal Court another powerful trump card."
Logo nodded slightly, then left the palace.
Back in the lab, Logo took out a green leaf, tapped it lightly, and a stream of light flew out, transforming into a phantom projection—his cheap teacher, Maidisenna.
"What is it?" the old man stretched and said slowly.
"Can you crack this?"
As he spoke, the Fire of Birth in Logo's palm began to surge, eventually transforming into an extremely complex and intricate pattern.
"This is... a spatial Rune Array?"