The Military Control Committee, the Hunter Behind the Prey, Dissecting a God, the Holy Radiant Empire

The Supreme Meeting has concluded.

The Crimson Alliance declared a state of martial law and established a "Military Control Committee" with nine members. In addition to the four Pillar of the Nation, there were five other members, including Alliance Leader Tarlov and Grand Marshal Huomu, representing various interests from both the military and political spheres.

Afterwards, all affairs of the Alliance will be fully handled by the "Military Control Committee," Military Control Committee number one figure is Moon Breaker Maxwell.

After the establishment of the Military Control Committee, the top leadership of the Crimson Alliance became completely united, their decision-making speed increased dramatically, and their administrative efficiency was like a runaway horse.

In a very short time, the communication system on the Crimson Continent was basically restored. As large numbers of bio-warriors emerged from the Titan Fortress, stabilizing social order, killing rampaging thugs, and clearing away the disaster, many cities plagued by the virus and mutated believers emerged from darkness and gloom and embraced the light once again.

Inside the city, the damaged factories began reconstruction, with those only slightly damaged immediately going back into production. The people, having experienced the disaster, became unusually united, silently unleashing their small strength, like screws, slowly stabilizing the previously loose Alliance.

At the same time, the Alliance's strategic information forces were also reorganized. The Military Control Committee directly selected several outstanding mid-level officers to fill gaps in the high command and dispatched thousands of communications squads to various star sectors to build additional communications base stations.

It's not repairing, it's building from scratch!

The Military Control Committee wasn't stupid; of course they knew that the enemy would most likely be waiting near the original communication base station, just waiting for the repair personnel to arrive so they could ambush them.

In this situation, setting up another communication base station, although it may be more troublesome, greatly improves the concealment.

The location for building communication base stations is not chosen arbitrarily.

The strategy devised by the Military Control Committee was to focus on the Crimson Continent as the core, with the most resource-rich Magical Energy planets as the priority, followed by planets located at transportation hubs, then ordinary colony planets, and finally ordinary resource planets.

In terms of diplomacy, the Military Control Committee is also making its best efforts. The diplomatic corps, led by the Alliance Commander Tarlov, has been frequently meeting with diplomatic envoys from various countries to maintain dialogue and communication with high-level officials and to keep various conflicts under control as much as possible.

Fortunately, the leaders of various countries are not fools. They know that there is a powerful hand manipulating things behind the dramatic changes in the Alliance. Therefore, although they are all secretly taking advantage of the Alliance, they maintain a united front with the Alliance on the surface, including the Dawn Empire.

The Sea Dragon Alliance, due to its arch-enemy relationship and some secret cooperation with the Ashes, fought fiercely against the Alliance. The two armies clashed brutally on the battlefield, constantly depleting each other's national strength.

The dimensional rift can be seen as the underwater part of this vast ocean of dimensions, while the boundless Starry Sky can only be regarded as the surface of the water.

The more powerful a plane is, the more terrifying the number of its internal spatial layers.

The Elven Plane is just an ordinary plane, but it has more than ten million spatial layers. Each layer is separated by a seemingly insurmountable distance. Without sufficient technology or power, it is impossible to break through these spatial barriers.

At a certain moment, a pale golden light suddenly appeared in the deep, dark, and turbulent space. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a giant with black and gold colors intertwined.

He possesses two distinct divine powers: one evil and insane, the other holy and majestic, like water and fire. When they meet, there is only one outcome: death or life.

The furious voice of Diorus, the King of Ashes, boomed through the Divine Spark realm, "You cowardly rat, who gave you the audacity to attack the great Primordial God, the King of Ashes!"

The only response from Diorus was a contemptuous laugh. "Heh, a rat? Aren't you the same? You won't even give up this still-weak divine body, yet you have the nerve to bark and howl here. A laughable and pathetic creature."

"Court death!"

Diorus, enraged that his sore spot had been hit, did everything in his power to obliterate the will of this suddenly appearing god.

At the same time, he was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

The King of Ashes did not understand how this divine will came into being.

With such a fragmented Divine Spark, it should be impossible for it to give birth to the will of a god.

The Crimson Alliance's God-Creation Project had only been going on for a short time, and the King of Ashes had learned everything from Bai Ge'er's memories. In his knowledge, this unknown divine will should not have been born under any circumstances.

"Could it be that an external force is involved?" Diorus became wary.

But he quickly dismissed this guess. "The Spellcaster Association is not to be trifled with. This is just a remote place on the outer edge of the Astral Realm. It's impossible for any force to dare challenge the authority of the Spellcaster Association. Besides, what's the reason for awakening the will of the gods?"

Completely baffled, Diorus could only attribute it to Miracle of the Astral Realm.

What He didn't know was that, from beginning to end, the awakening of the divine will was merely a trap that Logo had casually set up during the martial arts tournament. Who would be caught in the trap was entirely up to fate. If he had known this, it's estimated that Diorus would have been furious beyond belief.

In the pitch-black darkness of the dimensional realm, two divine wills clashed. In the end, the broken Divine Spark prevailed, and the King of Ashes was defeated. In extreme resentment, he detached himself from his Divine Spark and vanished without a trace.

"Finally, the will of this evil god has been banished..." The divine will breathed a sigh of relief, mobilized its last bit of power to move its divine body to another dimensional rift, and then fell into deep thought.

In countless dimensions and boundless space, without a coordinate anchor point, it would be impossible to find this divine body that is only a hundred meters tall. Therefore, the divine will sleeps very peacefully.

Unbeknownst to Him, not long after, a towering alchemical tower burst through the dimensional Mist and descended with a deafening roar.

At the top of the Alchemy Tower, Madison and Logo stood side by side, the former's gaze burning as he scanned the slumbering 'god' below with great interest.

"See, teacher? I didn't lie to you, did I?" Logo said with a smile.

Madison looked at his prized disciple with suspicion. "I'm increasingly unable to understand you. How did you manage to do that? Could it be that you obtained some kind of incredible treasure related to Fate? And used it to deduce the location of the gods?"

The Cartographer, with a vivid imagination, offered his own guess.

Logo smiled mysteriously, neither confirming nor denying, thus giving an ambiguous answer.

Seeing this, Madison stopped asking questions. He wasn't one to pry into things; he preferred to find the answers himself.

"As agreed, I'll look after the 'deity' in exchange for research rights. The 'deity' still belongs to you, and you have the final say on its fate," Madison said, looking at Logo.

The latter nodded slightly in agreement.

Then, the alchemy tower shook violently, and a huge vortex appeared at its bottom, stirring up a large amount of spatial flow and swallowing the god's body.

Upon entering the alchemy tower, chains of runes emerged from all directions, tightly binding the deity's body.

With the rune mastery of the Cartographer Madison, even Peak Demigod wouldn't be able to escape from the alchemy tower he suppressed. This 'god' in a weakened state is even more so; the fact that he hasn't awakened from his slumber even after being taken into the alchemy tower shows just how bad his current condition is.

"By the way, there's something I wasn't planning to tell you, but now that you see this 'deity' from the Crimson Alliance, you must have gotten involved in the Crimson Alliance's upheaval, right?"

"I suppose there were some arrangements made," Logo didn't deny it.

"Well, in that case, I can't hide this from you." Madison pondered for a moment before speaking, "It's like this, yesterday afternoon, the Bloody Madam Tuya Locke of the Blood Clan approached me, wanting my help. She was vague and evasive, but I understood the general meaning; she probably wanted my help to deal with the top experts of the Crimson Alliance."

Upon hearing this, Logo's heart skipped a beat. "So, you agree?"

"Not yet, I'm prepared to refuse," Madison said bluntly. "Although this woman's offer is quite good, and I do miss the physical pleasure she once gave me, unfortunately, I am a member of the Tia Empire's council. Last time, I interfered in the feud between your Gendaya Royal Court and the Dawn Empire without reporting it, which already greatly displeased the members of the Mage Council. If I do it again, I'm afraid I will face severe sanctions from the Empire!"

The teacher's words made Logo slightly embarrassed, but he had long since developed a thick skin and didn't show it at all.

"What are the thoughts of the higher-ups in the Tia Empire?" Logo asked.

"They... are still the same. Twilight War, although their strength has basically recovered, their spirit and will are far inferior to what they were a thousand years ago. The current imperial leadership is generally appeasement-oriented, advocating good relations with all countries and refusing to take sides unless absolutely necessary, let alone engage in war."

When the topic came up, Madison seemed indifferent. He wasn't particularly concerned with national affairs, and the morale of the Tia Empire's high-ranking officials was even less of a concern for him.

Logo, however, recalled the political system and social structure of the Tia Empire, as well as its influence on the planet.

Although the teacher possessed exceptional alchemical talent, his political acumen was clearly mediocre, and he was even less knowledgeable about the state of the Tia Empire than the outsider himself.

The situation of the Tia Empire is not as simple as Madison makes it out to be. This country is quite mysterious. There is a saying on the Planet Oklo that perfectly explains the situation of the Tia Empire.

The most democratic yet most authoritarian country!

Democracy is a term used to describe Mage.

Dictatorship, on the other hand, targets ordinary people.

The Tia Empire was founded 5,800 years ago. It has a long and ancient history and is a pure magic empire. Here, Mage have an extremely high status, while other Transcendent professionals who are not Mage are discriminated against. Commoners without magical aptitude have no status at all and are merely slaves.

The Mage built floating cities, residing in the sky, displaying the arrogance of spellcasters to the fullest!

Here, even nobles without magical aptitude are still expelled from the floating city, stripped of their noble status, and demoted to commoners.

Therefore, the elite class of the Tia Empire consists of spellcaster families of all sizes, as well as various schools of magic.

Initially, the Tia Empire was inclusive and open up a wealth of magical knowledge for people to read and learn, attracting spellcasters from all over the plane to come and exchange ideas. It once became a magical holy land in the entire plane, and its development was exceptionally rapid, even surpassing the Dawn Empire.

However, as time went on, internal conflicts within the Tia Empire became increasingly prominent, with major magical families engaging in open and covert struggles, and the class conflict between ordinary people and spellcasters becoming more and more entrenched and irreconcilable.

The spellcaster families kept magical knowledge to themselves and were unwilling to let outsiders learn it, which gradually eliminated the flow of knowledge between the upper and lower classes.

Even the most talented commoners can only serve as lackeys for the spellcaster's family, or, if they're not careful, become experimental subjects or vessels for the reincarnation of some old monster.

Decay breeds, brewing a restless fire of rebellion.

After the rise of the Crimson Alliance, technological weapons gave ordinary people the power to resist, and the frequent uprisings greatly annoyed the spellcasters.

The rise of technological civilization has given mortals the power to resist the Transcendent.

The era when any Transcendent could dominate ordinary people is over. Teenagers, armed with simple kinetic firearms, can now kill ordinary Transcendent through surprise attacks. Although the probability is low, at least they are no longer completely powerless.

Therefore, since a thousand years ago, rebellions have frequently broken out within the Tia Empire. After all, simple kinetic firearms are too cheap to manufacture; the resources required to train a Tier One powerhouse are enough to produce hundreds of powerful firearms.

As a result, the status of mortals in the Tia Empire finally improved, and the arrogant spellcasters no longer regarded ordinary people as experimental subjects to be taken at will...

Perhaps for this reason, many spellcasters in the Empire believe that technological civilization is the natural enemy of Transcendent beings and magical civilization, and the relationship between the Tia Empire and the Crimson Alliance has always been very strained.

In this situation, it was fortunate that the Tia Empire didn't add fuel to the fire, given the Crimson Alliance's internal and external troubles.

Of course, this does not mean that the Tia Empire will help the Blood Clan.

This story inevitably involves the Twilight War a thousand years ago.

That great battle had a profound impact, and it continues to deeply influence the situation on Planet Oklo to this day.

First, the Crimson Alliance rose rapidly after the war.

The Dawn Empire has fallen from its hegemonic throne. Although its national strength remains number one, it is now bound by layers of shackles.

However, the morale of the Dawn Empire remained high. Most Geya People believed that what they had lost was merely a defeat in the last war, and they would fight back next time, demonstrating their strong sense of martial spirit.

In stark contrast, the Elf Race and Giant Race of the Corte Alliance...

These two races suffered heavy losses in the war, with a large number of adult members perishing, and they have yet to recover.

The advantages of long-lived species are obvious, as they can easily accumulate powerful individuals. However, their disadvantages are equally fatal; once they suffer a major blow, it is not easy for them to recover.

Perhaps it was for this reason that the Corte Alliance was slow to come to the aid of the Royal Court when it was attacked by the Dawn Empire; they were afraid of being defeated.

Similar to the Corte Alliance was the Tia Empire.

The Tia Empire operates under a "Mages' Council," with the "Cabinet Council" holding supreme power, headed by the "prime minister."

To some extent, the Tia Empire is quite democratic, although democracy here only applies to Mage and ordinary people with magical talent.

If the folk Mage disagree with starting a war, then the council's higher-ups can only watch helplessly.

Going against public opinion?

Learn about votes of no confidence.

Therefore, what truly determines the Fate of the Tia Empire is not the top Mage at the highest levels, but the entire community of Mage.

In this regard, high-ranking Mage also highly respect the opinions of lower-ranking Mage, and this is because of the unique values of the spellcasters.

They are extremely friendly to their own kind, but exceptionally cruel to those who are different.

That being said...

In the Twilight War, countless Mage families in the Tia Empire were shattered, and tens of millions of schools of magic collapsed. As a result, Mage still feel lingering fear whenever they think about it after the war.

It is precisely for this reason that, for thousands of years, the anti-war faction among the common people of the Tia Empire has always held a dominant position.

Launching a proxy war?

No problem, we strongly support it, and there are plenty of resources.

Head-on confrontation with an imperial-level power?

I'm sorry, but even the prime minister, if he dared to express this idea, would be immediately ousted from office.

Therefore, it's not that the higher-ups of the Tia Empire don't want to fight, but rather that the lower-level Mage won't allow it.

Having considered this, Logo basically understood the situation.

In the future, dealing with the Tia Empire will be much easier if we just focus on this one line.

Returning to the mortal realm with Professor Madison, the Alchemy Tower landed on "Ruibete Island" to facilitate the study of the gods.

This is an island with a diameter of about 300 kilometers, located in the center of Angedora Bay. It belongs to the public domain and can perfectly influence many forces, including the Xiya Archipelago, the southern coast, and the Seven Magitech Nations.

Originally named Rock Island, the island belonged to a well-known mercenary group. Later, under the financial offensive of the Ruibete Group, the mercenary group was incorporated into the group and became an armed company under the group. The island naturally came under the group's control.

The arrival of the Alchemy Tower caused no sensation; Madison had already gone into stealth mode.

Inside the tower, the 'deity' had been placed on an enormous operating table—or rather, an autopsy table.

The two alchemists, having already picked up their scalpels and prepared their recording devices, exchanged a glance and began their work.

"Damn it! Damn it! We've been tricked! Humans had no backup plan to break the Titan Fortress!"

Within the dark space, the Blood Clan elder, Ulan Ross, roared madly, his cheeks covered in dense black hairs that were as menacing as steel needles, and his pair of bloodshot eyes, which seemed to be devouring people, sent chills down the spines of the other elders.

The other elders were not surprised by the Grand Elder's furious outburst.

Because... they were just stood up.

In order to ambush the human Demigod, the Grand Elder not only brought in the Third Blood Ancestor, but also temporarily awakened the Second Blood Ancestor. He even went so far as to persuade the Ashes to send over a total of nine Demigod, including the Second of the Three Moons, Dark Moon Sylvain and Dark Moon Gelaxius.

Nearly twenty Demigod gathered, only to be met with nothing but empty air.

Under such circumstances, the reactions of the several Peak Demigod were predictable. The Grand Elder was almost entirely red-faced as he was reprimanded one by one.

Utter disgrace!

Therefore, no one dared to interrupt at this time, including the usually arrogant Karen Morgan.

With the Blood Ancestor absent, Ulan is the number one figure in the Blood Clan, and his strength far surpasses that of the other elders.

In addition, Ulan has always been a stable person and does not easily lose his temper, but when he does get truly angry, it's like the current situation where everyone is trembling with fear.

After a long while, and after venting his anger, Ulan Ross gradually calmed down, his black hair contracted, and his pupils returned to normal.

At this moment, the others dared to speak cautiously. Kudolin said in a deep voice, "Elder, although the humans tricked us, to be honest, we didn't suffer any substantial losses. We even learned that the humans failed to crack the Titan Fortress's backup plan. The situation isn't too bad."

Upon hearing this, Ulan Ross's expression softened further, and he gestured for Kudolin to continue.

"The situation is now clear. Humanity used these three days of downtime to mass-produce millions of bio-engineered soldiers, deploying them as security forces across the Crimson Continent. Combined with robot units and advanced weaponry, this has initially stabilized the situation," Kudolin said.

Ulan Ross nodded slightly, agreeing with Kudolin's summary and analysis, and then asked, "So, what do you think we should do next?"

"First, deploy a large number of the Blood Clan warriors to further disrupt the Alliance's situation, in conjunction with our hidden agents."

"Secondly, in coordination with the Sea Dragon Alliance and Ashes, we will exert pressure on the main battlefield and, leveraging our intelligence advantage, inflict as heavy a blow as possible on the Alliance's forces."

"To put it bluntly, the above two points are still just to stall the Alliance. Our true purpose is only one: to plunder talent and resources, and to develop a technological civilization on Planet Twilight that we Blood Clan will completely dominate!"

Kudolin said with a piercing gaze, his intention very clear: to weaken the Alliance while strengthening himself.

From the very beginning, Kudolin understood that the Blood Clan could not return to their original primitive, bloodthirsty way of life; enslaving a technologically advanced civilization to serve the Blood Clan was the optimal solution.

This has been proven over thousands of years.

Without the strong support of the Crimson Alliance's biotechnology, the Blood Clan race would not have developed to its current state, with its population expanding exponentially and possessing a complete system of order and civilization.

These are all benefits brought about by the Crimson Alliance.

With such obvious benefits, Blood Clan would never give up.

However, relying solely on the Blood Clan race to develop technological civilization is completely impossible.

Only the Blood Clan themselves know how terrible their scientific research talent is. Asking them to do scientific research is like asking a dwarf to dunk – it's simply asking too much.

Therefore, plundering people and talents is a necessary task; only by controlling humanity can the Blood Clan become even greater.

Ulan Ross's thoughts coincided with Kudolin's. After listening to the latter's suggestion, an appreciative look flashed across his face. "Very good Kudolin, you have a long-term vision. Let's do it this way. You go back to Planet Twilight immediately to be in charge of civilization construction, and I'll take care of disrupting the Alliance's situation."

"Elder, as a junior, how can I entrust you with such a dangerous task? Please let me stay," Kudolin quickly said.

Ulan Ross looked even more pleased; compared to the troublemaker Karen, Kudolin agreeable.

"Don't worry, my talent is inherited from the First Blood Ancestor, and I excel at preserving my life. Your strength is still weak. Only by returning to Planet Twilight can you fully utilize your talents!"

Ulan Ross said gently, patting Kudolin on the shoulder.

Kudolin looked extremely grateful, thanked him repeatedly, and then reluctantly turned and left.

No one saw the hint of relief that flashed in Kudolin's eyes after he turned away.

"Finally... we're out of this huge pit."

The Crimson Alliance is a huge pitfall, whatever. Anyway, Kudolin won't stay here. It's too dangerous. Those three lunatics from the Holy Sword Academy left a deep impression on him last time, even casting a shadow over him.

Furthermore, the fact that we were outmaneuvered this time shows that there are quite a few cunning and treacherous people on the human side. If we don't run now, when will we?

Kudolin was never a proponent of war, and his combat strength was relatively weak among Demigod of the same level. He knew his own limitations, and returning to Planet Twilight to farm and develop was the best outcome for him. Not only would he hold great power, but he would also be safe enough.

Under the will of the Council of Elders, the Blood Clan launched a large-scale attack.

Because the Blood Clan warriors are unaffected by the K11 Virus and are skilled in Concealment and assassination, with the support of numerous undercover agents and the machinations of the Ashes Organization and various foreign forces, the recently stabilized situation is once again on the verge of collapse, causing the Military Control Committee a great headache.

As dangerous signals emerged that the K11 Virus was undergoing further iterations and upgrades, the nine members of the Military Control Committee became even more tense and hurriedly began recruiting biochemistry and virology masters from across the entire plane, offering exceptionally generous commissions.

at the same time.

After the Great Purge began, the Dawn Empire, which had kept a low profile for a long time, officially announced its name change to the Dawn Empire [Holy Radiant Empire] 10 days after the upheaval in the Crimson Alliance.

Pope Anthony Douglas was crowned Emperor of the Empire on the Holy Mountain.