Heavenly Ascension Chronicles Chapter 1096: A Strategic Advantage - Novel Cool

Chapter 1096: A Strategic Advantage

Chapter 1096: A Strategic Advantage

In the east wing of Aurelium Palace, within the Sovereignty Hall.

Olin entered the lounge, where officials from various departments and organizations awaited their audience with the Governor.

The walls were covered in undulating bio-membranes, emitting faint bioluminescence that shifted colors and patterns, never repeating.

Above, a hemispherical glass dome projected soft light, but every so often, it would rotate, as if a giant eye observing everything within the hall.

At that moment, the Governor's office door opened, and Cassius emerged with an Interior Affairs official.

Olin glanced inside. On the Governor's expansive desk, the Federation flag flashed momentarily before the door swiftly closed.

Cassius, after exchanging a few words with the Interior Affairs official, gestured for him to follow, leading the way down a side corridor.

The two stopped before a transparent partition wall, where a miniature glowing plant illuminated this side, filling the air with a faint herbal fragrance.

"How's the situation?" Olin asked.

"The Strategy Affairs Department just sent a report," Cassius said. "Fan Zhentong likely sent a portion of his flesh and blood there once." He paused, "This might be his intentional leak to us."

"Flesh and blood?"

"Yes, how to explain... Just like the one beside the Governor, we always meet him at the same time in different places, and we can converse with different 'him'."

Olin recalled the figure with no specific appearance, not even knowing if it was male or female, and suddenly understood. His tone turned cheerful as he asked, "So the Western Coast Party's attempt failed?"

Cassius hummed.

"It seems that Mr. Chen is highly valued by Dashun. Otherwise, the Dashun Visit Group wouldn't have spared any effort to help him."

"Ah, about this, I have to correct you," Cassius said. "Fan Zhentong is a staunch Dashunist and a very traditional Dashun person. He has an East Coast parental-style concern for all his subordinates."

Olin, having been to Dashun, tried to understand and asked, "So he treats everyone as his 'children'?"

"In my opinion, yes," Cassius replied.

Olin shrugged and said, "Well, I just spoke with Tu. Dashun's stance this time is firm, and they don't seem willing to compromise." After the Western Coast Party's attempt failed, "they must be restrained, or else negotiations might become difficult to continue."

"I agree with your opinion," Cassius said. "The Governor's plan cannot be affected. This concerns the Federation's future, and the Western Coast Party should be restrained."

Their opinions aligned. If the Western Coast Party succeeded this time, then they could take it as a given. But who asked about your failure? In this matter, failure is shameful, while the victor can be blameless.

"Then we'll change our attitude towards the Dashun Visit Group," Olin said.

Cassius nodded. They didn't express their stance, wanting to use this issue to grasp the other side. Since continuing this matter had become utterly profitless, and there was even a possibility that the Western Coast Party's involvement might stall the issue, they decided not to entangle themselves further.

"Just the Western Coast Party," Olin said, "they will certainly use this as an excuse to create obstacles for us in Congress."

Cassius decisively said, "We won't stop them. If they wish, they can resolve this matter themselves, unless they want us to intervene." He mocked, "Will they?"

"That group of psychotics probably won't," Olin mocked. "They'll only live in their own world."

Cassius knew this matter had reached its end. The previous action had failed, so if they wanted to resolve this, unless the Throne Fighter intervened.

But in reality, every Throne Fighter was a national asset, with numerous places to guard and international supervision when acting within the inner world.

Of course, only a portion of their strength was outside this framework. But even this couldn't stop or defeat the other party. It indicated that relying on conventional forces was no longer feasible to resolve this matter.

"What about the Voice of Star Spirits? Will we just abandon that place?" Olin asked. "What's the Governor's Office's opinion?"

"That place hasn't crossed the Central Rift yet. Strictly speaking, it's the Western Coast's territory. We can't get it, so let those First People and the Western Coast Party fight over it. Moreover, compared to that place, the Voice of Star Spirits is insignificant."

"Well, if that's the case..." Olin said, "Then I think we can use this as leverage, allowing our Dashun friends to accept our goodwill. Hmm... Let me think. How should I put it in Dashun's words?"

Cassius, using stiff Dashun language, said, "A favor in the flow."

"That's it," Olin tapped his belly and smiled, "A favor in the flow." He looked at his watch, "Time's almost up. I should go see the Governor."

Meanwhile, Tu Haisheng and Fan Zhentong arrived together at the Dashun Foreign Affairs Hall and reported this matter to the delegation leader, Jiang Hongzhi.

Jiang Hongzhi was in his early fifties, well-preserved with a straight posture and thick, black hair. His muscles were visible under his formal attire, making him appear like a young man in his thirties.

After listening to the report, Fan Zhentong asked, "Mr. Fan, did Chen Chu Zhang handle this matter himself, is that confirmed?"

Fan Zhentong replied, "When I arrived, Chen Chu Zhang had already resolved the issue, and he wasn't injured. I can confirm that he handled it alone."

"Mr. Fan, I don't understand the matters between you fighters, but I know that each of you has a different level. Can this be done?"

Fan Zhentong paused for a moment and said, "In theory, yes."

"In theory?"

"Yes, as long as a person can pass through every obstacle without any flaws and maximize their potential, then they can obtain a stronger body and mind than those at the same level. I believe it's possible."

"Has there been such an example before?"

"Yes."

Fan Zhentong nodded and said, "For instance, that person from the Liu family."

Jiang Hongzhi thought for a moment, "The one who was supposed to be sent to Jibei?"

"It's him."

Fan Zhentong said, "There are many 'people' in the old imperial family who can do it because they have transformed even more. They have an additional set of divergent organizations, and the older they are, the more deeply their divergent organizations transform, and the stronger they become."

Tu Haisheng spoke coldly beside him, "In the past, the old imperial family enslaved the world, relying on this kind of transformation."

Jiang Hongzhi paused and said to his assistant, "Bring me the report about Chen Chu Zhang." The assistant immediately took out the prepared report from the bag and handed it to him.

Jiang Hongzhi looked at it and saw that Xie Xinmin, who had replaced Chen Chuan, had applied for some resources from the homeland. He showed it to Fan Zhentong.

"Mr. Fan, are these the cultivation items you use?"

Fan Zhentong glanced at it and said, "Yes, these are the cultivation items he uses at this stage."

Jiang Hongzhi asked, "Are these enough?"

"For ordinary people, yes."

Jiang Hongzhi hummed in agreement, "Then, in my name, let's apply for another batch of resources for Chen Chu Zhang from the homeland." The assistant immediately took out a pen to record, then looked up and asked, "Commander, what's the reason for the application?"

Jiang Hongzhi said, "After killing three, possibly four Eternal Life Realm fighters, and holding back the Dongxuan Realm fighters' assault, dispersing the pressure on the invading Kawatuya, and transcending the limits to complete the national task, isn't this reason enough?"

The assistant immediately wrote it down, and after Jiang Hongzhi signed, he said, "Commander, I'll send the telegraph now."

At this moment in the federal capital, representatives from various countries, companies, and many spies and intelligence personnel gathered. The news of this conflict couldn't be hidden from the Voice of Star Spirits. Soon, partial messages about this matter were transmitted out.

After the battle in Jibei that defeated the Active Consciousness, Chen Chuan's figure and information about him entered the eyes of the upper echelons of various countries.

However, intelligence personnel from various countries generally believed that this person could successfully handle this conflict, not only because of his own strength but also because of the reasonable guess that, in addition to being contrary to common sense, there was no precise intelligence to support it, so only the information that was more in line with common sense and facts was accepted.

In Alantawa Continent, Suwalen Town, a typical dependent Central City's outer town.

The town's residents included many immigrants from the Noralos Theocratic Kingdom, and of course, there were also laborers from the Samawoga Continent. They were equipped with the cheapest exo-skeletal armor and engaged in the most basic and arduous work.

The town's architectural style was from fifty years ago, building after building, all dull and rigid concrete structures. The streetlights on both sides were very tall, and the light was very bright, with a long distance between each one.

Under a certain building, at this moment, a fierce conflict was coming to an end, and in fact, it only took five minutes from start to finish.

Over a hundred gang members were lying in front of the building, and the ground was littered with bullet casings and twisted limbs. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, but it was clear that everyone had died from a fatal strike without suffering too much before death.

The puppet, after solving the last one, held a cane and silently walked out.

Just as he walked out, "Bang bang bang," a row of car lights lit up, all shining on him.

It could be seen that there were many armed and loaded figures on both sides of the vehicle, but he didn't even blink, and with an expressionless face, walked with a steady pace. The blood still dripped from the cane in his hand, drop by drop, flowing onto the ground behind him.

At this time, a person with a plump figure walked out, wearing a fedora, a formal suit, and looking at the latter's blood-colored wooden cane with small eyes, he said, "Ah, Mr. Blood Cane, it seems you've exterminated those rats from the Grey Rat Gang. I really don't know what else could trouble you."

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