I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 611: Chapter 471: Senate, Empire Resolution

Dongfang Haoyue and Zhuge Yu did not return to the Ice Extreme Pass, but instead, with their subordinates and the sealing team members, directly boarded a flying device headed for the Mingwang Planet’s star gate base station.

They understood the importance of the Ice Gate and needed to bring the news back to the royal star as soon as possible, to be handled by the family’s upper echelon.

After passing through the star gate, the flying device arrived at the East Emperor Continent on the royal star. The two did not waste a moment. As soon as they landed, they went directly to their family headquarters to report their findings from Mingwang Planet, including the Luoho Clan’s secret research, the state of the Ice Gate, and Gao Shiniang’s testimony.

At the same time, Qin Tian in the command room at the Ice Extreme Pass, compiled a report on the detailed situation of the Ice Gate, attaching videos and pictures, and sent it to his superior Yang Zheng.

Once the Dongfang Family, Zhuge Clan, and the Military Department were informed, a wave of unrest swept through the previously calm Imperial Capital.

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Military Department Headquarters Building

Yang Zheng looked at the report sent by Qin Tian, unable to suppress a smile: ”Marshal Lin, that kid Qin Tian really can’t sit still for a moment.”

His tone was full of admiration. Qin Tian had been in office as the Guardian Envoy of the Ice Extreme Pass for less than a week. First, he removed Duan Guangtai, a thorn in the Ice Extreme Pass, then retaliated strongly against the Luoho Clan. He then discovered the Cold Tree that could change the configuration of Mingwang Planet. Now he even unearthed the Luoho Clan’s secrets hidden for years. Each task was executed beautifully, gaining advantages for our side and causing significant losses for political enemies.

Especially as the Luoho Clan’s years of carefully guarded secrets were completely ruined by Qin Tian’s interference, with key figures brought back to the royal star.

He could only imagine how furious the Luoho Clan must be now, quite possibly still oblivious to who caused their downfall.

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng, known for his cold demeanor, couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

Marshal Lin sat behind the desk, eyes fixed on the holographic projection of the Ice Gate—ancient and mysterious, with two ice pillars in front inscribed with unreadable text, exuding an aura of ancient desolation.

After contemplating for a moment, he said to Yang Zheng: ”Yang Zheng, immediately report the situation to the Military Department Committee. Apply for the dispatch of the 29th Army to Mingwang Planet to completely seal off the site and prohibit anyone from approaching.”

”Yes!”

Yang Zheng nodded heavily. Normally, the committee is filled with factions often at odds, but in such significant events involving potential ancient relics, the committee members would make immediate decisions.

Especially when it involves the Luoho Clan, a Holy Blood Clan notoriously disreputable within the Empire, the committee’s decision speed will only quicken, ensuring the Luoho Clan has no chance to meddle further.

Yang Zheng turned and left, preparing to draft the application documents, leaving Marshal Lin alone in the office. Gazing at the holographic projection of the Ice Gate, his eyes brooding, he murmured, almost inaudibly:

”What is meant to come, will inevitably come.”

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In the core area of the royal star, the Political Council’s structure resembled a dormant giant beast, solemn and magnificent.

Steps paved with white marble extended high into the sky, with a massive dome carved with a star totem. Sunlight streamed through colored glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

The departments in the courtyard are numerous, each performing its duty, the rustle of documents and soft discussions of officials intertwining, yet maintaining an orderly solemnity—this is the core place of political decision-making in the Empire, where every decision pulls at the strings of the entire Empire.

In the highest-level council chamber, around the circular conference table sit over a dozen on-duty councilors, wearing robes embroidered with star patterns, expressions serious as they engage in a discussion about ”Mingwang Planet Resource Allocation”.