Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 308 Brigitte
At this moment, Hu Shatian lowered his head and apologized to Chen Zhou. The bulging muscles were faintly visible under his white robe, as if they might tear this human skin apart at any moment.

Chen Zhou lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips, the wood grain gleaming with a metallic sheen where he touched. This was a habit of alchemists when they were thinking—they always unconsciously transformed the objects they touched into a more perfect form.

"You certainly know how to act on your own."

His deep gaze swept over the still upright Golden Claw God, finally landing on Tiger Fiend: "Granted, you shall be punished by having the Dai clan branded with slave marks."

"Go find Huo Tian Shu and ask for the spiritual imprint."

Tiger Demon's sharp fangs gleamed slightly in the shadows. Knowing that Chen Zhou didn't blame him, he smiled and said, "I'll take care of it right away."

As the sound of the two generals' boots faded at the end of the corridor, there was another knock on the door.

"Come in."

I rubbed my temples. Why are there still so many things to do after the fight is over?

Chen Zhou felt a bit annoyed, but then he remembered that Huo Wuji was frantically approving documents and handling government affairs in his office on the floor above him, and it didn't seem so tiring anymore.
"Lord."

As the morning light pierced through the glass windowpanes, she stepped in, her gilded stilettos echoing like a kingfisher pecking at dewdrops on the bluestone pavement.

Her jade-like bones and icy skin, condensed from ten thousand years of cultivation, were wrapped in a custom-made secretary's suit that cut through snow and clouds. The pencil skirt's cinched waistline resembled the slight concave curve of a swan's neck as it lowered, and every step she took created flowing emerald waves—a reflection of her jade wings on earth.

The moment Chen Zhou's pen hovered above the official document, a wisp of green hair, sweet with the scent of morning mist, brushed against the back of his hand. As Brigitte leaned forward, her non-prescription glasses slipped slightly off her nose, the malachite pendant on the chain swaying like a pendulum, shattering the sunlight in the room into pale blue ripples.

"My lord."

She lightly exhaled a breath, her tongue touching the title, and her eyes behind her glasses were three inches softer than the clearest lake in the Starry Sky Forest.

Suddenly, a weight as light as falling petals pressed down on Chen Zhou's knees. She sat down with the poise of a swan playing in the water, but the hem of her skirt betrayed her thoughts; the curve of her knees together beneath the thin gauze resembled an unopened lotus petal.

Chen Zhou's teacup suddenly spilled out a half-moon shape—it was her earrings that were swaying, the pair of jade pendants carved into the shape of feathers rustling with her gentle breath.

"Master, is it necessary to report work like this?"

The last syllable was drowned out by the sudden warmth of their bodies pressed together.

Suddenly, the fountain pen held between Brigitte's fingers blossomed into a flower, the jade pendant on its cap echoing her hair color, casting shimmering green shadows on her snow-white neck. The purest wisp of soul power from when the 100,000-year-old soul beast transformed into a blush rising from her cheeks, emanating from her porcelain-white skin, more translucent than a human girl, yet all the more alluring due to her budding emotions.

Outside the window, real swans were skimming through the clouds, while the mist on her glasses was turning the entire blue sky outside into a hazy turquoise.

Feeling the warmth in his arms, Chen Zhou's long-lost fatigue eased somewhat. His left arm encircled Bi Ji's waist, while his right hand accepted the quantum terminal she offered. The holographic projection automatically unfolded into a semi-transparent screen, displaying a map showing the distribution of resource points across various continents.

Her waist slender, her right hand flipping through the documents she presented, the electric arcs flowing from her fingertips precisely burning away several key data points—potion formulas that required an alchemist to personally prepare.

"Hundreds of mines controlled by the Sun-Moon Federation"

Biji pressed her cheek against Chen Zhou's shoulder, the scent of herbs wafting through her hair. "And the Star Luo Continent and the Heaven Dou Continent... um... the locations of the metal mines on both continents are all there. Hah."

She suddenly bit her lower lip, because Chen Zhou's palm was stroking the lines on her back where her soul bone was manifesting.

That was the very source of the Emerald Swan, so sensitive that Brigitte lost all her strength and collapsed weakly against Chen Zhou's chest, like a piece of soft, boneless velvet. Chen Zhou, however, had already discerned the truth through the document that had shaken the continent. Before Dai Tianling's suicide, the Star Luo Emperor had secretly transferred the entire royal family's strategic reserves—three tons of sunken silver core crystals were buried thirty meters underground in an alchemical matrix within Star Luo City, enough to arm three full-strength Soul Master regiments.

"They're quite good at hiding it."

Fingertips traced alchemical runes on Brigitte's waist, a blue light flowing down from the slit of her cheongsam. The runes landed and transformed into miniature messengers, hopping and darting into the cracks in the floor to convey their master's will—Golden Claw God would soon receive a new search warrant.

Taking advantage of the momentum of unification, we should sweep the world clean in one fell swoop, rather than having various troubles, big and small, coming our way in the future.

The moment was interrupted by the sudden ringing of a communicator.

Brigitte frantically tried to stand up, but the alchemist pressed her down onto his lap. The holographic projection revealed the Demon Emperor's distorted face; this deep-sea demon whale was trapped in a cage woven from the roots of the World Tree, its body wreathed in pale blue arcs of electricity.

"My lord."

The Demon Emperor's voice sounded particularly hoarse through the electronic device, "I know the coordinates of the Sea God's inheritance site."

Chen Zhou suddenly tightened his grip on Bi Ji's arm, causing the Emerald Swan to let out a soft hum. This action elicited a strange expression from the Demon Emperor in the projection—she probably hadn't expected the cold-blooded alchemist to have such a human moment.

"A meritorious service at the cost of a crime?"

Chen Zhou used the end of his pen to lift Bi Ji's chin, a gesture that made him look like he was admiring a work of art rather than conversing with a prisoner. "The divine trial ruins left behind by Tang San in the mortal realm are indeed valuable, but..."

The pen suddenly pierced the holographic projection, striking the Demon Emperor's brow. Even through the virtual screen, the Deep Sea Demon Whale trembled as if electrocuted—it was a temporary mental link established by Chen Zhou through alchemy.

"I do not care."

The alchemist's voice suddenly turned icy, "I only want to know, besides this, what other value can you bring me?"

In this plane, the so-called gods are nothing more than powerful humans who have become infinitely long-lived by relying on the longevity substances of the divine realm.

So-called divinity and laws actually require a divine position to obtain and cultivate to control.

How could Chenzhou possibly need such a useless successor?
The Demon Queen's face contorted in the electric current. A long, narrow gash suddenly split open on her forehead, and blue-gold liquid dripped from her nose onto the roots of the World Tree—that drop of divine blood caused the branches of the cage to grow sharp thorns wildly. The excruciating pain caused her to curl up in a ball, yet she still stared intently at Chen Zhou:

"The Deep Sea Demon Whale Clan is willing to control the sea for you, and is willing to control everything in the ocean for you!"

"After becoming a god, Tang San spent a hundred years in the mortal realm searching for the places of inheritance of various gods. Most of them were sunk into the ocean, which is why almost no one has been able to find the place of inheritance to inherit the divine position of the gods since him."

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