Highway Survival for All: My RV's Infinite Evolution

Us City.

The second largest city in the Torres Empire.

It covers an area of ​​1 square kilometers, which is 20 times the size of Tiejicheng.

Located on the eastern edge of the Empire, more than 5,000 kilometers away from the ground bases of the Mechanoids, it is the most fortified barrier in the eastern border of the Empire.

For this reason, the "Us Chapter" stationed here is undoubtedly the strongest of all the chapters in the Empire.

The Ironspine City Chapter has only three high-level psionicists, while the Us Chapter has a full thirty!

What's even more special is that among these thirty high-level psionicists, fifteen are of the Fate type. The chapter leader of the Us Chapter, Asamen, is a Rank 9 being, ranking among the Empire's five greatest Rank 9 psionicists.

These Fate-based psionicists formed a special organization within the chapter—the Think Tank.

Because of the existence of their think tank, the Us Chapter's operational methods are unique in the entire Empire. They rely on divination to predict impending wars, dangers, and even enemy tactics, then deploy resources in advance to ensure victory!

Last night, several creatures of the Kreece type were predicted by the think tank, but as soon as they stepped into the border of Us City, they were immediately suppressed by the military.

However, divining about the creatures of the Khrushchev lineage is an extremely dangerous thing.

Creatures of the Kreece type are inherently corrupted and are easily tainted during divination.

Fortunately, the passive skill of fate-type psionicists is "danger prediction". Once they sense that there is danger in the divination, they will immediately stop it and let someone of a higher rank take over.

However, this "danger prediction" is not absolute.

If the person being divined is of a high rank, the danger prediction will fail.

For example, the 8th-tier Fate Master who tried to divine why the Mechanical Eldar suddenly launched a full-scale counterattack, and the Lord of Torres who lost control of his divination, were instantly mutated into monsters after just one glance at Him!

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at the same time.

Inside an office in the military district of Uss.

Zhuge Mo adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, pondering the current situation of the "Huihuang Chamber of Commerce".

Although the Empire will not make things difficult for the Merchant Guild because of the relationship with Brida, there will inevitably be some individuals who will do something unwise in order to obtain high-grade metals.

then......

Zhuge Mo drafted a proposal and sent it to Lin Hui.

He suggested that they directly contact the imperial leadership under the name of "Huihuang Chamber of Commerce".

In the collaboration to exchange scrap iron for superalloys, one more condition will be added: superalloys will be included as a commodity in the Star Shield Army's merit exchange system.

In this way, the Chamber of Commerce was essentially cloaked in the official coat of the empire.

Anyone who tries to harm a member of the Radiant Chamber of Commerce is tantamount to provoking the Star Shield Army!

Moreover, members of the Chamber of Commerce only need to trade safely at the ordnance depots of the major war groups, which significantly reduces the risk and increases the efficiency of material acquisition exponentially.

Of course, there is an important prerequisite: super alloys are not exchanged for merit points. Instead, they are exchanged for rare materials, blueprints, starstones, etc.

"drop."

Less than a minute after the message was sent, Lin Hui's reply popped up.

[Lin Hui: Good idea, let's do it your way. The coordination and negotiation are yours; get to work.]

Seeing this brief reply, Zhuge Mo's lips twitched, and he gave a helpless bitter smile.

He really knows how to be a hands-off manager without a care in the world!

But what can I do? I'm the vice president.

Just as Zhuge Mo was organizing the negotiation materials.

With a "click," the door was pushed open.

"Brother Mo~ The company commander wants to see you in a meeting."

A sweet, slightly shy female voice drifted in.

Zhuge Mo raised his head.

A huge figure, nearly three feet tall, walked in with a hunched back; it was Guo Tiantian.

At this moment, her [Spiritual Arts - Strength Enhancement] specialization had reached level 5. Her already robust physique was now even more muscular, and her thick arms were almost twice as thick as Zhuge Mo's thighs.

However, on this body, which is even more robust than a warrior's mech, sits a sweet face.

Zhuge Mo's lips twitched, and he said with a wry smile, "Sweetie... let's talk about something. Could you change how you address me? You can just call me by my full name, that's fine too!"

Guo Tiantian shook her head vigorously, creating a gust of wind: "That won't do! We're a couple now! What if people find out we're pretending if we don't call each other affectionately?"

Zhuge Mo clutched his forehead in anguish: "...At least when no one's around, can't we act normal?"

Zhuge Mo also regretted it deeply when he brought it up.

Although Guo Tiantian was frighteningly large, she unexpectedly appealed to the aesthetics of many Star Shield soldiers in the Torres Star military camp, which revered martial prowess!

During this period, many people came to confess their feelings to Guo Tiantian.

Guo Tiantian was so annoyed that she finally ran to Zhuge Mo with tears in her eyes for help, proposing the idea of ​​a fake relationship. Zhuge Mo didn't know why he agreed.

"Okay, Brother Mo..."

A shy blush crept across Guo Tiantian's face, and she secretly rejoiced: "In those idol dramas, fake couples often end up becoming real! I'm so clever to have come up with this idea!"

Zhuge Mo quickly changed the subject: "You mean Company Commander Zeka wanted to have a meeting with me?"

"Yes! It seems very urgent."

Zhuge Mo nodded, got up and walked out of the office, through the long metal corridor, and arrived at the company's meeting hall.

A dozen or so serious-looking officers were already seated around the spacious circular conference table. At the head of the table sat a burly, middle-aged man with a large beard—Zeka, the company commander of the 3rd Company of the Uss Regiment.

Upon seeing Zhuge Mo walk in, Zeka, whose face had been ashen, immediately forced a smile and pointed to the empty seat to his right: "Brother Zhuge, please sit down."

This level of tactical meeting was originally reserved for officers of lieutenant rank or higher with real power. However, Zhuge Mo's analytical skills in the battle situation had completely won Zeka's trust.

A few minutes later, all the attendees had arrived.

Zeka's gaze swept across the entire room like a hawk's, and he cut to the chase:

"We just received intelligence from the think tank. Tonight at 10 PM, a group of 'Kreece-type creatures' will invade the outer defenses of Us City."

"A creature of the Crusader type?" A lieutenant sitting at the back paused, then asked doubtfully, "Company commander, are you talking about... that tentacle-covered monster we captured last night?"

Company Commander Zeka nodded and said, "That's right. The Assam battle group commander calls them Kree creatures."

After speaking, he looked at Zhuge Mo beside him, "Now, let's begin setting up the defensive line. Brother Zhuge, I'd like to hear your tactical suggestions first..."

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at the same time.

The northern fortress of Us City, the war room exclusively for the chapter leader.

A tall, upright figure stood with his hands behind his back in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

His face was aged but not decaying; his eyes were a light ice blue, deep and unfathomable, as if they could pierce through the mists of fate.

This person is none other than Asamon, the leader of the Us Warband, a 9th-tier Fate-type psionicist, and the chief think tank master!

He gazed silently at the distant clouds, the final divine decree from the Lord of Torres echoing in his mind.

"Asammon... when indescribable tentacles writhe across the empire's borders, it means I can no longer return..."

"Don't divine my fate... it will only bring destruction..."

"In the empire's time of crisis, a towering black mech will emerge... Burn your last vestiges of loyalty and pledge allegiance to it as your new master!!!"

Asamen closed his eyes, with a faint glimmer of tears in the corners of his eyes.

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