Highway Survival for All: My RV's Infinite Evolution

Star Shield City, a meditation room.

Asamen sat cross-legged on a suspended black jade cushion.

As the Empire's only Rank 9 Fate-type psionicist, he had maintained this posture for a full twenty-four hours.

When his psychic energy was depleted, he meditated for a moment, then activated his prophetic abilities again.

There's nothing we can do; the empire is in a very passive position right now.

The Eldar fleet hovered in near-Earth orbit tens of thousands of miles above the ground, ready to disappear into phase space at any time.

With the Empire's current technology, attempting to launch a preemptive strike into the vast depths of space to intercept a cruiser equipped with world-destroying weapons is akin to a primitive man trying to stab a fighter jet at 10,000 meters in the air with a spear.

The Empire's only eye is Assam.

By obtaining fragments of future images through prophecy, they can determine the location of the mechanical Eldar warships when they launch their world-destroying weapons.

However, prophecy is not a panacea.

All psychic prophecies are essentially attempts to peek into the "potential future remnants" floating in the spirit world.

Asamen could not see the complete documentary, only glimpses of fragmented footage.

Furthermore, the future is not a single, fixed script, but rather a web of countless interwoven and collapsing possibilities!

A prophecy only shows a glimpse of a future; it doesn't show all the prerequisites needed to maintain that future.

Therefore, even if the God Emperor foresaw that a black mech would emerge in the future to save the empire, the empire could not simply sit idly by and wait for the black mech to save the world.

The same prophetic image may represent a high-probability route, but it is only one of many possibilities.

If the empire were to simply give up as a result, and the causal variables along the way were to change, this future line would simply disappear.

Moreover, the prophecy image did not include a countdown timer.

A scene flashes by—will it happen in the next second, or a hundred years from now?

Even the Fate-type psychic themselves didn't know.

Asamen activated his spiritual energy to make his 125th prophecy.

The void before him suddenly distorted, with countless bizarre and fantastical lines flashing by.

Finally, a somewhat blurry image appeared in my mind.

But you can still see the earth cracking, boiling magma shooting into the sky, and the surface of a city turning into a rolling sea of ​​fire.

One hundred and twenty-five consecutive prophecies, one hundred and twenty-five different fragments, one hundred and twenty-three of which depict scorched earth and raging flames!

"This means that this scenario is no longer just one of many possibilities, but a high-probability event that is rapidly collapsing!"

The Mechanical Eldar are really about to make their move!

Asamen suddenly opened his eyes and spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor of the meditation room.

He didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth before immediately relaying the information to Leonard.

After doing all this, Asamon closed his eyes again and entered meditation once more, recovering his mental energy.

He wanted to keep watching.

Even if it costs him his life, he must foresee a glimmer of hope for the empire amidst this despair!

......

at the same time.

Outside Star Shield City, in the Void Shipyard.

A fleet consisting of 3 Imperial destroyers and 12 heavily armed frigates hovered silently above the thick clouds.

Inside the bridge of the lead destroyer, the USS Star Shield.

Imperial Warmaster Leonard stood with his hands behind his back in front of a giant holographic sand table.

On the sand table, countless green dots shimmered with a cold light; those represented the entire empire's current resources—a total of two hundred and twelve warships.

At this moment, 296 different channels of images are flashing in the holographic projection.

All the chapter leaders from all the cities were included: Valerian, chapter leader of Ironridge; Arman, chapter leader of Man City... and Hore, chapter leader of Moon City and also the Great Chieftain of the Orcish Horde.

There are three topics for the meeting.

First, ensure the implementation of the "Spark Program".

Second, we simulated all possibilities of a major battle with the Mech Eldar fleet.

Third, to prevent the arrival of beings of the Khwarazmian lineage who may tear through the cracks in the spirit world at any time.

After the meeting.

Leonard's expression grew increasingly grave upon seeing the intelligence sent by Asamen.

He walked to the huge bridge porthole, looked down at Starshield City below, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

"With the orc tribes as allies and fighting side by side, and with Lin the kid around, miracles can still happen..."

......

At the same time.

Orc territory, Orc royal court.

Huo Lie, seated on the throne, slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Richard and Li Lei below.

"By order of the Great Chief, Gugor and all chiefs of the tribe of rank 8 and above, come here immediately."

"Yes, Great Chief!!"

Li Lei and Richard were startled, quickly patted their chests, bowed, and retreated.

In just a short while.

The heavy sound of wind breaking echoed outside the royal court.

Led by the former chieftain Gugor, a total of fifty 8th-tier orc leaders, each as burly as a small mountain and exuding a ferocious aura, strode into the royal court hall.

These ruthless thugs, who used to run rampant in the wasteland, all lowered their heads and concealed their ferocity when they saw the man on the throne.

Gugor stepped forward. "Great Chief, what are your orders?"

Huo Lie said, "Pass on my order: all orcs must immediately depart for the various cities along the empire's borders!"

Upon hearing this, the royal court fell silent for a moment.

"Are we going to start a new war against humanity?" Gugor asked, puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Huo Lie shifted his gaze and glanced sideways at Gugor.

Before he could speak, Richard, who was standing to the side, immediately jumped out, pointing at Gugor's nose and cursing loudly:

"Gugol, is your brain filled with shit? Have you forgotten what the Great Chieftain said? Orcs and humans will always be on good terms! We're going to provide support!"

Gugor flew into a rage, his large eyes widening in fury: "Who do you think you are?! How dare you speak to me like that!"

"So noisy!"

Huo Lie slammed his hand on the armrest.

"Guggor, Richard means the same thing. If I hear the same thing again... you know the consequences."

Gugor tensed up, remembering the terrifying and unpredictable fighting power of the man before him, and a layer of cold sweat immediately seeped out from his forehead.

He nodded vigorously, pounding his chest loudly, "Yes! Great Chief! I understand!"

He paused, then cautiously raised his head and asked, "So... Chief, what exactly are we going to do with all these people gathered at the Imperial border?"

Huo Lie leaned back on his throne and said calmly, "Prepare to join forces with the Imperial army and fight a decisive battle against the Mechanical Eldar!"

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