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"That's the energy of a nuclear bomb with a yield of 50 million tons; that's the unit of measurement we used to define their strength."

"I see!"

Chapter 199: Allies, Our Friendship Is Unbreakable

With the battle plan finalized, the two boarded the starship once again, still under the command of Admiral Fujitora. They set sail from the interstellar port in outer space, heading towards the nearby planet.

“If I remember correctly, your spaceship is still using nuclear-powered engines, right?” Yarman said, looking out the dark window at the scene behind him.

Upon hearing this, Im nodded matter-of-factly. "Yes, it uses a cold fusion engine. The technology was bought from Scranton. It cost a lot of money, but it was worth it. The speed is much faster and more stable than our old nuclear fusion engine."

“…Alright.” Yarman nodded helplessly after listening. He suddenly realized an embarrassing thing: the starships he was building all used antimatter engines and did not use cold fusion technology at all, while Im obviously did not have any antimatter technology at all.

In other words, once the amount of antimatter that came with the ship runs out, given the technological level of the Im world, those starships will become nothing more than metal containers floating in the sky, with no energy resupply whatsoever.

This is awkward; reusable items have become disposable.

Looking at Yarman, who was standing there stiffly, Im asked curiously, "Is there a problem?"

“Well, all the starships I built for you use antimatter engines.” Yarman turned around, looked at Im who was frozen in place with a stiff expression, and forced a smile, asking with his last glimmer of hope, “Have you... activated antimatter technology?”

“…No, not at all!” Im shook her head stiffly. She immediately thought of the consequences: the starship she had bought would become a disposable item and might become space debris for the next few decades. “We’ve only scratched the surface of antimatter theory so far.”

"..."×2

Standing there, Yarman thought for a moment in a bit of a panic. He suddenly looked up and said urgently, "How about this, you add a little more money, and I'll do a technology transfer, transferring the antimatter technology to you and helping you set up an antimatter production line. That should do it!"

Looking at Yarman across from him, Im suddenly felt that this person wasn't very reliable either, but now that they had already cooperated to this extent, if they canceled the cooperation, all the previous costs would be wasted.

"Alright, let's do it this way then. How much? You name it." Im shook his head and asked calmly. He figured he could get a discount by spending money now to buy antimatter technology and a complete production line.

I'll need it later, so I might as well buy it now.

“Well…” Yarman thought for a moment, then slowly said, “How about five million trading points?”

"Okay, deal!"

“Okay!” Yarman nodded and looked out the window again. This matter was considered resolved. This time it was indeed his fault. Because the starship was to be given to Im, he had deliberately avoided the Originium Engine and made an antimatter engine instead. However, he did not expect that the other party did not have any technology.

"When the starship arrives in a few days, I'll give you the antimatter technology along with it."

“Alright.” Im sat back down in his chair and waited for the fleet to reach its destination.

…………

Three weeks later.

"To be honest, your starships are really slow!" Yarman looked out the window at the equally blue planet, shook his head with a sigh, and sat down in his chair, numbly saying, "It's really not easy. Three weeks have passed, and I don't even know how I got through it."

“Once your technology arrives, our ships won’t be so slow anymore,” Im said, utterly exhausted. She was also becoming numb from waiting; the time had been too long, so long that it had drained her of all her energy.

Hearing this, Yarman shook his head, "There's still a week left, let's take it slow."

At first, the two of them didn't feel bored, as there were various board games in the room. But after playing day and night for two weeks, it became no longer fun.

When can we disembark?

“We can disembark immediately, but first…” Im slowly walked to the window, looking at the magnificent but deserted interstellar port outside, “we must first wipe out the rebels in the port!”

“There are rebels even in the ports!” Yarman raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. You have to know that a space port is not just a port. The various armed facilities equipped on it are by no means weak. It is a fixed space fortress!

"Would there still be any surviving government troops on the surface of that planet? An orbital bombardment would wipe them all out!"

"Well... actually, they have indeed gone underground now," Im said calmly. Since the interstellar port was taken over by the rebels, the government forces on the planet's surface have gone underground, truly underground. Currently, the World Government headquarters is located 800 meters below the seabed in the central ocean.

With the help of the loyalist craftsmen's skills, the planet's government forces manufactured advanced drilling machines, drilling tunnels all over the planet's underground to continue fighting the rebels. A few years later, the government forces had built tunnels all over the world, and the underground nodes had become underground cities.

After a moment's thought about the current situation of the government forces, Yarman suddenly thought of a word: tunnel warfare!

"So they fought the surface resistance using tunnels," Yarman said slowly, sincerely praising, "Such fighting spirit is truly remarkable!"

"...That's true."

Im paused for a moment, then nodded. The government troops below were indeed commendable, but conversely, it made her seem even more incompetent. With that thought, she turned and left the room.

"The interstellar port doesn't have many cannonballs left, nor do it have many strong individuals. There's no need for you to take action personally."

“No, it’s necessary, absolutely necessary!” Im stood in the doorway and said calmly, “This is my world. There has been unrest, and I have a responsibility to quell it!”

“…Alright,” Yarman nodded, his senses sweeping across the entire interstellar port. “There’s one Immortal Emperor and three Immortal Kings stationed here. Do you need my help?”

He was about to say no, but thinking of his soldiers and to avoid unnecessary sacrifices, Im nodded, "Then please help me kill... capture those three Celestial Kings alive."

"You captured them alive again, and now you want to throw them into your lab?" Yalman looked up curiously and said doubtfully, "You don't have the unique laws of that world, so researching them is useless!"

"If we can't figure it out, then we'll make it into a machine servant."

"Goodness, that's ruthless, but I agree. Okay, I'll help you!" Yarman nodded and followed her out of the room. He understood Im's feelings; if his world were like that, he would definitely be even crazier than her.

Looking at Yarman beside him, Im didn't say anything, just watched silently.

"...Why do you stare at me so much? And that look in your eyes makes me feel really uncomfortable."

“No, I just wanted to thank you.” Im looked away, patted Yarman’s shoulder firmly, and said sincerely, “My ally, our friendship is unbreakable.”

Looking at the serious Im, Yarman nodded silently. Now he and the Doctor both had allies.

One is SilverAsh, and the other is Im.

Chapter 200: The Laws of Life in Your World Are Very Smooth

"Dangdang!"

"All personnel, proceed according to the planned schedule!"

"One group, follow me!"

"Group Two, follow me!"...

As Yarman slowly made his way through the crowd, he headed in one direction, intending to capture the three Celestial Kings alive. However, what troubled him was that the three were not in the same place, but rather in three separate corners of the harbor, making their capture difficult.

Fortunately, after discovering the enemy invasion, the three of them began to move towards the location of the Immortal Emperor, which made his job much easier. Now that they were all together, he could take them down in one go.

“Looks like we’ll have to go together!” Yarman said with a sigh as he walked beside Im. “The four of them seem to have stuck together, while the rebels have all scattered.”

"..."

Im walked forward silently, the two of them moving much faster than the soldiers, and soon encountered the rebel positions that had just entered the bunker and prepared for defense.

"You go or I... alright." Yarman was about to ask who would handle it when Im, who was standing to the side, had already disappeared into thin air. The next second, all the rebels' heads flew up at the same time, their severed necks spraying hot, foul-smelling blood into the air like high-pressure water jets.

Glancing at the blood-stained ceiling, Yarman shook his head slightly. He could only say that these people were unlucky; they just happened to run into Im's gun and were all killed before a single shot was fired.

"Hey, wait for me! Don't be in such a hurry!" Yarman saw Im walking forward without looking back and quickly crossed the battlefield full of corpses to run to Im's side. "If you're too fast, those three Celestial Kings won't have gathered together yet, and then it will be difficult for me to capture them!"

“If you really can’t catch them, just kill them,” Im said softly. She looked at the surprised man beside her and smiled, a smile that carried a chilling killing intent. “Anyway, I just want to make use of waste. The dead can be studied and turned into machine servants. I don’t force the living to stay alive.”

"...Okay, I understand."

The two continued forward. No matter how well-prepared the rebel positions were, they were nothing but scrap in front of Im. The high-strength special ceramic bunkers were like sugar glass, shattered with a single punch. The rebels, dressed in unmarked naval uniforms and carrying knives and guns, were no different from scarecrows wielding pitchforks.

Looking at the shattered high-strength ceramic pieces beside him, Yarman picked one up and examined it, saying with some surprise, "The rebel scientists are quite impressive, able to mass-produce such high-strength ceramics!"

“This is the technology of the scientific corps.” Im looked at Yarman beside him, took the ceramic shard from his hand, and said in a calm tone, “Technology from a year ago, Vegapunk’s masterpiece. It is puncture-resistant, cut-resistant, degradation-resistant, high and low temperature resistant, and high pressure resistant. It is indeed very impressive.”

"Actually, I've been wondering too, why did Vegapunk betray the World Government? Why?" Im looked at the ceramic shards in his hand, his long, slender, white fingers tightening slightly, and the ceramic instantly crumbled into powder.

Blowing away the remaining ceramic dust from his fingers, Im looked at him and asked, "Tell me, why?"

"Perhaps it's because the World Government can't give him what he wants," Yarman said calmly, raising an eyebrow as he watched the ceramic pieces turn to dust.

Upon hearing this, Im remained silent for a moment. She grabbed at the remaining ceramic wall, her hand imbued with Armament Haki easily piercing into it. With a sudden pull, she drew a black knife from the wall. At the same time, the wall, which had almost been pierced through, finally succumbed to the pressure and shattered.

Withdrawing her Armament Haki, Im examined the ceramic knife in her hand. Her Armament Haki could cut through this ceramic as easily as a hot knife cutting through ice, allowing her to easily cut out the shapes she wanted.

"Yalman, if someone's head is cut off, can you bring it back to life?"

"It depends on the time. If it's completely rotten, then there's nothing I can do."

“Very well.” She lightly brandished the ceramic knife in her hand and calmly said, “I will use this knife to personally cut off Vegapunk’s and those otherworldly beings’ heads! Then, you can take Vegapunk’s corpse with you!”

Hearing this, Yarman nodded, "Okay." He didn't care whether Vegapunk lived or died. Anyway, he would be remodeled once he was taken back, and he was going to die eventually. It was better if he died sooner.

Are the three of them hanging out together now?

"They've already gathered in groups, thanks, Im."

"Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Im casually opened a spatial gate in the void. On the other side was the location of the Immortal Emperor and the three Immortal Kings. They could go directly there by simply passing through the spatial gate.

Following Im, Yarman crossed the spatial portal and arrived at the location of the four otherworldly beings.

With a casual flick of her wrist, Im dispelled the spatial portal behind her. Looking at the four people staring motionless at the two not far away, she held a pristine white ceramic knife and asked, "How is Celt now? Has he had his prosthetic limbs reattached?"

"..."×4

The Celestial Emperor looked at the two, his mind racing, and immediately confirmed the identities of the two opposite him, "You are... Im!"

“Yes, I am Im.” Im, holding a ceramic knife, slowly walked towards the four people. Looking at their faces filled with despair, she sneered and said, “If you’re begging for mercy, then don’t say anything. You will all die today.”

Looking at Im, the Celestial Emperor knew he was doomed and no longer wanted to beg for mercy. He laughed loudly, "So what if I die? His Majesty Celt was already prepared. The World Government will be consigned to the dustbin of history. We will rebuild our world on your corpses, we..."

"Wait, wait, sir." Yarman couldn't help but interrupt the Immortal Emperor, who was laughing heartily, and said with a slight smile, "If you want to provoke us into killing you outright, you've miscalculated. Im certainly won't do that, and besides!"

"If I'm not mistaken, I was the one who destroyed your world."

"..."×4

Upon hearing this, the four of them immediately stared intently at Yarman, and the Immortal Emperor said in a trembling voice, "What did you say?"

“I said, I did it.” Yarman looked at the four of them and gave them a smug and arrogant smile. “I destroyed those five... or six planets on the edge of your world. Sorry, it’s been a long time, and you’re too weak. I’ve forgotten exactly how many planets I destroyed.”

"..." ×4 (eyes tremble)

"But to be fair, your world has brought me a lot of joy." Yarman scratched his head, his long tail swaying happily behind him. "This is the first time I've been able to use my full strength at will. It feels great, especially when I broke the continental shelf of the planet. Awesome!"

"..." ×4 (trembling all over)

"By the way, I also manage the life laws of your world. I connected them to my world and inputted all the life potential of your world into mine." Yarman looked at the three people opposite him who were about to go crazy with anger, and his smile became even more rampant. He said with a smile.

"Also, the laws governing life in your world are very complex!"

"Aaaaaah!" ×4

Chapter 201: Pinning All the Enemies to the Ground

Seeing the four men charging at him haphazardly, Yarman glanced at the scene beside him and said with a smile, "How was my explanation? Exciting enough?" Just as he finished speaking, Yarman suddenly retreated, dodging the four men's attack. "Don't just stand there! Come help!"

You will die!

"You too!" Im grabbed the Immortal Emperor by the back of his collar and hurled him hard at the wall in the distance, slamming him into the wall like a pancake.

"Bong!"

A cloud of dust suddenly billowed up from the wall not far away. Seeing this, Im, holding a ceramic knife that had turned grayish-white, rushed towards the direction where the Immortal Emperor was. In his horrified gaze, the short knife pierced straight into his shoulder, slicing through the muscles and bones of his shoulder.

"Sizzle!"

The longsword pierced through his shoulder in an instant and embedded itself in the steel wall behind him. The Immortal Emperor was like a painting, pinned to the wall by the longsword, unable to move.

On the other side, Yarman moved with the agility of a dragon, easily dodging the attacks of the three Celestial Kings. Looking at the three who were going berserk, Yarman said leisurely, "Your speed is a bit too slow. The swords in your hands are just ordinary power swords, and you don't have any power armor. How pathetic."

"..."×3

Seeing that the three had no desire to communicate and were only focused on killing him, Yarman said nothing more. He began to fight back, slightly dodging the thrusting sword, and with his right hand forming a palm blade, he severed the arm of the Immortal King who had attacked with the sword, snatched the sword from him, and then kicked it out.

"Bong!"

The Immortal King was kicked in the chest, and his chest immediately caved in like a deflated balloon. With the immense force, he rolled a long distance on the ground, and blood spurted everywhere as if it were free.

Ignoring the Celestial King, Yarman, wielding his longsword, turned and snatched the sword thrust at him by another Celestial King. At the same time, he blocked the sword slashing at him from another Celestial King, clenched his left fist, and punched the exposed lower right ribs of the Celestial King. The moment the blow struck, all the ribs on the right side were broken.

"Pfft~!"

The Immortal King, struck by the blow, went limp, and the once-powerful sword in his hand suddenly went limp, easily knocked to the ground by Yarman, who then slapped him down with a backhand strike.

Looking at the Celestial King who was staring at him in terror not far away, Yarman smiled and plunged the longsword in his hand into the chest of the Celestial King who had fallen beside him, pinning him to the floor.

"Alright, now you're the only one left." Yarman looked at the terrified and grief-stricken Immortal King opposite him and said with a smile, "Why don't you commit suicide? That way you won't have to suffer like those two."

"You're dreaming!" The last remaining Celestial King, wielding a longsword, charged towards Yarman with a resolute expression. He knew the gap between them, but he was still determined to deliver the final blow!

Seeing the approaching Celestial King, Yarman shook his head and sighed. In his opinion, this person was no different from an old lady in a wheelchair; he was just too slow, so slow that he couldn't wait any longer.

He stepped forward to meet the sword's edge, dodging the blade, and at the same time, he crashed into the Immortal King's arms, delivering an elbow strike to his abdomen that instantly shattered his liver!

He snatched the longsword from the man's hand, and Yarman moved lightly, kicking the man's ankle and causing him to fall to the ground. Looking at the Immortal King lying on the ground with a large expanse of his back exposed, Yarman gripped the longsword in reverse and plunged it fiercely into the man's heart, pinning him firmly to the ground.