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After finishing all this, Yarman clapped his hands, looked at Im who was beating up the Immortal Emperor not far away, and judging from the Immortal Emperor's injuries, it would probably take a long time to finish. He picked up a long sword that had fallen to the ground, turned around and walked towards the Immortal King who had been knocked down first. A family should be together.

Seeing the Celestial King curled up on the ground, Yarman kicked him over, flipping him over, and then plunged his sword in, pinning the trembling Celestial King to the floor.

"Phew, that feels good. They're all nailed to the floor now. All done!"

Yarman looked at the three Immortal Kings he had pinned to the ground with great satisfaction. These Immortal Kings were actually quite strong, comparable to the bottom-ranked Immortal Emperors of the past, but to him, they were still too weak.

If a small interstellar port has one Celestial Emperor and three Celestial Kings, how many experts must there be on the planets below?

Yarman fell into thought, then shook his head. This matter was not important. Anyway, they had occupied the interstellar port. Next, they would receive the artificial satellites in planetary orbits, and after that, they would launch orbital bombardment.

Under the heavy artillery shells of orbital bombardment, no matter how skilled you are, you'll be blown to bits. The only thing you need to be careful about is not to kill the friendly forces below as well.

"Then the shells with drilling bits will no longer be usable."

What are you saying?

Yarman turned his head and saw Im dragging the Immortal Emperor's right leg like a dead pig, pulling him to Yarman's side. "What did you just say couldn't be used?"

“I said we can’t use bunker buster shells,” Yarman said calmly, pointing to the floor. “They could easily blow up the government troops underground.”

"Oh." Im casually released her right leg, ignoring the Immortal Emperor. She looked around. "Are these three people still alive?"

"They're still alive. These people have quite a tenacious will to live." Yarman glanced at the three men pinned to the ground and said casually, "The battle is almost over. Your soldiers are quite good."

"Hmm." Im nodded, then turned to look at the Immortal Emperor at her feet. She slowly squatted down, her ceramic knife never stopping as she sliced ​​open every joint and nerve in the Immortal Emperor's body.

Looking at the Immortal Emperor, who had been cut to pieces by Im, Yarman shook his head. "What are you doing? Torturing him?"

"No, I just wanted to make sure he wouldn't suddenly attack." Im slowly stood up, put the ceramic knife back into her bosom, and then opened a spatial portal in the air, casually throwing the person inside.

"Alright, it's been sent back to the research department. Let's go now!"

Yarman turned to look at his work. "What about these three people?"

“These three people…” Im stood there for a moment, thinking, and finally sighed, “Forget it, I’ll just throw them all back into the research department. Wait for me.”

Under Yarman's watchful gaze, Im pulled out his longswords one by one and threw the man and the swords into the portal.

“Next comes the orbital bombardment,” Yarman said calmly, looking at Im.

“Actually, we’re still considering whether to bombard from the interstellar port or with starships.” Im turned and walked to his side, pushed open the door in front of him, and walked outside. “I prefer starship bombardment. It’s more flexible and precise, but it will require more energy.”

"Does Admiral Fujitora intend to use the interstellar port for bombardment?"

"Yes, he said that our ships haven't been repaired in a long time, and continuing high-intensity combat might lead to accidents, so..." Im said helplessly, the World Government is in such a bad situation now.

What unexpected events might occur?

"For example, during a grappling maneuver with the enemy, overload can cause structural damage, leading to sudden disintegration in mid-air."

"...Good heavens!"

Chapter 202: Im's Unique Personal Hobbies

"You mean, we three should strip naked, take a deep breath, dive into the sea like fish, and then keep undulating our bodies as we dive 4.8 meters to reach the lowest underwater passage?" Yarman asked, dumbfounded, as he sat on the small boat and looked at the navy in front of him.

The navy officer, who was maneuvering the small boat, looked at Im, Fujitora, and Yarman in front of him and said somewhat awkwardly, "It's like this, gentlemen. In order to ensure the safety of headquarters, the node world has not set up a manned passage to headquarters. Previously, there was a transit city of ours 20,000 meters underwater."

"But later, in the battle with the rebels, the rebels located the location and destroyed it with a burrowing heavy cannon fired from the interstellar port. From then on, we could only rely on small boats to dive deep to reach the headquarters."

Sitting on the small boat, Fujitora pondered for a moment and asked a question, "I'd like to ask, since you use small boats to dive underwater, how do you manage to avoid being detected by satellites in the sky?"

"The craftsmen have developed a device to block satellite signals, and this is it." The naval soldier pointed to the pyramid-shaped electronic equipment behind him and the deep-sea suit next to him. "When you wear this deep-sea suit, you appear as a fish in the satellite monitoring feedback, and this device can block the satellite monitoring signals."

After glancing at the device in front of him, Fujitora nodded seriously. He suddenly realized the device's future use; perhaps they could use it to evade surveillance by Celtic spy satellites.

As long as the fleet can silently reach within ten kilometers of the opposing planet's airspace, he is confident that he can annihilate the opposing interstellar fleet within three hours and complete orbital bombardment at the same time.

Yarman looked at Im, "So? Dive down? Or wait for your planet to send over the bubble tree, then coat us with a bubble film before we go down?"

"Get down now!"

Im said decisively, and then she took off her cloak. Yarman, who was next to her, also took off his coat, while Fujitora remained motionless.

Looking at the two, Fujitora smiled and said, "I won't go. The fleet's maintenance still needs my attention. At the same time, I also want to see what the situation is between the navy and the rebels here!"

After a moment's hesitation, Im nodded. "Alright, then you stay here. He and I will go down. Are you ready?"

"Pfft!"

Yarman turned and fell into the water. A crisp splash echoed Im's words. Seeing this, Im didn't hesitate and jumped in after him.

Under the watchful eyes of the two people on the boat, the two disappeared swiftly into the sea like two fish.

“Alright, soldier, we should go now.” Fujitsubo looked at the soldier and said calmly, “Take me to the naval headquarters on this planet, and also to the location where the rebels are being held.”

"Yes, General!"

…………

The two swam towards the seabed, one on each side, and soon arrived at the seabed. Yarman looked at the technologically advanced underwater passage in front of him and walked in slowly with Im.

Feeling the seawater vanish in an instant, Yarman glanced behind him in surprise. "This membrane is quite amazing. By the way, Im, why didn't you use a portal to send us in directly?"

“Because using a spatial portal would expose the spatial coordinates here.” Im walked forward and explained calmly, “Don’t forget, the Celts also have the authority of a world administrator. If I use a spatial portal to locate, he will definitely know the location of the World Government headquarters here.”

"Then why were you at the port before...?"

“The location of the research department has long been exposed, or rather, the coordinates of all the key locations on the home planet have been exposed.” Im sighed helplessly, and said angrily, “With those traitors around, how could the Celts not know the locations of the important facilities on the home planet?”

Hearing this, Yarman nodded slightly, "That makes some sense! Since we've already been exposed, we might as well use a faster method to send the goods back."

Pushing open the door in front of him casually, Im said nonchalantly, "Sometimes I wonder if I should open a portal, go to a Celtic planet, and wreak havoc..."

"Aren't you afraid of getting caught? That's an entire planet!"

"Yes, that's why I'm just thinking about it."

"Don't move! Who are you people?"

The two looked into the gate and were greeted by a large group of soldiers in naval uniforms, carrying knives and guns. At the head of the group was a tall man in an officer's uniform.

Upon seeing Im, the officer was taken aback for a moment, then immediately knelt on one knee, "Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"×n

"Get up," Im said casually, then walked inside. "Take me inside and have a look around. By the way, do you want to come and see for yourself?"

“Me? I’ll pass.” Yarman shook his head and sat down on the small sofa by the door. “You go ahead.”

…………

Standing on the outer deck of the interstellar port, Yarman looked at the magnificent starship in front of him and the craftsmen who were like ants, holding various tools to repair the external armor of the starship. He sighed slightly, "It is really difficult for them to repair such a large warship by manpower alone."

“There’s nothing we can do. The automated maintenance equipment at the port has all been destroyed.” Im stood to the side and said calmly. She was no longer surprised by what those rebels would do. They were a bunch of people with no bottom line. She had even prepared to detonate the planet after the Celtic defeat.

Watching the craftsmen repairing the armor inch by inch, Yarman said helplessly, "How long will this take to repair? When can we go back?"

“There’s no rush,” Im said calmly, pointing to the starship in front of her. “Think about it, if these outer armors aren’t repaired properly, and they suddenly break halfway through the journey, the starship’s frame will break, and then the entire starship will disintegrate, and we’ll all become spacemen.”

"This is quite fun."

"..."×2

"Just kidding, just kidding," Yarman chuckled. With their combined strength, they wouldn't die even if they floated in space. The real problem was ordinary soldiers; if they flew out, they would surely die.

"By the way, where did you put those three Immortal Emperors on the planet's surface?"

“One was blown up by heavy artillery, and of the remaining two, one was seriously injured and I captured him, while the other ran fast and, with Celtic's help, escaped,” Im said with a hint of pleasure.

"They ran away? And the Celtic escort?"

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter. He’s already brought something in exchange.” Im took out a ceramic knife from her bosom and placed it in front of Yarman with a smile. “Can you see the difference?”

"...When did you plate it with silver?"

"Just tell me, is it good-looking or not?"

"nice!"

Hearing this, Im nodded happily. She played with the short knife and said with a smile, "This time I cut off one of his hands and half of his forearm. After adding silver and coating it, the weapon's strength increased significantly. Suddenly I don't want to kill him anymore. I want to turn him into renewable weapon material."

Looking at Im, Yarman raised an eyebrow in slight horror. He didn't like this behavior, but it was, after all, the other person's personal preference, and he couldn't interfere.

"I'm glad you like it."

"By the way, would you like a weapon like this? I'll give you one to keep as a souvenir."

"Me? Never mind, I'll definitely do it next time."

Chapter 203: His Majesty and that gentleman were discussing issues on the carpet.

One month later, at the interstellar port of the third planet.

"The strategies for offense and defense have diverged!"

Looking down at the planet with obvious bombing marks, Yarman said with emotion that in less than two months, Im had quelled the turmoil on his home planet, recovered two planets in turmoil, and possessed a complete starship manufacturing plant and a complete antimatter production line.

And most importantly, a completely new starship fleet, consisting of sixty-three starships.

“Now the problem is simple. With this power in hand, you can easily deal with the simultaneous attacks of those two.” Yarman said casually, looking at Im beside him.

Standing to the side, Im suddenly said, "If only I could have two starship fleets, one to fight that rebels and the other to fight that damn Celt!"

"..."

"what happened?"

“Well, I still think that people should be more realistic.” Yarman looked at Im seriously and said with a smile, “Think about how much time, energy and resources we spent building a starship cluster. Now you want to build a completely new cluster from scratch.”

"Let's put aside whether it's feasible or not. Even if it is, where are you going to find the necessary craftsmen and personnel?"

"Well... that seems to be true." Im thought for a moment, then nodded helplessly. The lack of personnel was indeed a major problem. They couldn't just use the current seafaring crew and repair technicians to make up the numbers; that would cause serious issues!

"Alright, let's think about how to fight next!" Yarman stood there, looking out the window at the planet below. "We need a comprehensive plan that can wipe them out while minimizing damage to the world. Your world can't withstand any more damage. If it happens again, I'm afraid..."

Upon hearing this, Im's face turned cold, and she said icily, "It's impossible for it to happen again!"

"You know what you're doing," Yarman said nonchalantly, looking out the window. "I don't have the resources to build up a starship cluster for you in such a short time."

"...Really, there's nothing left?"

"There really isn't any left... Actually, there is still some, a little bit of resources left."

"That's good!" Im breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. She smiled and patted Yarman on the shoulder. "Alright, I'm relieved to hear you say that. Okay, let's prepare to attack that rebel group directly!"

"...Just get straight to the point!"

"The ships have all been repaired. If we don't go out now, when will we?" Im said calmly. She was also looking out the window, her mind racing. Next, there would probably be a starship war. She wondered if they could win, how they would win, whether it would be a great victory or a Pyrrhic one, and how much they would lose.

…………

"How long can your spell last?" Im asked with a hint of curiosity, looking at Yarman who was holding up his staff and chanting incantations with his eyes closed. "What does your spell have to do with that stowaway's? Also, what is the incantation you're chanting? What is it for?"

"In terms of relationship, it's probably similar to the relationship between Kaspersky and Pakistan."

"What kind of relationship?"

“It has nothing to do with anything.” Yarman opened his eyes and looked at Im mysteriously, saying, “As for the spell, that’s quite powerful. It can effectively enhance the user’s prestige, increase the sense of mystery and ritual, make people feel awe and reverence, and at the same time arouse curiosity.”

"Really? So what's the use?"

“It’s completely useless, just for bluffing.” Yarman slowly put down his staff and put it back in his pocket. “As for whether it’s true or not, look, even the strongest person in this world was fooled by my random incantations.”

After standing there for a while, Im finally realized that he had been intimidated by him!

Looking at Im's blank expression, Yarman couldn't help but laugh. He never expected that someone as serious as Im could make such an expression; it was really too funny.

"...Is that funny?"

"Yeah, it's funny, look how silly you are... But it's not really funny, is it?"

"Yalman, let's talk, let's have a good talk."

"I don't think it's necessary, no, no!" Yarman struggled to back away, but Im's strong hands grabbed him tightly, and he was forcibly dragged to a spacious activity area. "Don't do this, we're about to enter enemy airspace, the battle is about to begin, as the leader, you should go and take command..."

"It's alright. With General Fujitora in command, we don't need you. I don't understand starship warfare either." Im pulled Yarman along, then gently tripped him with her long right leg, pinning him firmly to the carpet, unable to move. Then, she moved her body and gently sat down on him.

Feeling the weight on his waist, Yarman's expression changed, and he struggled even more fiercely. "You... Im, tell me, how much do you weigh right now? [Laetanian profanity] Get away from me, you're going to break my back!"

"Shut up! Don't move!" Im's expression remained unchanged as she scolded him. The two had become quite familiar with each other over this period of time, spending all their time together and knowing each other inside and out, so she had no reservations.

"Tell me the truth, how much do you weigh!" Yarman gritted his teeth, struggling to utter the words. He felt as if his waist was being pressed against a hydraulic press, the immense weight squeezing his abdomen. "Get down!"

"Me? I'm less than a ton!" Im thought for a moment and said casually. That's how it is in the world of One Piece. The weight of the strong is always ridiculously high, especially now that the upper limit has been raised. Their weight has started to take off, or rather, the upper limit of body density has increased.

After all, their power system is built on a strong body. The issue of weight is understandable, but understanding does not mean it is acceptable. For example, Yarman could not accept it.