Realm-Hopping Martial Master

Chapter 1163: Chapter 623: News of the Saint Tomb! (Part 2)

The holographic projection lasted only a moment, less than the time to take a breath, before being put away by the Mechanical Divine Envoy.

But the resonance of that trace of purple light point burned like a brand into the Spirit of all onlookers.

The air in the Great Hall suddenly solidified. The purple light points extinguished in the hand of the Mechanical Divine Envoy burned greedy brands onto everyone’s retinas. The silence lasted only a moment before being broken by heavy breathing and the suppressed energy’s screech.

"It indeed bears the aura of the Saint Tomb!"

The envoy from the Ancient Giant Spirit Clan was the first to spring up from the stone seat, his massive bronze body colliding with the Star Stone Chair, causing it to hum.

His swollen muscles were taut, each one braced in a fighting stance, his giant eyes like bronze bells dead-set on the arm of the Mechanical Divine Envoy that had withdrawn, as if to pierce the Platinum Armor and pluck out the illusory coordinate imprint.

"Iron clump, are you sure this isn’t an illusionary projection from your mother core?"

"Can your Mechanical Clan take the consequences of deceiving us?"

His voice echoed like thunder between the bronze pillars, shaking the starlight points that shimmered.

Those giant hands squeezed intensely, the joints bursting with sparks from metal friction.

The heritage of the Saints is a Supreme Treasure, reaching the pinnacle of the path of Power for the Giant Spirit Clan.

The Mechanical Divine Envoy smoothly rotated its Platinum head, its scarlet electronic eye meeting the gaze of the Giant Spirit Clan envoy, which burned with desire and suspicion, its warm electronic tone remained stable.

"The coordinate fluctuation map has been shared with everyone present."

"The mother core ensures its authenticity through the Origin logic chain."

"To question it is to desecrate the supreme computational power of the Mechanical Divine Country."

This type of Mechanical Divine Envoy has no emotions, but precise language itself is a form of arrogant response.

"Clack, clack, clack..."

A jarring friction sound suddenly arose, from the trusted aides under the Insect Emperor’s seat, whose hard shells made opening and closing noises with their chitin-covered mandibles, creating an irritating noise.

Its compound eyes, like the most precise array of microscopes, scanned all the expressions of the strong gathered, finally locking onto the Mechanical Divine Envoy.

"Shared?"

"What a marvelous word!"

"Just like the last time during the Dark Nebula Ore Vein exploration sharing, the Mechanical Clan used 51% so-called ’accurate energy consumption data’ to trade away 70% of our clan’s priceless Void Crystal Marrow!"

"The result was that the ’precise’ route we got bypassed 90% of the rich mineral points!"

"This time, you cold iron clumps want to use the beautiful framework of fair allocation to take away the real essence from the Saint Tomb?"

Its voice was hoarse and twisted, every syllable brimming with sharp resentment from being deceived.

The multicolored hard shell slightly quivered, the dangerous gloss on the chitin surface soared, and a wave of intense cool intent filled with bloodlust unabashedly aimed at the Mechanical Divine Envoy.

"This time, how do you plan to allocate?"

"Is it still that you stay behind and think while grabbing the lion’s share?"

Its forelimb’s sharp bone scythe paused on the ground, a subtle crack silently spreading, embodying potent Power within.

The scarlet electronic eye of the Mechanical Divine Envoy slightly contracted, as its precise optical array rapidly flickered, seemingly analyzing the naked accusation and threat.

It did not anger but responded more rationally.

"Information, computational power, upfront investment, stable channel construction, risk avoidance models... these are equally decisive contributions."

The Platinum arm elegantly lifted, lightly tapping in the Void.

An intricately geometric projection, woven from countless streaming light lines, instantaneously expanded before it, like a precisely operating Cosmic model.

"According to the mother core’s calculations, the optimal allocation plan is as follows."

"The leading party, namely our Mechanical Divine Country provides coordinate source data, constructs 99.74% spatial safety route models, maintains core channel stability field generators, occupying 48% of the projected profit share."

The data stream coldly fluctuated, as the voice of the Mechanical Divine Envoy continued.

"Supportive parties provide Law stabilization anchors, manpower clearance, endure specific execution risks, after comprehensive evaluation distributed by contribution."

"This plan best fits the principle of overall interest maximization."

In the model, the golden light representing the Mechanical Clan’s share occupied a significant area, the rest colored lights split the remaining pie, meticulous and rigid.

In the compound eyes of the Insect Clan, the light flickered fiercely, where the projection’s ’fairness’ seemed to it like pointers on a blade.

"Ha!"

A furious roar exploded like thunder, carrying nearly enough bloodthirsty Evil Qi to lift the dome.

Zhan Feng abruptly stood up, his movements pulling the tender flesh of his severed arm, bringing a touch of pain that only further ignited his rage.

The newly gained Star Artifact Daylight Giant Axe buzzed longingly, its Blood Dragon totem entwining the axe’s body suddenly lit up, an aura of Primordial Fierce Beast permeated, activating the suppressive pressure of the entire Great Hall, aggressively pressing towards the projection model of the Mechanical Divine Envoy.

"Clang!"

The massive bronze stone table trembled violently. Zhan Feng’s only remaining right arm slapped on the desk, newly grown muscles knotted and expanded, as if a Blood Dragon roared beneath his skin, surging.

"According to you iron clumps, if our War Alliance disciples only handle the vanguard, clearing out small fry, even if we bleed dry in the Saint Tomb, we’d probably only deserve to lick scraps at the end!"

"Do you think our War Alliance would do such a job?"

His eyes locked onto the Mechanical Divine Envoy, the Furious Tide Giant Axe slanted against his shoulder moved with the wind, its dark red blood light entwined the axe blade like a living thing, a faint growl could be heard.

The temperature within the hall sharply rose.

The sizable body of the Giant Spirit Clan envoy leaned slightly forward, silently affirming the anger.

The trusted aides of the Insect Clan paused their mandibular friction sounds, a gleam of satisfaction flashing through their cold compound eyes.

The space ripples surrounding the Starry Sky Wanderer leader quietly grew sharper.

Zhan Feng’s voice sounded like a blunt object striking a cold iron anvil.

"How grandiloquent!"

"But in the end, calculating the route, setting the direction, isn’t it all decided by the Mechanical Clan?!"

"We shed blood and sweat, while the benefits all accrue to you; where in this universe is such a rule?"

"If you want this, our War Alliance now will lead and dig out some Saint Tombs, sell the coordinates to your Mechanical Clan, distribute the profits according to your method of thirty-seventy split!"

"You get thirty, we get seventy, do we do it or not?!"

Zhan Feng was a qualified leader.

To become a disciple of the War Alliance Cultivators, not one isn’t the most supreme genius of the Human Clan, and as the Young Alliance Master of the War Alliance, Zhan Feng absolutely wouldn’t trade their flesh and blood for profit.

The Platinum Armor still remained smooth as a mirror, yet the slight gear operation sound within the head of the Mechanical Divine Envoy quickened a bit.

The scarlet electronic eye scanned the furious Zhan Feng, especially the Star Weapon Battleaxe emitting intense dangerous aura, as the core processor instantly calculated tens of thousands of response plans and potential conflict models.

The warm voice still retained the cold logic.

"It’s understandable that Zhan Feng can have emotional agitation."

"But chaotic and disorderly barbaric struggles would only destroy the fragile Law balance within the Saint Tomb, possibly even triggering a chain collapse."

"Everything would turn to nothing. Ensuring action success is the prerequisite for benefits."

"The mother core’s comprehensive planning is the only feasible optimal solution."

It seemed indifferent to Zhan Feng’s threats.

"Optimal solution?"

"Listening to your implication, the Mechanical Clan’s dictatorship is the optimal solution?"

A calm voice interjected, not high-pitched, yet instantly attracting all eyes as the focal point.

Jiang Shu slowly raised his gaze, eyes deep as an abyss, showing no ripple.

His right hand, wearing the Shui Huan Gloves, rhythmically tapped the cold armrest with his knuckles.

Each tap produced no sound, but the air around the fingertip generated a circle of subtle ripples barely visible to the naked eye yet clearly perceived by the strong present.

Like a pebble tossed into the lake of the heart, the ripples of Space Law silently spread.

"Since contribution is hard to precisely cut, agreements filled with doubt, then why not approach the development of this Saint Tomb more simply?"