The emperor is the emperor, and if his will continue, there will be a result immediately.

A moment later, a small official rushed over and knelt down and reported, "Your Majesty, I have already observed that Fang Mingwei has been staying in the Hyogo and has not gone out."

"Stay staying there? What is he doing there? Do you think there is the one?" Lin Yitian snorted slightly, with a faint sense of evil spirit.

The little official shivered slightly and hurriedly said, "Return to Your Majesty, I heard from the Hyogo officials that he is personally accepting the mecha and warships."

"What?"

"Fang Mingwei refused the recommendation of Hyogo officials. He must install diversion sensors on each mecha and warship, so it will be delayed to this point and it has not yet ended."

Lin Yitian looked at the ministers below in confusion. Mr. Xu thought for a moment and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, any strange thing that must be strange in any strange person's actions. We might as well watch the changes."

Lin Mingzhi frowned slightly and said, "No, even if he insists on installing the diversion sensor himself, it doesn't take so long."

The little official still leaned over and said, "Duke, that's because he installed too many."

"Too many? How many did he install?"

"He first installed diversion sensors on the mecha, and after installing more than 4,000 units, he began to install them on the Qingsong-class warship. So far..." The official couldn't help but lower his voice.

Lin Mingzhi shouted: "How many have you pretended?"

"Yes, there have been 1,200 ships installed." The little official was frightened by him and spoke fluently.

However, as soon as he said this, the parade stage suddenly became silent.

One thousand two hundred ships? What a terrifying number.

For a moment, even Lin Yitian was at a loss. After a long time, the emperor said calmly: "Don't disturb him, we... wait."

As soon as the emperor's golden words came out, no one would object, so everyone waited.

However, this time I didn't wait for too long, because Fang Mingwei stopped this seemingly ridiculous behavior after installing the diversion sensors on the 2,000 Qingsong-class warship.

At this moment, Hyogo No. 1 has become the focus of everyone's attention, and every information there makes everyone feel frightened. When they heard that Fang Mingwei finally finished installing the diversion sensor, everyone was relieved inexplicably.

However, after waiting for a while, the little official stumbled in and stammered: "Your Majesty..."

"What's up?"

"Fly...fly..."

"What?"

"Fly, fly..."

After hearing these incoherent words, no matter who it was, a burst of evil fire surged in his heart.

Just as Lin Yitian was about to punish him severely, suddenly, he seemed to hear a huge roar.

Looking up, there were dense black dots in a distant place, with a large number and awesome momentum.

There was a sudden busy moment in front of the parade, and countless soldiers drove the mechas to the air, preparing to intercept them. However, as the black spot gradually approached, everyone's face turned pale.

Far from afar, behind thousands of mechas, there were thousands of huge warships, and the Qingsong-class, the main imperial warship.

"What is this?" Lin Yitian murmured. He turned to look at Mr. Yan, and saw the other party nodding slightly.

Everyone's eyes were consciously or unintentionally watching the little official on the ground.

Thousands of mechas, thousands of Qingsong-class warships, and the bizarre performance of the little official just now, everything shows one thing.

These mechas and warships all flew out of Hyogo No. 1.

The parade platform and Hyogo No. 1 are not far apart. If the notification is a little later, these warships and mechas will be able to arrive. At this point, these people understood why the little official became so panicked.

Indeed, more than 2,000 Qingsong-class warships actually flew up under the control of one person. This is no longer a word of shock.

Several energy shields were faintly raised in front of the parade, and even the officers and soldiers in charge of the guards couldn't help but be alert when they saw this scene.

Before the huge mechas and warships arrived at the parade platform, each mecha raised his sword to the parade platform in mid-air, and the two thousand Qingsong-class warships lined up and hovered over the parade platform, which was like a cover of the sky and the sun. A powerful power of dominating the world emerged for no reason.

Before he knew it, Lin Yitian had already stood up from the dragon throne. Not only him, but no one present could sit firmly on Mount Tai. They all stood up and looked up.

In fact, although the two thousand Qingsong-class warships gathered together are spectacular, they are not unavailable to these people.

However, when they thought that these warships and mechas were controlled by one person, everyone felt a sense of horror. Is this guy still a human?

"General Lin."

"His Majesty."

"Are these warships controlled by Fang Mingwei alone?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Lin Debiao bowed deeply, the facts were in front of him, and he could still say nothing.

Mr. Xu took a deep breath and asked, "General Lin, what level has this person's spiritual power reached?"

In an instant, everyone's eyes were all staring at Lin Debiao. Yes, even a level 15 quasi-master of the spiritual system with the qualifications of two-mindedness can only operate ten Qingsong-class warships at once. But Fang Mingwei actually broke through this limit far away.

The 2,000 Qingsong-class warships, even if a master-level figure in the spirit system really comes, I am afraid that it may not be able to be controlled at the same time.

Lin Debiao's lips trembled slightly, and he felt bitter in his mouth and could not even say a word.

Fang Mingwei's spiritual power was only twelve levels, which was 100% certain yesterday. But at this moment, he looked at the group of warships on his head that seemed to be connected to the sky. The three words "twelve levels" had been whispered countless times by his mouth, but he could not spit it out.

"Level 12." Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

Lin Debiao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Mr. Yan with gratitude, but he was surprised in his heart, how could Mr. Yan be so sure?

"Wow."

A low noise sounded uncontrollably on the parade platform. Even if His Majesty the Emperor was here, these people couldn't help but sigh.

If this sentence was said by someone else, it would inevitably be ridiculed, but from Mr. Yan's mouth, no one would doubt it anymore.

Lin Mingzhi stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, this genius should be rewarded with great reward."

Nodded slightly, Lin Yitian said: "Xuan."

There was another busy schedule in front of the parade, and large areas of open space were opened, leaving enough space.

Fang Mingwei, who received the news of the landing, issued an order to land to many souls through the little crown. After a while, all the mechas and warships were docked safely in the wide open space.

When Fang Mingwei walked out of the flagship and came to the parade, he saw Stephen and others.

At this moment, Stephen and others looked at him without any concealment and were filled with fanatical worship. It was obvious that Fang Mingwei's actions had completely convinced them.

"Meet Your Majesty."

"Okay, you are indeed a pillar of the country." Lin Yitian laughed a few times and said, "I have appointed you as the first-class viscount of the Empire, and I will give you a mansion, a fiefdom of a hundred miles and a thousand slaves."

Fang Mingwei was stunned and surprised. Before coming here, he had a rough understanding of the Newman Empire with the help of Hua Jiahong.

The empire implemented a policy of embracing all rivers. In subordinate countries, all talents with outstanding qualifications can obtain the imperial citizenship. Of course, the number of levels of citizenship they can obtain depends on their personal abilities and actual situation.

However, for the vast majority of people, the identity of a first-class citizen is already the limit they can reach in their lives.

Aristocrats are not only a name in the empire, but also accompanied by real interests. Once they are named a noble by His Majesty the Emperor, they will be worth a hundred times the value and will truly integrate into the empire's advanced social circle.

According to Hua Jiahong, with Fang Mingwei's strength, as long as he cooperates with the Hua family, he will definitely be crowned as a noble when his spiritual power reaches level 15 in the future.

However, Fang Mingwei did not expect that this day would arrive so quickly.

Seeing the surprise in Fang Mingwei's eyes, Lin Yitian smiled slightly and said, "Get up Fang Qing, do you have any other requirements?"

Fang Mingwei woke up as if he was dreaming and stood up, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't bear to give up this rare opportunity, saying, "Your Majesty, I heard that in the empire, in addition to the Qingsong-class warship, there is another kind of victory-class warship."

A sharp light suddenly burst out from Lin Yitian's eyes. Not only him, but almost everyone's eyes were filled with unconcealed shock.

The Victory-class battleship is a super warship from a level seven country and a behemoth that must be manipulated by 100,000 people.

Such a giant is already equivalent to a small city. Even in the space war, it is a super weapon second only to satellite warships.

Over the years, no one in the Newman Empire can control it alone. But today, Fang Mingwei actually asked.

Although he didn't say it clearly, as long as he was not an idiot, he naturally understood what he meant.

Lin Yitian nodded slowly, with a complex and difficult-to-understand look flashing in his eyes, and said, "Okay, I'll let you try it."

When Fang Mingwei left the parade platform, Lin Mingzhi suddenly said, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid the title you have prepared for him will be moved."

Lin Yitian smiled suddenly and said, "As long as he has this ability, will I still be stingy with rewards?"
Chapter completed!