Galactic Conflict: I Restore the Glory of Humanity

"You mean, change the earth here into the second administrative capital?"

Yang Cheng looked at Marshal Thrawn on the screen in front of him, and then asked curiously.

"Yes, Your Majesty"

Marshal Thrawn nodded, and then released the empire's star map.

Grand Admiral Thrawn

"The territory of our empire has spanned thousands or even tens of thousands of galaxies, and hundreds of thousands of planets have been included in the empire's territory. However, our control of some colonial planets in remote areas is still too weak, so I suggest that we remove There is an additional administrative capital outside Terra."

Marshal Thrawn's voice sounded from the other side of the screen, and while Yang Cheng was still thinking, some high lords were already impatient.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn, what do you want to do? There is no planet that can replace Terra. Are you planning to divide us? Or are you planning to create a Second Emperor..."

"cough……"

Yang Cheng coughed slightly, and then the official shut up instantly.

"What do you think? Grand Admiral Thrawn?"

Yang Cheng continued to look at Marshal Suolong, and Marshal Suolong also continued to explain his views.

"The Empire's second administrative capital can be used as a backup capital. Its radiation range includes the Empire's latest occupied areas and the territory of the future Empire."

Marshal Thrawn patiently explained, including the importance of setting up a second administrative capital and the direction of future strategic development.

"Ah, very good"

After Thrawn told Yang Cheng the general idea, Yang Cheng nodded and then praised.

"Do as you say. If you need anything, tell the Ministry of Military Affairs."

Yang Cheng hung up the communication, and then looked at the high lords behind him.

"Do you have any ideas? You can tell me, or tell Jamal."

Yang Cheng glanced around the crowd kindly, and then asked slowly.

"Your Majesty, you have the final say."

Several high-ranking lords said hurriedly, while the Grand Master of the Assassin Court and the National Religion personnel glanced at them. If these high-ranking lords dared to say "no", then there would be thousands more servitors in the servitor field tomorrow. .

"Okay, let's do this for now. Notify the expeditionary force to speed up the progress."

Yang Cheng clicked on the system screen as he spoke, and a figure slowly appeared behind Yang Cheng.

"who!"

The Grand Master of the Assassin Court was the first to react, followed by Gemal and Kalbo Casting General.

In an instant, countless gun muzzles and blades were pointed at the black figure.

"Your Majesty, do you need me?"

"Well, at least you look kinder than them."

The black figure took off the robe that covered his face, and then revealed the gray beard on his cheeks and his slender body.

"It is an honor, my lord."

The old man bent his body slightly and expressed his respect to Yang Cheng.

"Want to fight one on one, big guy?"

The old man looked at Gemal who was eager to try, and then asked in a slightly provocative tone.

"My lord?"

Jemal turned to look at Yang Cheng, as if asking for his opinion.

"go"

Yang Cheng nodded, and the moment Yang Cheng nodded, Jemal rushed out, with the sharp spear pointed directly at the old man's face.

"You can't hit me with this speed, big guy. You, like that electric fan, can only use brute force and fancy sword skills. It's useless."

As the old man spoke, he avoided Jemal's attacks. Jemal's attacks were getting faster and faster, and the old man evaded his attacks as nimbly as if he turned into a black shadow.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, this heralded the beginning of the old man's counterattack.

The bright red lightsaber was pulled out from his waist, and with bursts of "buzzing" sounds, the old man slashed at Gemal.

"If this is your limit, then that's it. I have dozens of ways to kill you."

The old man held the lightsaber in one hand and attacked Gemal with gorgeous and simple sword skills.

"boom!"

Jemal held the spear with one hand, approached the old man in the blink of an eye, then clenched his fist and struck the old man in the face.

"too slow"

The old man's soft words sounded again, and then he easily dodged Jamal's attack.

The old man held a curved-handled lightsaber and struck at Jemal. Compared with Jemal's nervous response, the old man was obviously more at ease.

"Your offensive rhythm has been messed up. Please adjust your rhythm, you idiot."

The old man easily dealt with the attack of the forbidden army, and then spoke in provocative words.

Jemal did not answer, and his accelerated attack speed undoubtedly proved the correctness of the old man's words.

"If you study swordsmanship for a few more decades, you might be able to touch my threshold, but you are too weak now."

As the old man's voice sounded, the speed of the lightsaber in his hand began to increase, so fast that only a few afterimages could be seen.

And Jemal was forced to speed up, which made his already chaotic offensive rhythm even more chaotic.

Along with the old man's rhythmic attack, Jemal took advantage of his unpreparedness and pointed the explosive launcher installed in the spear at the old man.

With the shooting of two explosive bombs, they were easily resolved by the old man.

"Tap tap tap tap tap..."

The old man's boots made a crisp sound when he stepped on the ground, and with the sound, the old man launched another attack.

The crimson lightsaber struck at Jamal's helmet. The speed was so fast that Jamal didn't even react. At this time, the blade was less than a few centimeters away from Jamal's head. The blade hit Jamal. There was a dark scorch mark left on the shoulder pads of the armor.

"If it weren't for His Majesty being here, I think I might need one of your arms to pay for my tuition. You go to Grievous and learn swordsmanship for decades first and then come and challenge me in a duel, you idiot."

The old man glanced at the unconvinced Imperial Guard, then turned around and walked straight towards Yang Cheng.

"His Majesty"

The old man saluted Yang Cheng, and then took back his curved-handled lightsaber.

"Who is this? Why is he so strong?"

Several high lords were talking about it. The fighting power of this old man was beyond their imagination. Anyone could see that the duel between this old man and the imperial army was just playing house with a child. This old man's strength could be Easily kill this Forbidden Army, its strength may even be close to that of the Forbidden Army Sword Guard Captain.

"Salute to you, Your Majesty"

The old man saluted Yang Cheng again and then said.

"My lord, you may call me Dooku or Darth Tyranus."

After the old man finished speaking, he looked up at the emperor, his eyes full of depth and death.

Count Dooku (Industrial Pioneer Saruman)