Douluo: I founded the mecha tribe and I am the king of mecha battles!

Chapter 314 Bowing Down as a Slave
"Under the Demon Emperor's leadership, we found a total of thirteen testing sites on the seabed that recorded different divine positions. Since the divine realm was swept away by the cosmic storm, these divine positions no longer have fixed energy."

"However, we found, to varying degrees, the materials that Your Lord asked us to find on the buildings and altars at these sites of divine inquiry."

Before the second battle, Chen Zhou had already given Huo Wuji the general direction he had set, and also provided a list of materials for building the Time Gate.

It seems that what you've been searching high and low for has suddenly come to you without any effort!

This Demon Emperor can survive!

However, it needs to be used for experimental research by Huo Tian Shu. Facing the Deep Sea Demon Whale Clan, who can reach the level of millions of years by inscribing the Heavenly Tribulation that blocks the ascending channels of soul beasts on the origin of the plane, it would not be in line with his personality not to squeeze out its value.

"Tear it all down and bring it back."

Chen Zhou waved his hand and gave the order.

"Yes."

"Anything else?"

Chen Zhou understood that unless there was something else going on, Huo Wuji would not normally use a mechanical dragon beast to notify him.

After all, Huo Wuji still wields considerable power within the Beast Merchant Guild.

"There is also Huo Tianshu's application for the autonomous crustal traction plan. Huo Tianshu believes that in order to create the Holy Beast Empire in the near future, it is necessary to integrate the three continents of Xingluo Continent, Tiandou Continent and Douluo Continent into one."

"The reports submitted by Zi Kai and Bi Baishan regarding the fluctuations in the Abyss Plane indicate that the permissible passage range and the upper limit of the passage energy level of the Abyss Plane passage are constantly increasing. Rather than passively waiting, they hope to take the initiative and launch a preemptive devouring campaign against the Abyss Plane."

"Nothing more than that."

Despite his pale silver hair, Huo Wuji showed no signs of fatigue. As a motorcycle warrior and the former lord of the City of Time on the Beast Continent, working tirelessly to approve documents was no problem for him.

That's why Chen Zhou felt at ease entrusting all affairs to Huo Wuji. Apart from some general directions and important matters that needed to be reported, Huo Wuji possessed the power of the Mech Beast Merchant Guild, and even the future Holy Mech Beast Empire, second only to the emperor!

Chen Zhou couldn't help but reminisce about the time when there was only one mecha warrior, Lan Jia, and the "discussion on the mecha race" that took place.

Hai Wuliang is arrogant and unruly, and acts eccentrically.

Yun Taixi was cold-hearted and reckless, and rarely knew how to handle things properly.

Tiger Demon Heaven was already tired of ruling and only wanted to lead troops;

Golden Claw God is an all-rounder. If it weren't for the "Shadow Project" which requires him to oversee the information of the entire plane, Golden Claw God and Fire Limitless would definitely be the best partners.

"Here, make a note of this."

Chen Zhou sat on the sofa, not taking Huo Wuji's office chair, and brewed a pot of tea for himself. He said, "Approve all of his funds without affecting the creation of the mecha warriors' bodies. Only by unifying the mainland can all the people witness the superiority and rationality of the new education and scientific education."

"Don't keep dwelling on those outdated and distorted educational methods from the past."

"The times are constantly moving forward with the help of science, and anything that hinders the wheels of history from rolling forward will be suppressed."

He took a sip of tea, his fingertips tracing the rim of the cup. "As for Zi Kai and the others... keep them in check for now. The more lively the Abyss Plane is right now, the bigger the fish we'll catch when we pull in the net."

"Xuan Li told me that the core of the planet in the Douluo Plane has only recently been reborn and hasn't fully stabilized its dimensional space and natural authority yet." "Let these clowns jump around a bit longer. Once I take over the Demon Plane, I'll give Xuan Li a good meal, and then I'll deal with them!"

An eerie silence suddenly fell over the office as the beam of the mechanical dragon's electronic eye sliced ​​the shadows of the corridor into pieces.

Huo Wuji's gaze swept over the scratch marks on the alchemist's collarbone without making a sound—those were the crescent-shaped wounds unique to the Silver Dragon King, with traces of starlight burning left on the edges of the scales.

"My subordinate understands."

Huo Wuji chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing across the data panel. The unique energy patterns of the Machine Beast race instantly compiled all instructions into encrypted code.

"cough!"

"What are your thoughts on how the reclusive families are being dealt with?"

Chen Zhou coughed lightly, pretending to be nonchalant, and then abruptly changed the subject.

The white steam rising from the spout of the purple clay teapot meandered between the two, causing the blue light in the Huo Wuji Optical Mirror to flicker. Suddenly, the mechanical city lord reached out and activated the holographic projection. Dozens of scarlet dots floated on the three-dimensional map of the outskirts of Donghai City—each representing the residence of a reclusive family under house arrest.

"The Wind Sword Sect demolished its ancestral hall on the very day it surrendered."

A mechanical finger traced a spot of light, and the screen immediately displayed images of the various attitudes of the reclusive families from the previous day. "But the Yuanen family is different."

"They said they wanted to meet with you, Lord."

"see me?"

Chen Zhou set down his teacup, the porcelain cup striking the sandalwood table with a crisp sound. The morning light pierced through the thin mist outside the window, casting hazy shadows on the floor. His eyes narrowed slightly, within which the faintly visible alchemical runes seemed to swirl.

Huo Wuji nodded slightly, his finger drawing a blue light screen in mid-air, and information poured down like water: "In the initial negotiations, the Yuanen clan was given the option of becoming your slave clan because of their deep connection with Shrek Academy."

"But considering the implications of the demon plane, we are not in a hurry to get them to make a statement."

"Today they came together with the delegation from the reclusive family to request an audience with Your Majesty."

Chen Zhou looked down at his reflection in the teacup and said softly, "Then let's meet."

The weathervane atop the Alchemy Association headquarters creaked shrilly in the downpour, and the dome of the twelfth-floor council chamber, inlaid with an alchemical matrix simulating the starry sky, flickered erratically with the frequency of the thunderstorm outside the windows. When Chen Zhou stepped into the hall, the eighteen representatives of reclusive families stood up in unison, as did the white-haired Yuan En Zhentian at the far end of the long table, aged and humble.

"It seems you have all accepted reality."

Chen Zhou's boot heels trod across the flowing alchemical runes on the ground, the golden patterns climbing up his clothes as if alive. His gaze swept over the parchment scrolls spread out on the long table—the soul contracts signed by the various families the night before, the ink still glistening with undried blood.

He then casually sat in the main seat, and behind him, a woman from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School respectfully handed the scroll of the soul contract to Chen Zhou and stood obediently behind him.

Once Chen Zhou was seated, the eighteen representatives of reclusive families, led by the Wind Sword Sect, bowed in unison and said, "Greetings, Master!"

Chen Zhou's fingertips tapped lightly on the table, the sound echoing in the vast council hall, as if striking the souls of everyone present. His lowered gaze swept over the respectful faces, finally settling on Yuan Enzhentian. The old man's eyes flickered, clearly carrying complex emotions, but mostly fear.

(End of this chapter)