The Doomsday Lord: Starting as a Insect Queen Chapter 854: 330: A Delivered Reason (6k)

Chapter 854: Chapter 330: A Delivered Reason (6k)

Not far from Barrow star, on a “Steel Fortress”

Harlim was leisurely walking in his palace. As the master of this planet and the convener of this eting, being late was his privilege.

Strolling within the palace, the area within sight was a world of tal and machinery, unmanned machines busily working in silence, with the noise of machinery operating incessantly.

To others, the environnt of this palace might be too monotonous and harsh, but to him, to a chanical Master, this was the most beautiful scenery and the most pleasant lody.

Amidst the chanical roar, each represented the assembly of one chanical unit in his hand, and the wandering unmanned machines represented the resources in his hand transforming into real accumulation.

Transforming into his loyal chanical units quietly waiting for his command in so corner of the palace.

Not only his palace, but the entire planet has already been transford into a Steel Fortress through his years of accumulated transformation.

In his view, only machines are the most loyal subordinates in the world, and within his subordinates, not a single living person exists in the entire palace.

Even if walking from the depths of the palace, many subordinates and servants have already passed by, but actually among them, not a single living person exists.

Even if they seem like a living person, feel like a living person, and even function like a living person, possessing all the abilities of a living person, of the capable and capable kind.

Yet if Bai Yi were here, he could distinguish at a glance that inside these “people” there were no souls, rely puppets in human form.

And these are all his personal creations!

As a rarely bio-involved chanical Master in the Starry Sky, these human puppets are his trademark.

Using true Transcendents as materials for live transformation, integrating machinery and bionic materials, finally transforming into “living dead” without personal thought but living bodies.

If not for the necessity for this planet to engage externally, he even contemplated turning all residents of this planet into these living dead puppets.

If not adversarial, maybe his ideology and Bai Yi would share a lot in common.

After all, compared to Bai Yi, Harlim’s biggest difference lies in achieving all this through machinery, though his thods are sowhat cruder.

Moreover, his unbridled approach to making puppets from the living has already sparked dissatisfaction among nurous people in the Starry Sky.

The issues haven’t erupted because he himself is an experienced Seventh Rank, backed by one of the top civilizations in the Starry Sky.

Yet Harlim does not care at all about this; it’s just so opposition from the bottom tier, as long as it doesn’t interfere with his money-making nor impede his authority in this star region, let them say whatever.

Besides, no matter how much they speak, when he convenes the gathering, aren’t they all still running over to flatter, running over to deliver resources?

With the status he commands now through gatherings, he almost embodies the rules in this star region.

Thinking of those who oppose him being helpless against him, Harlim felt joyful.

However, he also understood that this gathering depends not just on him, he provides rely a platform, the real influence cos from all the high-level strong persons attending the gathering.

On his own, he could never achieve so much.

Initially, he started the gathering precisely because he seized the opportunity to deflect attention and offset his negative image at the ti.

Only later, this gathering unexpectedly flourished, allowing him to obtain various resources and support, and even access channels to connect with those two Alchemists.

Moreover, his gathering is not irreplaceable, what’s important is the gathering itself, not his particular gathering; his current gathering is a matter of habit and tacit acceptance.

Without him, others can fully organize it.

If sothing happened to him, the next one could be Hadir or Hadam, but definitely not him, Harlim.

Harlim can ignore and even casually handle those bottom-tier Starry Sky People into puppets, but he absolutely cannot neglect these few allies of high-tier stature.

At least, not openly.

Calculating the ti, it’s about ti for the gathering to comnce.

Harlim no longer leisurely strolled, the space fluctuations around him flickered, and a set of lightweight cha covered him.

The nozzle at his back spewed blue fla, instantly transforming into a teor flying towards a large building in the city, almost arriving at the venue right on ti.

By this ti, in the venue, the other five had already arrived, waiting for him to start chatting.

On one side, two were chatting and discussing, while on the other, three gathered for warmth, occasionally glancing at the two opposite them, clearly divided.

Harlim smiled knowingly under the cha’s visor; these were the two small groups he had been guiding for so long.

Unable to secure sufficient speaking rights in the eting by himself, he certainly sought ways.

Normally, the simplest and most effective would naturally be eting his own strength criteria or being able to offer core interests like those two Alchemists, leaving others no choice but to comply.

But reaching the strength short term wasn’t feasible, as for the interests, not only is providing them out of the question, not having them stir trouble due to his own negative image is fortunate enough.

He could only settle for second best, using a more complex yet most common thod—balance of power.