Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1175: Betrayal and Ambition

Chapter 1175: Betrayal and Ambition

If they were pushed too far, it was very likely they could unite against him and turn their backs.

"Even if I don’t want the battleship, with so many of you, who else will you give it to?" Prince Ceodore said nonchalantly.

"That’s not something the Prince needs to worry about. We’ll handle it ourselves," Goltron replied.

"Forty percent is too little. I want seventy percent."

"That’s impossible. After excluding the battleship, with only three people left, wouldn’t we get less than ten percent each?" Without hesitation, they immediately rejected the idea.

Agreeing to it would only make Ceodore more demanding.

Prince Ceodore’s face immediately darkened. "Excluding the battleship? You think the battleship isn’t a war trophy? Do you truly believe that without you, I can’t defeat Aelra?"

"This..." The generals hesitated upon seeing his anger.

Aelra’s greatest asset wasn’t his mecha army, but the cosmic battleship.

"Then it’s settled," they said, afraid that if they angered Ceodore further by raising the stakes, they would end up losing everything.

As for how to divide the battleship after they took it, that was a matter for the four of them to figure out.

Prince Ceodore looked at them with a cold sneer in his heart.

His benefits wouldn’t come so easily; he wouldn’t let them off without skin being peeled off first.

The communication was cut off, and his subordinate, Gren, immediately stepped forward.

"Prince, these people dare to have designs on you. When they can’t swallow it, they’ll choke. But with that, won’t our position in the Erythar Star System weaken? Could we even have trouble taking over the Erythar Star System?" Gren probably guessed what Ceodore was planning.

"What? Do you think I can’t conquer a mere Erythar Star System?" Ceodore’s cold gaze shot toward him.

"No, no, no, if even Aelra is no match for you, humans are even less of a threat," Gren quickly lowered his head, not daring to provoke the prince further.

"In order to prevent humans from interfering, once the plan begins, you will lead an army of 10,000 Cosmorite mechas and 500,000 troops to attack Planet Veloxia."

A cruel glint flashed in Ceodore’s eyes.

e had no problem orchestrating internal strife, but he would never let humans reap the benefits like opportunistic scavengers.

"Your Highness, I fear that even with 10,000 mechas and 500,000 troops, it will be difficult to take Planet Veloxia, given its heavy defenses. Moreover..." Gren hesitated for a moment. "I’ve heard that the Draconis Empire has recruited those people. If they intervene, I worry that we won’t be able to hold our ground."

"There is no need to conquer Planet Veloxia. I only need to stall the Draconis Empire’s forces temporarily. As for those people... I have my own methods. There’s no rush." A cold smirk curled at the corner of Ceodore’s lips. "Go, bring Nemel in."

"Nemel has returned?" Gren’s body tensed. "I’ll bring him in right away."

Moments later, an alien entered the room.

He was slightly shorter than average, with ashen-gray skin and a bald head.

Two tentacle-like appendages protruded from his scalp.

"Your Highness." Nemel stepped forward and saluted.

"You’re back. What did you find out?" Prince Ceodore leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, lifting his eyelids slightly.

"Humans are indeed not entirely united, just as Your Highness predicted. Previously, Zesch made contact with a pirate faction called Ashen Djinn Brotherhood. This faction includes cultivators. The Draconis Empire originally intended to recruit Ashen Djinn Brotherhood, but because they had dealings with Zesch, it seems they has excluded them and instead signed an agreement with Sable Andalus League. Additionally, they have recruited five cultivators—one of whom, a man called Immortal Duan, is particularly powerful." Gren reported in full detail.

"And what else?"

"The Draconis Empire has three other cultivators. Their strength is also considerable, but they are unwaveringly loyal to the empire and cannot be swayed. However, others might be. I have already sent people to make contact. Our conquest of the Andromeda Universe is inevitable—these people won’t be blind to that reality."

"Furthermore, I have learned that the Draconis Empire has already begun spreading cultivation techniques among its people. Many humans are now cultivating. Although their progress is slow, if left unchecked, they could become a serious threat to us in the future."

Prince Ceodore suddenly stood up, his expression sharpening. "And the cultivation techniques—have you found any?"

"I investigated immediately, but..." Gren hesitated.

"But what?" Prince Ceodore’s brows furrowed, sensing bad news.

"It seems that this particular cultivation method is not suitable for us. However, I have also learned that there are many different types of cultivation. Just because one or two methods do not work for us does not mean all methods are incompatible. The cultivation techniques spread among humans are undoubtedly tailored for them."

Prince Ceodore pondered for a moment before saying, "I’ve also heard that cultivation grants humans immortality. Is this true?"

"I have no direct proof, but based on what I know, some cultivators are already 200 years old yet still appear to be in their thirties or forties. Their strength is immense, and they show no signs of aging."

After a brief silence, Prince Ceodore’s eyes suddenly gleamed with ambition. "Recruit them. Bring them to me at any cost. If they are strong enough, they are worthy of standing as my equals."

Aliens viewed humans as weak because, in their eyes, humanity was indeed fragile as a whole.

However, they also admired those who were strong.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"There’s one more matter—Aelra has rebelled. Not long ago, he eliminated Zesch and took over Planet Teutonia. Now, he has set his sights on Planet Gallia. This time, Goltron and those other fools are planning to encircle and annihilate him. First, go to Planet Teutonia and cut off Aelra’s retreat. Trap them near Planet Gallia. You should go as well."

"Your Highness, I’m not sure if I should say this..." Nemel hesitated but ultimately decided to speak.

"Go ahead."

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