As for the ship-building base that Bachman secretly established, it could produce enough military ships for him every year. The technical materials that the faithful Kezmian believers had stolen from him, though only blueprints of old Yinmeng destroyers and frigates, allowed him to have a private army that was truly loyal to him, like the richest of the Heisenbergs.

Once it was all over in order, and when his fleet of Fakhl Empire was beginning to take shape, it was time for him to do what he did best.

Instigation and incitement, stir up hatred and hatred in the hearts of the people, distort the facts, distort the concepts, make them trust themselves, and thus step by step into the trap he has laid.

As early as more than ten years ago, he had mastered the information of the colonies of the Silver Alliance in multiple galaxies. The lack of political views, brutal management, and repressive public anger and small-scale riots of all kinds, each time the Security Committee sent volunteers to suppress them, made him feel that it was an excellent breakthrough.

In Fakhle's opinion, the colonies of the Silver Alliance in each galaxy have obvious defense weaknesses, and except for the Itong system, which is inhabited by many shipmen, these proud military council fools actually don't station regular fleets for any of the colonies!

In the distant Bald system, the flames of war are burning continuously, which can buy time for his long-conceived plan.

Since a few years ago, Fakhl has been sending a backbone of Kezmiya to fan the flames in various colonies. Taking advantage of the fact that almost all of the Silver Alliance's naval fleet is fighting with the Vulkens in Balder, and when a chain of turmoil breaks out in the colony where the people are full of grievances, and the worthless reserve force of the Security Council is no longer sustainable, he will sit on the Olmuzd space station with the strength of warships, and lead the Imperial fleet under his command to sweep everything with overwhelming combat power.

Resources, population, equipment, ships, and the assets of the Silver Alliance government in the major colonies will rapidly expand the imperial armament, and he can form a strength that can compete with the local fleets of the Silver Alliance in a short period of time.

At that time, from the inside out, launching an uprising against the officers, the huge Silver Alliance fleet may become vulnerable under his shrewd strategy.

Of course, all this must be based on the premise that the Silver Alliance fleet is still stuck in the quagmire of Bald, and Fakhl can't help but pray to the long-lost true god at this time, hoping that the military power of the Vulcans will last longer, and the war between the two sides will drag on longer.

In that case, maybe he will be able to usurp the entire galaxy in his lifetime!

"Father, you summoned me?" Fakhle's ambitious train of thought was interrupted by a voice behind him, which made him frown, it was Ahmed, his eldest son, the former fall from grace, the only heir to the Fakhl Empire today.

Standing on the terrace at the top of the tower and not looking back, Fakhl still watched with great vigour at his feet at the endless stretch of the evil land that he had completely conquered. One day I will stand on the top of the Angel's Sword and look down on everything there, and he once again made such a great wish in his heart.

The raging stellar rays and raging atmospheric winds have been blocked by the majestic forces outside the spire. Outside, it is impossible to survive even in protective clothing, but the interior of this minaret temple is not close to each other, but it looks warm like spring.

The howls of the wind and the rattling of the sand and gravel were gone, and the room beneath the spire of the dome was silent, with only two loyal guards behind Fakhl and the unfilial son with his beard bowed his head.

"How's that thing I've asked you to track personally?" Fakhl finally turned around at this point, and Ahmed, dressed in traditional Kezmian clothing, couldn't help but look more restrained.

"Yes, father, I am here to report this to you." Ahmed hurriedly said.

"The chairman of the Silver Alliance, Wen Zhong, has been living in seclusion recently, as if to avoid the entanglement of the media, and has been staying in the village of Feathers. With Haydn's disappearance, the Cabinet of the President of Angel City seems to be in vain. The new chief of staff, Paul. Ron, who was originally a press spokesman, didn't seem to know much about the inside story, and he only prevaricat......ed with the media for various reasons," Ahmed reported, but Fakhl abruptly interrupted him.

"Wen Zhong's situation, think about it, is there anything missing?" He frowned and sighed inwardly.

"Missing...... No, that's what the fourth child's intelligence says. Ahmet looked up at his father, who looked at him with a fierce look that made him bow his head again.

"Sophia. Heinrich, she went to Feather Wing Village to meet with Wen Zhong, didn't she have any information? Fakhle's helplessness for his son made him close his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Ahmed wondered. In Yuyi Village, he met with many members of the Yinmeng government, including the interim speaker of the Parliament, Shen Yueh-wo, and the newly appointed leader of the Cooperative Party, Donald Brown. Johnson, you once said that the debriefing should be concise......"

"You don't think it matters that a candidate for the presidency meets the current chair with less than two months left in the election?" Fakhl said angrily. "Do you think this poisonous woman will just drink flower wine and talk about Fengyue like you when she goes to Wenzhong Mansion?"

"But...... Father. Ahmed still wants to argue.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about that." Fakhl said impatiently, waving his arms to send his son away, and suddenly stopped him after thinking about it.

"The blockade of the Star Gate area should be strengthened in the near future, although we are low-key during this time, Wen Zhong is cunning and cunning, maybe he can guess something, and then send a fleet to conquer it." Fakhl said with some unease.

"Please rest assured father, I have already dispatched all the ships of the Republican Guard, and according to your instructions, the defense of the Anahi Star Gate is seamless." Ahmed is a brave warrior, nurtured by his father, and is also a little accomplished in military command. He was not at all interested in the intelligence and strategies that Fakhl had deliberately cultivated for him to learn, but when he heard the word fleet, his eyebrows fluttered.

"Why are you still worried about the invasion of the Silver Alliance at this time when the Silver Alliance navy is at war with the Vulcans, and almost all of its fleet has been thrown into the Bald front?" Ahmed asked, puzzled.

"Because they still have a whole damn Second Fleet!" Fakhl yelled at him. "Do you think that with the Olmouzd space station and more than a hundred destroyers, you can defeat an entire fleet of the Silver Alliance Navy?" He stared at the only heir, with mixed feelings, afraid that he would say something stupid next.