Chương 35: The Expansion of the Eastern Empire
The air was thick with tension in the central hall of Zeyron's citadel, an advanced fortress of gleaming silver and gold that stood as the heart of his rising kingdom. Every surface hummed faintly with mana-infused energy. A single figure approached through the grand doors—a humanoid mech, her steps precise and resonant. She was tall, with a sleek metallic frame reminiscent of a knight's armor. Two horn-like appendages rose from her head, faintly glowing as they gathered data from her vast network of informants.
"Master Zeyron," she said, bowing deeply. Her voice carried a synthetic grace, a mixture of machine efficiency and human intonation. "I bring urgent news regarding the movements of the Eastern Empire."
Zeyron stood at the edge of the hall in his spirit body, his new synthetic body radiating an aura of absolute dominance was seated on the thrown.
It was clear that zeyron like to be in his true form not in a puppet body.
Nova materialized beside him, his glowing form flickering with restrained excitement.
"What news, Cyrene?" Zeyron asked, his tone calm but with an undercurrent of authority.
Cyrene straightened, her glowing blue eyes locking with Zeyron's. "In the span of three months, lord Rudra has unified the East under his banner. The Eastern Empire is now a reality, with a military force that is unmatched in sheer numbers. Moreover," she hesitated for a moment, "he has just conquered the North with his army alone. Neither Rudra himself nor any of his top officials participated in the campaign."
Zeyron raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Impressive. How large is his army?"
Cyrene's horns glowed faintly as she accessed her information. "Their total forces are estimated to be 100,000 strong. All of them are, on average, rank C."
Zeyron crossed his arms, his golden eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Rank C… and ten times the size of our own."
Nova interjected, his glowing figure pacing in mid-air. "But do not forget, my lord, your army of 10,000 machine life is, on average, rank B. Not to mention we also have 500 Cybertronian elite force" the seven leaders of Cybertronian eyes glow with Pride at zeyron 's words.
Zeyron smirked slightly. "Also eastern empire numbers may be overwhelming, but quality often trumps quantity."
"Their bodies are made of one of the strongest materials known in this world." Zeyron said with Pride.
Nova flickered for a moment before adding, "Correction: sixth and fifth strongest, if you consider unique magical alloys."
Zeyron shot him an annoyed glance but chose to ignore the remark. "Cyrene, what are the movements of their forces now?"
"They appear to be consolidating their hold over the North," Cyrene replied. "No immediate moves toward the West or South yet, but their expansion has been rapid and highly efficient. If Rudra sets his sights here, he will become a formidable rival."
Zeyron exhaled slowly, his golden eyes glowing faintly. "Rudra's ambition is impressive, but ambition alone is not enough to conquer this world." He turned to Nova and Cyrene. "Prepare our forces. We need to solidify our hold over the Western regions before Rudra decides to turn his gaze our way. And Cyrene, intensify surveillance on the Eastern Empire. I want to know every move they make."
"As you command," Cyrene said, bowing deeply before retreating.
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Later that evening, Zeyron convened with his seven Cybertronian leaders in the grand strategy chamber. The room was dominated by a massive holographic map of the world, with territories marked in glowing colors. The East shone a fiery red, signifying the newly-formed Eastern Empire.
Megatron, the towering and imposing leader of the Cybertronians, stood at the head of the table, his crimson optics scanning the map. "Lord Rudra has shown remarkable efficiency in his conquests. His tactics suggest a level of strategic genius… or overwhelming resources."
Starscream leaned against the table, his tone laced with sharp amusement. "Overwhelming resources, surely. No genius would send an army without top officials to ensure victory. He's simply playing the numbers game."
Zeta Magnus, ever the stalwart, frowned. "Underestimating an opponent like lord Rudra could be our downfall. Even without participating personally, his forces have achieved what few have."
Jetfire, the strategist, stepped forward, his tone analytical. "If we're to counter the Eastern Empire, we need to focus on strengthening alliances and expanding our own territory. Their numbers may dwarf ours, but if we secure strategic locations and resources, we can offset their advantage."
Zeyron listened intently, his gaze unwavering. Finally, he spoke. "We will not rush to confrontation. Instead, we will focus on fortifying our position and developing new technologies.Cybertronians are the strongest force of this empire but we have very few of them. With them, we can outlast and outmaneuver any opposition."
Grimlock, ever the brute, slammed his fist into the table, leaving a dent. "Let them come! We'll crush them with strength alone!"
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Preparations for War
In the days that followed, Zeyron's kingdom buzzed with activity. The Cybertronians worked tirelessly to expand their production facilities, creating new units and upgrading existing ones. Ramiris, ever enthusiastic, oversaw the construction of a massive factory which will be used for the creation of the body of new machine life was impressed seeing how the life is created by zeyron.
As the sun set on the citadel, Zeyron stood on the balcony overlooking his kingdom. The Cybertronians marched below in perfect formation, their metallic forms gleaming in the twilight.
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