Chapter 855 Slow

"If you say that, then you can't get involved even more." The two of them couldn't help but think in their hearts.

Since Bai Mo hinted so clearly, they could basically confirm that there must be his shadow behind the black magic, and Como, this silly boy, just happened to get the chance.

"This is a serious matter. We will discuss the matter of black magic with other electors in the Imperial Parliament." Ye Dexian did not refuse in person, but kicked a ball.

"If I said that the birth of black magic has nothing to do with my body, would you believe it?" Bai Mo suddenly asked.

"..."

After leaving this rhetorical question, Bai Mo's ray of consciousness began to slowly dissipate in the air.

…

"Do you believe what he said?" After laying down dozens of detection spells and confirming that there was no consciousness left by Bai Mo around, Xiliu, who had been silent for a long time, asked.

"From what I know about him, he doesn't bother to lie directly, but his lies are often presented in a way that only tells half of the truth."

Hundreds of years ago, when Ye Dexian had not yet made his fortune and was still an unknown young man, he worked as an assistant to the "Bai Mo" for a period of time, helping them organize information and run errands. Therefore, he had a comparative understanding of Bai Mo's information. Deep understanding.

"Believe it or not, I will never touch black magic." Shiliu said.

"I will hand over today's information to the Imperial Parliament for discussion."

"Venice used black magic to kill your incarnation. Is this the end of it?"

"When she takes that step, I will calculate the ledger again." Ye Dexian responded calmly.

"Why can't you understand our hard work? With the empire's current weak space navigation technology, it took more than a hundred years to fly to the nearest material-rich Proxima Galaxy."

"For more than a hundred years, except for a few newly discovered small worlds, the huge empire has not made any material income at all. It has been consuming its inventory. It was not until it landed in the Proxima Galaxy that it received new supplies."

"If, like before, we allow many monks to advance at will, all kinds of heaven and earth spiritual beings will be quickly consumed, and then they will fall into even greater disasters."

"In their eyes, we are just people who block the way for our own selfishness. How can we possibly listen to it?"

"According to the current development rate, most of the material in the Proxima Galaxy will be mined in eighty-three years. However, the next galaxy, at the speed of our fleet, will take nearly three hundred years to fly."

"Even based on the current number of extraordinary beings, if the entire Proxima Galaxy's spiritual material reserves are developed, it can only meet the needs of less than four hundred years. If there are more monks, we will fly to the next galaxy. The resource inventory is insufficient.”

…

They felt that they were not suppressing latecomers purely for their own selfish desires, but that the universe was hopelessly big, and the empire's interstellar navigation technology could not keep up.

It is not difficult to feed many civilians, but there is a lack of channels to obtain many cultivation resources, genius treasures, so the number of advancements for high-level monks can only be artificially limited to protect the rights and interests of existing monks.

"We are still too slow." Xiliu couldn't help but sigh.

The next target galaxy is nearly thirty light-years away from Proxima Centauri. Even if it travels at the speed of light, it will take more than thirty years of non-stop flight.

The empire's current technology can only support the main fleet to advance at one-tenth the speed of light.

One-tenth of the speed of light is an extremely fast speed that cannot be reacted to in this world, but from the perspective of the universe, it is still as slow as a turtle crawling.

At a distance of thirty light years, the Imperial fleet would need to fly non-stop for three hundred years, which is the time of ten generations of mortals.

Even a sixth-level monk with a life span of nearly three thousand years means that another tenth of his life will be consumed on a long journey.

As for mortals, it will be a life relay for several generations. A baby at the time of departure, I am afraid that only his great-great-grandson and his grandson's grandson will have a glimmer of hope to have the opportunity to set foot on the destination.

Unfortunately, there is no way. Although the Imperial Academy of Sciences has worked hard for more than three hundred years, it is still far from the super-light navigation technology.

If we don't exceed the speed of light, we can only continue with the existing methods and systems.

With a population of trillions, tens of billions of monks are born who are hungry for food. They will eat up all the cultivation resources along the way, and then continue to the next place rich in spiritual materials.

In fact, the technology of artificially planting and cultivating mid-to-high-level spiritual flowers and spiritual grass, or industrially synthesizing various spiritual materials is already quite mature, but generally it takes a long time. In an environment lacking "innate spiritual energy", it can easily take hundreds of years. Only then can something be gained.

For the rapidly expanding team of monks, there is no doubt that water from far away cannot save those who are near thirsty.

The time period for obtaining mid-to-high-end resources is too long, and there are too many monks and too few people. This is the fundamental reason why many true immortals secretly support the restriction of latecomers.

They did not want to be high-ranking monks of the ruling class and have to fight each other to death due to the fierce competition for survival.

On the contrary, ordinary people who are unable to practice can actually still get by with the current technological level of the empire even if they live on a leader ship all their lives, without having to worry about it every day like extraordinary people.

The empire inherited the Earth Age, and a special policy of the Huaya Federation was to pay a fixed monthly amount unconditionally.

Any imperial citizen with an ID will receive an income of one thousand imperial yuan in their terminal account every month to maintain the most basic needs of life.

Completely industrially produced artificial meat and synthetic starch, as well as many daily necessities that have been fully automated, are extremely cheap. A single person can survive on a monthly living expense of one thousand imperial yuan.

As for the cost of giving money...it seems that most prices have not changed much over the years. After all, a thousand yuan goes into the hands of the poor, and they have to spend it all on buying various necessities before they can cover up the heat, and return to various shops for food, clothing, housing and transportation. On hand.

The various shops can be traced back to their origins, and in the end they can almost all be attributed to the background of certain characters.

It is precisely because of this that the empire is happy with this money-issuing policy.

Before the distribution, the money only belonged to the imperial treasury. After the distribution, the profits from consumption went into your own pockets.

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"Reporting to your Lady Queen, the Empire Speaker is about to convene a meeting." In Sansou Palace, a female official came hurriedly from the reception room.

"I understand, step back."

"Qing Kemo, do you want to attend the meeting together?"

"No."

If Cuomo had heard such words yesterday, he would have happily disguised himself as the Queen's aide-de-camp and walked into the parliament hall together.

But now, whenever he thinks about the relationship between the two of them just using each other, he feels a little uncomfortable even being close to each other.