Global Catastrophe: I, Mecha God, Can't Hide From The World

Very hot city, palace.

The Footpot Emperor has been worried these past few days. Although on the surface he still appears to be the bright and wise leader in the hearts of the people, the sallowness between his brows has become much thicker.

Keiko, I don't know why you have to reject me like this?

His Majesty the Emperor walked into his bedroom, quietly came to the bedside, and sat down.

Don't you feel my love for you at all?

On the bed, Keiko no longer had the vitality of the past. There were bruises on her face. She was curled up in the bed with her head buried in the bed, and her hair was messy.

I know you love the empire, otherwise you wouldn't be researching mechas for the empire so that the empire can achieve its brilliant achievements today, but... you are so resistant to me, the master of the empire...

The emperor sat by the bed, with the katana in his hand on the ground, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands. He didn't care about Keiko's reaction on the bed, and just talked to himself.

Do you know how much I have paid for the people of the empire?

As a king who serves the country and the people, am I not worthy of your loyalty and service?

Speaking of the pain, His Majesty the Emperor's voice became louder and louder, even faintly angry.

It's funny to say that the great emperor of the footbath, since he got the mecha, has punched the eagle sauce and kicked the strange beasts, but he can't deal with the beautiful girl, and he still hasn't been able to show off his power until now.

The empire's great holy war has achieved great results. I want you to see that I will lead my feet to stand at the top of the world! And I am the only emperor of this great empire!!

The Foot Basin Emperor stood up impassionedly, pointing his sword at the sky, his chest surging.

The holy war must be defeated...

Keiko slowly raised her head, looked at the Emperor of the Foot Basin with dull eyes, a hint of a smile on her face, and said weakly.

idiot!!!

Snapped!!

How could the Footpot Emperor allow someone to resist him? Hearing Keiko make that protesting voice, he slapped Keiko on the face in anger.

Keiko didn't dodge, and was beaten hard again. There were a few bruises on her face again, and blood even flowed from the corner of her mouth.

During this period of time, the emperor lost his temper because of Keiko's resistance, but he did not dare to kill this female doctor who had the image of a heroine in the hearts of the people.

Moreover, the Foot Basin Emperor had coveted Keiko for a long time. If Keiko was killed with a simple knife, the emperor himself would not be willing to do so.

Therefore, Keiko could only be locked on the bed. If she lifted the quilt, she would find that Keiko's hands and feet were tightly bound by heavy shackles.

Your Majesty the Emperor...

While the Foot Basin Emperor was punching and kicking Keiko, a dull voice came from outside the bedroom.

The Footpot Emperor then straightened his clothes, gave Keiko an angry look, and walked out of the room.

At the door, the Minister of Logistics was lying on the ground on all fours, with his forehead on the ground, only slightly tilting his head, looking in the direction of the emperor's bedroom.

The moment the emperor opened the door, the Minister of Logistics suddenly saw Dr. Keiko who was shackled.

The Minister of Logistics knew in his heart that although His Majesty the Emperor was a decent man on the outside, he was an extremely cruel person on the inside, but so what? The entire empire trembles under the feet of His Majesty the Emperor, and he is nothing more than the Emperor's dog.

The Minister of Logistics hurriedly withdrew his gaze and buried his head on the ground, not daring to look or think anymore.

Your Majesty the Emperor, there is news from the commander on the mountain that the number of frontline mechas is insufficient and the ammunition can only last for more than ten days... The Imperial Jihad is in great difficulty.

The Minister of Logistics lay on the ground in fear and reported carefully.

Zuosang, you shouldn't ask me these questions. As the Minister of Logistics, your task is to ensure sufficient supplies. You must, like a blood-sucking bug, pool all the resources of the empire to maintain the empire's holy war. .

The Foot Basin Emperor frowned very dissatisfied, today was another depressing day.

Your Majesty the Emperor, I have strictly ordered domestic factories to step up manufacturing, but we are running out of raw materials in all aspects, and many countries in Blue Star have also embargoed us... Soon, we will be faced with a situation where there is no raw material available. .

The Minister of Logistics replied with sincerity. The Footpot family was already notorious in Blue Star, and now they are brazenly launching a war, which made the friends of Blue Star even more disgusted.

Therefore, even if the Yingjiang family has not had time to notify other countries and impose sanctions on footbaths, many friends have already implemented strict embargo policies on footbaths.

idiot!!

Those damn guys, they don't know the current affairs. Since they don't give it to us, we will get it ourselves!!

The Foot Basin Emperor swore and cursed, greeting the ancestors of the embargoed countries over and over again in his heart.

What?

Get it yourself?

When the Minister of Logistics heard this, his facial features twisted together.

Your Majesty, our mechas are currently insufficient in number, and the battle with the Takajia family has just gained a foothold. If we continue to brazenly launch a war against other countries, we will be completely dragged into the quagmire of war...

The Minister of Logistics advised that the front-line operations were already very reluctant, and now they have to start multi-line operations. If that happens, it is foreseeable that the entire foot basin country's logistics will become a mess.

And it will become increasingly difficult for him, the logistics minister, to do his job. Once the battlefield is defeated, he, the logistics minister, will inevitably be the first to be caught and take the blame.

Zuosang, don't be nervous. Although big countries are difficult for us to deal with, those small countries...

The Footpot Emperor patted the Minister of Logistics on the shoulder. He had already thought about the possibility of facing such a situation, and had already planned how to deal with it.

For example, Nanbang Country...it's time to resolve the island dispute between us and the Nanbangzi!

Zuosang, how many imperial mechas are left in our homeland?

The Footpot Emperor was filled with high morale.

There are still 15,000 units left, and there are plans to produce another 5,000 units...

Very good, tell Shan Shan that I will send him another 5,000 imperial mechas. As the supreme commander, he must solve the rest by himself. The remaining 10,000 mechas... you go and inform Toyotomi, he You have a month to capture Nanbangzi, and then continue north to attack Xia Kingdom!!

Why does the Xia Kingdom occupy so many resources of Blue Star? Only we, the Footpot Nation, deserve to have these resources!!

The Minister of Logistics left the palace angrily. It was obvious that His Majesty the Emperor had just decided to launch a war of aggression again. Although the Nanbangzi were stupid, it was not that easy to attack them with conventional combat power. As for the Xia Kingdom... …

To be honest, as the empire's logistics minister, he did not suggest attacking the Xia Kingdom at all. It was simply seeking death.

The Minister of Logistics has seen the end of his career and decided to resign in a few days.

This muddy water will flow to anyone who wants to!