Chapter 888 — Omen
Blade of Dawn · Page 4 of 4
"Rapidly and in mass quantities, churn out a large number of new shadow dramas. The production doesn't need to be polished, but they must be guaranteed to be interesting enough—this can draw more Typhonians to pay attention. There's no need to directly and openly promote Cecil, to avoid arousing the vigilance and resistance of the Aldernan side, but we must frequently reinforce the impression of Cecil's advancement within the shadow dramas...
"Increase investment in overseas newspapers and magazines, recruit some locals, and build up some 'academic authorities'—they don't need to be true authorities, but as long as enough newspapers and magazines declare them to be authorities, naturally enough Typhonians will believe it..."
Gao Yang laid out his conceptions one by one, describing the plan he would use to dismantle the Typhonians' sense of cohesion and shake the foundations of Typhon society, while Amber listened earnestly before him. Only after he finally finished speaking did Amber unable to resist exclaiming, "Honestly, I think this is more terrifying than killing on the battlefield..."
Gao Yang glanced at her. "Why do you think so?"
"Killing on the battlefield only makes soldiers fall, but the weapon you're forging will make an entire nation fall," Amber pursed her lips. "And the latter won't even realize it until it has already fallen."
After two seconds of silence, Gao Yang said, "The you of the past wouldn't have thought of something so profound."
"The me of the past wouldn't have come into contact with something so profound either," Amber shrugged. "If I've become cunning and treacherous, then it must be because you led me astray."
Hearing Amber's carefree teasing, Gao Yang was not the least bit angry. He merely fell silent for a few seconds in thought, then suddenly laughed at himself.
"Sometimes I also feel my methods are rather underhanded, but what we face is a Typhon that wants to take a bite out of us at any moment... I truly am somewhat wary of such a hostile old empire, so I can only keep increasing the dosage of 'poison,'" he said, shaking his head and glossing over the topic. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Next, I want to try a few things, and I'll need you to watch over me from the sidelines."
Amber immediately broke into a smile. "Hey, I'm good at that—guarding... wait, isn't the Evernight's mental network already nationalized now? There's no need to risk infiltrating it anymore, is there?"
Gao Yang realized she had misunderstood him and couldn't help but wave his hand with a smile. Then he curled his fingers and tapped on the Shield of the Guardian resting on the table. "It's not about infiltrating the network—I want to try to 'communicate' with this shield."
Hearing this, Amber's gaze toward Gao Yang suddenly turned a little strange. "...You want to communicate with a shield? Hey, I knew something was off with you staring at this shield every day lately, and you kept saying it was nothing. Have you been recalling the past too much recently, causing you to..."
Gao Yang looked at Amber quietly, then tapped the shield on the table again. "I don't mind using this to slap you onto the wall."
Amber immediately shrank her neck and glanced at that shield of legendary renown—it was clearly much broader than the Sword of the Pioneer. If she were slapped onto the wall with it, she would surely be embedded very evenly; forget prying her out, they probably wouldn't even be able to scrub her off...
"I was just joking," she said, shrinking her neck. "Don't always be so brutal..."
Gao Yang ignored the small muttered protests of this disgrace to the Empire and refocused his attention on the Shield of the Guardian before him.
After several days of hesitation and weighing, he had finally decided... to try contacting this "Legacy of the Starry Sky" before him, using the same method by which he had once come into contact with the Eternal Stone Slate.