Him and their stars

King Wilente, who had received professional training, probably felt that his words just now were too solemn, and it was time to use his qualifications as a grandson to make a few noises, maybe it could lighten the atmosphere.

Besides, it can be seen from the slap the regent just gave him that he hates pretentiousness. On the contrary, if you frankly admit that you have selfish motives and conspiracies, you can still be looked down upon.

Sure enough, this time, no one from the regent came to slap him.

However, he didn't get any other response

The young emperor-elect raised his head tremblingly, only to see that surrounded by a wall of colorful and fragrant roses, the old regent was sitting there, with a slightly frivolous expression on his face, but It still looks like a majestic statue.

"Child, come here."

King Wilent suddenly became frightened again.

"Don't worry, I won't hit you this time. Playing sneak attacks all the time will make you look unruly. Besides, the same tricks are useless against a fighting genius like you." The old regent laughed brightly. .

King Wilente still hesitated for a few seconds, and then cautiously took a few steps forward, but still tried his best to maintain a "safe distance" of one meter.

For psykers, of course, this distance has no safety effect at all, but sometimes, attitude is still very important after all.

"My grandson is scared. Of course my grandson knows that before he reports this matter, he will definitely arouse your displeasure, but..."

"No, I'm not unhappy. On the contrary, I feel relieved." The Regent shook his head.

King Valente didn't know if his old grandfather was performing again. However, from his voice, I didn't hear any hint of sharpness, excitement, anger or any other element of warmth.

At this time, his voice was as calm as the natural flowing wind, or the ripples on a flat lake. It was excessively plain, but also excessively reminiscent of icebergs hidden under the sea.

The Chosen Emperor still stood there with a low eyebrow, letting his arms hang naturally to his hands. However, from the corner of his eyes, he could clearly see a kind of excitement shining in the eyes of the old regent. This is a look full of passion for the world. This should be the look of a young person.

"Are you trying to tell me that the Rumina Dominion's idea of ​​universal justice has begun to spread to the entire universe?" The old regent was already full of life, and even his voice had a little It feels like everything is competing.

"No matter if the world is for the common good, there is no hierarchy in the world, workers are the only noble ones. These ideas come from the book called "Yuan", and it indeed originated from Rumina. Now, all parts of the empire are There is no shortage of "Original" fan clubs and research groups, each one is like a cancer cell growing in the body of the empire." The young Emperor Chosen took a deep breath, with a cold tone in his voice, as if he was truly harmonious. This "Yuan" seems to have deep hatred.

"They have autonomy, they are rich and peaceful, and they have systematic evil thoughts. Grandfather, isn't this a poisonous sword? I once wanted to petition the Privy Council to ban "Yuan" nationwide, but the proposal was never approved. To pass. The Senate also held several discussions, but it didn't even make it to the third round of voting..." At this point, King Wei showed a distressed look: "It's unbelievable, just a book, before. Isn’t it just a matter of the Ministry of Truth? But now, the Ministry of Truth actually says that it doesn’t dare to take care of it.”

"Oh, this book was written by me. It was published anonymously through Rumina's publishing house." Yu Liandao.

What the regent said was unexpectedly clear, and the emperor-elect was immediately shocked on the spot.

"You just think that smart people who have read this book will become bold red anti-system elements, and Lumina's existence will give them a beacon of possible sight. One day, these people The anti-system elements will subvert the rule of the Dragon Kings. No...if the war to conquer the alliance fails, the conflicts among the people will be ignited, and they will take action now." Yu Lian looked at the livid face of the eldest grandson. He smiled and said: "You originally thought that if something went wrong in this great expedition, it would be an opportunity for you to rise to the top. However, if you achieve the great achievements of a group of mud-legged people mining in Rumina, it will set yourself off. Becoming a clown."

"My grandfather is wise. I am indeed thinking about my ancestors' country and the country, and the traditional honor of the Galaxy Empire. However, I do have selfish motives..."

"Isn't this great? The Dragon King who has no selfishness or ambition must be a loach in disguise. But what are you forcing?"

"ah?"

"Before the Tirero people walked into the universe, they had a written history of more than 10,000 years. During this process, the Galactic Empire did not exist. Even during the era of galactic war with the ancient Meians, the Galactic Empire did not exist. We all know that Emperor Keldes, who founded the empire, was just a mercenary who made his fortune during the Tirello Unification War. But who was the employer of that mercenary? "

"It's the ancient city-state Republic of Zhushan." Emperor Xuan, who also had the attribute of being a great scholar, said subconsciously, and then he wanted to slap himself. He felt that if he answered now, the atmosphere at the scene would become more and more amusing.

But at this time, it was too late to be entangled anymore. The regent said slowly: "You see, there is nothing eternal in this world. Your grandmother and I once pursued the immortality of the Nine Rings, but... It failed. Later I understood that even if we did reach the truth, we would only extend our reign from a few decades to two or three hundred years, but in the final analysis, what would we be able to change? It’s always stagnant.”

"grandfather……"

"There are no immortal people, no children, no countries that will not perish. To talk about glorious traditions in a stagnant universe is like discussing chastity in a brothel, piety in a church, or politics in a stagnant universe. It seems to be honest. Remember, there is nothing sacred about the empire, so there is nothing wrong with letting it perish, right?"

The old regent let out a hoarse laugh, which made the young emperor-elect tremble. He felt like he was talking to a monster disguised as a human being. He seemed to have no heart, no warmth, and no sense of responsibility as the founder of the empire.

"My child, I will not cancel all the privileges of the Rumina Dominion. You can deal with it according to your own wishes after my death. Whether it is reasonable and legal to cancel the Dominion through the Senate, or use force, it doesn't matter. It doesn’t matter. You are the emperor, and you should achieve your goals by your own strength instead of acting coquettishly to me.”

The emperor-elect lowered his head, with obvious depression and sadness in his voice: "I just hope that I can figure out my reputation."

"But no matter what, it will not perish in this generation, right? What I left behind is, after all, the pinnacle of an empire. In the future, whether it will perish with great vigor or struggle ups and downs depends on It’s about your choice. Which one do you want to choose?”

The regent's voice was like an ominous black hole in the universe, destroying all light sources with its gravity.

The emperor-elect lowered his head and squeezed out a voice through his teeth: "Isn't there eternal life?"

"There is nothing sacred about the Empire," the Prince Regent repeated.

"Yes, there is nothing divine...but without this Rumina no one would understand that."

"There will always be someone who knows, it's just a matter of time."

"No, I don't admit it! What a blasphemy!" The Emperor Chosen interrupted his grandfather loudly.

He roared, as if he was ready to exhaust all the courage in his life to vent: "You are blaspheming the honorary history of the empire! Grandfather, you are blaspheming the efforts of our descendants who are fighting hard for honor! You too It’s insulting your and grandma’s achievements!”

The old regent shrugged and slowly picked up the teacup again, a smile flashing across his face.

The elected emperor took another step forward and murmured: "Grandfather, the great cause of the unification of the universe is just around the corner. We cannot leave such hidden dangers behind."

"What are you going to do, child?" The regent looked at him jokingly.

"Remove all hidden dangers in advance."

"So, my boy, what are you doing?"

"Inherit you, grandfather!"

The old regent watched his handsome and majestic grandson, who was like a god, walking towards him. He watched the halo of mysticism flowing on his body, and then condensed into a heraldic armor that seemed to be made of fragments of the sun. Watch as his right hand unfolds a golden flame.

Then, Yu Lian let out a satisfied laugh and allowed the opponent's atomic light spear to pierce his chest.

This is the end of the era of co-governance.

Yu Lian didn't know how long he struggled with consciousness. However, when he woke up, he found that he was standing in a large bright but empty space. The colorless space could not see the length, width and height, and he could not feel the end. Even the virtual realm could not be seen. The depressing fog is gone.

However, he felt very happy,

The so-called imperial hegemony is a dream. Yu Lian was actually disgusted with this kind of story that had too strong a sense of reincarnation and fate, and was full of Buddhist deception. But when it was his turn, he felt that he had realized something, and he felt a hearty and refreshing feeling.

This is probably because the soul trapped in the illusion of aging, the spirit that was deceived by the glorious achievements of martial arts and martial arts, finally got out of the trap.

Yu Lian waved, and the light condensed into silver beside him, like a mirror.

He looked at the face in the mirror that was still young and beautiful, full of the innocence and innocence of a boy, and sighed with satisfaction. He wiped his hair, did a chest expansion exercise, and did jumping jacks twice more, and then he showed a satisfied smile: "You are still as beautiful as a dragon and a phoenix, and you are as beautiful as the sun!"

Yu Lian held his head high and shouted passionately into the endless space: "Hahahahahaha, now, I'm back! I'm invincible, hahahahahaha!"

Then, he saw King Wilente appearing in front of him, wearing the Dragon of Dawn, looking at him hesitantly, his face full of sour thoughts.

Yu Lian was too lazy to pay attention to the other person, and in the other person's sight, he did a set of burpees, a set of push-ups, and a set of stretching exercises as if no one else was watching.

Then, he opened his hands, and Xingzhi, with a warhammer and a sickle, appeared in his right hand, and Linguang, holding a crimson spear handle in his left hand, was put behind his back; the invisible sword balls of the incarnation of Dawn were all suspended beside him, hidden in the interlaced space.

"Okay, I'm ready." Yu Lian pointed at the other party with Xingzhi, and pointed the sickle downward. This should also form the effect of a thumbs up.

"You don't seem to be surprised at all. You don't seem to be curious about my true identity." There was a hint of obvious depression in his voice.

Yu Lian glanced at the other party and smiled: "Okay, then what are you?"

"Do you want to guess?" The King of Weilunt squeezed out a smile. To be honest, it was the first time that Yu Lian saw such a lifeless and routine smile on Brunhilde's face.

This time, he didn't feel curious, just a little disgusted.

Although the orange cat had a distorted outlook and was still a villain of the feudal ruling class at heart, it was a well-dressed and graceful figure, and a model of the sun and the sun. How could it have such a routine smile on its face?

It was more than disgusting, it was simply disgusting.

"You have ruled the Galactic Empire for more than 70 years. Haven't you always liked playing the game of Riddler with your subordinates?" He said slowly again.

Yu Lian had to admit that he did have a bad taste in this aspect when he was facing the wind and waves in that illusion. However, the bad taste of himself who had already walked out of the illusion was reflected in other aspects.

Yu Lian's mind turned, and the Dawn Sword Ball began to move rhythmically, drawing ripples in the white light that were almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. The rain of bullets from the spirit storm blocked all possible directions of the opponent's transfer. And under the cover of such fierce artillery bombardment, he flashed in front of the opponent and greeted the face that looked like Brunhilde with a high-handed attitude, without mercy and without reservation.

In an instant, the other party's figure had changed. In Yu Lian's sight, it was no longer the grandson who was kind and filial to his grandson, but Brunhild himself.

The wife who fought side by side with him, created a brilliant empire together, and slept in the same bed for nearly a century, raising a football team, faced Yu Lian's hammer calmly, and her golden eyes like the morning light were filled with unspeakable deep sadness.

Yu Lian's actions were a bit more ruthless than before.