MTL - Interstellar Fairy Tale-Chapter 72

golden empire

The Golden Empire, a 10,000-year-old beast entrenched in the universe, has the most advanced weapons and the best soldiers, but stubbornly upholds the tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years.

The highest symbol and power core of the empire is always the man who sits on the throne made of gold and precious stones - the great emperor of the empire! From Leopheid I to Haini III, these imperial rulers with the most noble bloodlines and following the oldest system, recorded in the history books or wise, or cruel, they may be sympathetic people wrapped in golden clothes, It may be a scholar with extremely high intelligence, or a cruel and cold-blooded dictator, but, in the writings of historians who have recorded the lives of royal family members for generations, there is no emperor, yes, one! No emperor's comments have anything to do with mediocrity.

People in the Golden Empire can praise a wise monarch and condemn a tyrant, but no matter who sits on the throne of the emperor, as long as he has the purest blood of the imperial family, he can lead the imperial army to gallop across the universe with iron and blood. —Yes, even Frederick II, who is described as the most indecisive in the history of the Empire, can still order the massacre of all the life of the planet, no matter how old or young!

The only thing that can't be accepted by the nobles and subjects of the huge empire is a mediocre, inactive emperor who can't even execute his opponents on the spot!

In the year 1128 of the Galactic Calendar, the Golden Empire entered the 28th year of the reign of Haini III. It was very unfortunate that Emperor Haini III, who was once praised by his subjects as "wise", began to make mistakes one after another. , He took his lover Princess Aifu to the palace banquet without any scruples, completely disregarding Queen Yilan and the huge family behind him. In front of him, he unscrupulously provoked the tradition inherited from the Golden Empire. The actions of Hainy III gradually caused dissatisfaction among most nobles, and even members of the royal family began to stand against him.

Queen Yilan looked at such a husband and shook the incense fan lightly, covering the corner of her mouth with a mocking smile, her blue eyes and the sparkling gems on the fan.

Haini III did not listen to any advice, and even the most sincere courtiers could not pull His Majesty the Emperor back from the farther and farther astray. This white-haired emperor, a man who once supported the entire empire with his broad shoulders, was immersed in the sweetness of his lover and wine all day long. , together with his youngest son Derain, who accompanied him all day long, still could not dispel the emperor's restlessness and anxiety. Anxiety and some kind of fear that Hainy III refused to admit were gradually eroding the emperor's nerves.

Perhaps, Haini III finally remembered how when he was young, he gradually eroded the power in his father's hands, and saw that the former emperor, who was once high-spirited, had to write an edict of abdication. This kind of struggle for power is acquiesced, not to mention that Haini III has long been recognized as the heir to the throne.

However, now, when Haini III's own child gradually grows up, has full wings and becomes an eagle soaring in the blue sky, Haini III feels fear and powerlessness. He seems to understand the father who was forced to abdicate by him at that time. What kind of eyes do you use to look at yourself!

"His Majesty?"

Grand Duchess Aifu held her young son and stood quietly in front of Haini III, looking at His Majesty's forehead with one hand, the corners of her eyes seemed to flash. At that moment, horror and bewilderment began to erode the spirit and heart of Grand Princess Eve, and she involuntarily tightened Derain Edrich's hand, unaware of the boy's cry of pain...

Queen Yilan stood leisurely in front of the window, the veil like fairy wings was blown by the breeze, brushing the queen's silver hair. Quietly watching the blooming flowers outside the window for a while, Queen Yilan began to miss her son who was still stranded in the distant galaxy.

Soran Edrich, a dazzling existence like the star and moon, her only pride, her child, at this moment, the road to the top of power has been paved, as a mother, she will sweep away all threats on the roadside ,all!

With a roar, a huge ornate pattern ripped apart the sky above the capital of the empire, the summer palace. In thirty days, the golden empire will usher in the new year. Looking reverently at the dazzling patterns on the Summer Palace, in the joy of welcoming the upcoming New Year, he did not find any gorgeous patterns that announced that the New Year celebration was about to begin. It is no longer the battleship totem of Heiny III when he was young, but has become a gorgeous pattern on the flagship of the first prince Soran Edrich.

All of this is so blatant and upright.

Even the courtiers who were most loyal to His Majesty Emperor Haini III remained silent at this moment. Whether they used adjectives for the event, whether positive or negative, was a given.

Far away from the center of the Golden Empire, the distant Muse galaxy seems to have forgotten the previous tragic war and the invaders who are still waiting outside the galaxy. Whether it is the Republic of Seth or the Mars military regime, or the Free City Federation that has been controlled by Mars at this moment, they choose to maintain the surface peace and stability without exception. At least, they can temporarily forget about the robbers who may break into their house at any time.

However, there are still some people who are restless, distressed, and racking their brains under this apparent calm, just for the almost impossible victory.

In Hercules, the capital of Mars, the guards in front of the city hall stood like pine. A black land car parked in front of the city hall. The guards stepped forward to confirm the identity of the people on the car, and then let them go.

On the sixth floor of the city hall, Chief Executive Martin and the Commander-in-Chief of the Space Fleet, David South, were arguing loudly about something. Adjutant Joe looked at his colleague who was kicked out of the door, the chief executive's secretary Sizheng, and smiled understandingly. Laughing, even though the pity in that laugh made Sizheng almost burst into tears.

"Damn it! Martin! I have to get these guys out of my fleet!"

"David, calm down!"

"I can't calm down!"

David South simply threw his demeanor behind him. He clenched his fists with both hands and slammed the bright tabletop in front of Martin hard. He had had enough! The daily exercise reports and the news of those black fleets have made David South almost unable to hide his anger - no, or he can't hide it anymore.

"David, he is a direct blood relative of Apollo...;"

"So what?! It was Apollo who died! I never knew when Mars began to emulate Seth's swarm of soft-footed shrimp?! Martin, you're a consul, but you were also a soldier!"

"David South!"

"Are you also angry? If you let these guys stay in the army, next time, you may not even have the right to grieve!"

David Soth said this, turned around, and strode out of Martin's office. He didn't look at Martin's figure slumped on the large office chair, but he almost bumped into the embarrassed adjutant Joe and Martin's face. Secretary Secretary.

The dark green eyes of the commander-in-chief, who was still in anger, flashed a cold light. Adjutant Qiao instinctively turned cold, and did not dare to stop, and immediately followed behind David South. Leaving Si Zheng standing there, he sighed bitterly and knocked on the door of the office.

"Master Consul, the meeting will start in half an hour."

There was a muffled sound in the room, and Si Zheng's hand froze in mid-air. Listening to the sound, he hoped that it wasn't the alloy sculpture representing the status of the chief executive. If it was...

Si Zheng shrank his neck and began to worry about the rest of his life.

Golden Empire Space Fleet

After receiving a secret letter from the capital of the Empire, Soran Edrich agreed to a request to exchange prisoners of war with the Kanon fortress. This made Lieutenant General Metz a little dissatisfied, but General Roy just raised his head and turned on the virtual screen.

Shang Ping is still trapped in the transparent "glass cover". He has been trapped in this space for several days. Shang Ping begins to laugh at himself. He always feels that he is very similar to some kind of handicraft from the earth age, but...

Turning his eyes to a group of Golden Empire soldiers not far away, Shang Ping held his cheeks with both hands, secretly slandering in his heart, and in the future, if there is a chance, he must lock these guys in this kind of cage! No, maybe that kind of cage that resembles a zoo's beasts is more suitable for them...

While imagining an impossible scene, Shang Ping couldn't help but laugh.

His laughter appeared in Solan's ears through the communication device. His Royal Highness, the first prince of the empire, turned his head in amazement and looked at the black-haired boy who was amusing himself and laughing uncontrollably. Did he know about the exchange of prisoners of war? matter?