During the five minutes waiting for Aparicha to walk into the throne room, Regent Victor von Dum came here. Most of the lighting facilities were flashing briefly because of his appearance. Even the rose windows above his head suddenly dimmed. It was not until the system reacted to reorganize the current. He was not in real life, nor could he enter the throne room with his body, because he was not in Latovigna at this moment. This was just a dark spiritual projection, although powerful,

The limit of existence, the remaining lights passed through his translucent body, as illusory as a burst of smoke. This vision scared Hammurabi, and he quickly raised the garrison spear to point at the phantom. There was an extremely powerful anti-magic array in the castle, and ordinary spellcasters did not have the ability to project their own astral bodies into the castle, let alone the throne room where the emperor existed. It was not until the emperor confirmed that it was the projection of the regent that Hammurabi lowered his vigilance and nodded to the regent.

"Don't be nervous, Hammurabi, your master is not that fragile." The Regent stood under the steps and looked at Wang Di on the throne, "You don't let me worry about it every time, and now you are starting to announce your last words again. It's time to face the Feathered Snake God, and now it's time! Can't you have some confidence in yourself? Every time you feel like you are facing death!"

"I have it, so I need to be prepared. It's just a plan."

Regent Victor von Dum's iron mask was illuminated by the light behind him, as dazzling as his emotions, "including letting Camilla know so much confidential information?"

"So this is the real reason why you are angry?" The emperor laughed. The modified Vladimir family throne can just accommodate the emperor's body shape. Above the high back of the chair stands a beautifully carved pure gold sky eagle, with the eagle eyes inlaid with blood-colored rubies. The wealth accumulated by the Vladimir family for more than 600 years has not been completely transformed into various financial investments, and countless other works of art have been countless. Although all the portraits of the Vladimir family were burned, the

Some of the priceless artworks were preserved and placed in the castle museum for people to visit. The emperor selected some jewelry and weapons to place them together in glass display cabinets on both sides of the throne room as decoration. It was both a bloody shock and the glory of the Latovian Liberation War. "I divined Camilla's fate, and she was very important to Latovia. I saw her fate clearly, and from prison to become the queen of South America, she could only rely on us."

"You don't want to share with me what you saw behind the silver stone gate." The iron mask on Regent Victor von Dum's face dissipated like smoke, revealing that pretty handsome face. "You have never concealed it from me. What reason did you choose to keep silent? What kind of nightmare can make you retreat?"

"Now you're angry about this. Are you a family housewife who has no job in a middle-class family?"

"Don't try to change the subject. You promised me that you must prepare me anyway."

"Aparicha still has two minutes to arrive at the castle, and we still have time." The emperor raised his hand high, and a wisp of silver-white smoke floated out and wrapped tightly on his fingers. He stretched out his palm and let the smoke of memory float to Victor von Dum. The memory fragments were instantly generated and destroyed. "My dearest friend, forgive my difficulties, I can't tell you everything." When Amon guided Aparicha and Adjutant Nixon into the throne room, there was only the emperor in the vast hall except Hammurabi, the guard standing next to the throne.

"This is your 120th time pulling your gun!" Aparicha felt that his scalp was being stabbed by a fine needle, and the adjutant's behavior constantly challenged his irritability and tolerance. However, he did not have an attack because they were still in the training ground in the castle, under the surveillance of the Imperial Guards. However, Adjutant Nixon still repeatedly pulled the pistol from the magnetic gun holster, practicing the rapid firing posture of pulling the gun, like a child who got a new toy. "Have you been excited yet?"

"This is different, the commander of the battle group. This is the pistol given to me by the emperor!"

Adjutant Nixon raised his eyebrows and played with the individual sub-weapon with great enthusiasm. This gun was not a explosive weapon or plasma weapon, nor a hot melt or laser weapon, but an experimental model of ray weapon. It is larger than a explosive pistol, but the power of close-range shooting is much stronger, even more powerful than hot melt. In Aparisha's eyes, the only disadvantage of this weapon is that it is too gorgeously decorated, and it is more a ritual weapon than a battlefield weapon.

"Look, there is a golden crown on it!" Adjutant Nixon pointed to the complex baroque golden patterns and inlaid gems on the gun body. "This must be because of my excellent performance in the combat report! Did you see him listening to my story?"

"I'm sorry for stealing your limelight. Nixon, I can be sure that your hard work makes the emperor want to yawn." Aparicha certainly knew that the reality was not the case. Adjutant Nixon raised his chest and entered the throne room with the company's battle flag, and then took over the new battle flag with Lightning and Skyhawks. That means that the organization of the first company was officially promoted to the battle group, but this did not prevent Aparicha from laughing at his overly excited performance. "But I want to figure out who was talking about bureaucratic tricks before coming here, huh?"

"It must be not me anyway." Adjutant Nixon grinned.

Although he had many complaints before coming to the castle, all disappeared at the moment of seeing the emperor. Unlike the glimpse at Paiditti, no one else needed to explain his identity. The existence of the emperor was the best interpretation of the term ruler, because his sense of existence was as conspicuous as a star to the solar system. Only such a person could write the book "Unified Truth" and even regulate the tactical strategies and organizational framework of genetically modified warriors.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! What's more, he has seen many things, such as the lingering outside the castle that is about 7 meters high, like the automatic combat robots moving fortresses and the individual mechas about 10 meters. He even asked Amon when he would put these things on the Knights. The Guard Amon didn't answer anything, but just a look made Adjutant Nixon understand a lot, which made Adjutant Nixon hate these guys who were bigger than him. And those explosive girls in the castle, they wandered around wearing the power armor used by mortals, staring at anyone who might be close to the emperor with vicious eyes, as if the emperor was their belongings.

"The emperor asked you to talk to you alone. Did he say anything to you?"

"It has nothing to do with you anyway." Aparicha snorted, "Get the training sword, we need to have a fight. If you lose, then you will be obedient when I shut up, or I will pull your tongue out."

Adjutant Nixon happily agreed to the challenge. "Are you sure you want to compete with a high-intensity mechanical prosthetic man? My prosthetic chip and pre-programming program are quite excellent, and you can even predict the movements." He took out a long sword as tall as an ordinary person from the training rack, but even he felt a little heavy without wearing power armor. So Adjutant Nixon secretly speculated that this might be a weapon for the guards, and this training ground is likely to be a place for the guards. He muttered a few words first, meaning that the emperor's attention was a bit inexplicable. Then he stopped thinking about this issue and turned to look at Aparicha, "What if you lose?"

"This is simply impossible."
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