Chapter 20 Imperial Palace

Although today's emperor is already the belief of all mankind, to some extent, the great emperor has become a symbol, a belief, and even a god shaped by human beings, in this era, it is difficult for a great emperor to be a person.

This was not what the emperor wanted. Li remembered clearly that the emperor did not like idolatry during his lifetime, and he also made it clear that he was not a god, but a person. From a certain point of view, the emperor can be said to be a staunch materialist. He believes what his eyes see and believes in what can be proved by experiments, and hates ignorant and superstitious things such as gods, witchcraft and magic. For a while, the emperor also tried to pass legislation to prohibit others from worshipping him as a god, but even so, secret religious societies still emerged one after another. After the emperor was seriously injured and entered the Golden Throne, this kind of religious groups emerged one after another, and now it has become a state religion with a long history.

Since the emperor has become a high-ranking god, the secular power naturally falls on others. At this time, the actual controller of the real power of the empire is an institution that has been made into the elders of the empire.

Just as Li and Luo Lang finished the conversation, the young Luo Lang smiled and left Li's hut in the afternoon sun. At the other end of the earth, the night was shrouded in the sky, and the earth was brightly lit.

At any moment, the lights here will not go out. Even in the great rebellion, in the most critical and dark moments of human beings, it is equally bright.

Because for human beings, this is the heart of the whole galaxy.

This is the most sacred place on the earth, the Imperial Palace, which belongs to the emperor.

In this imperial sanctuary, the most sacred place in the world, only the footsteps of the forbidden army can be heard.

These soldiers in golden armor are the most loyal guards, fearless gaze, firm hands, and sincere swordsmen.

The eternal guardians guard the most sacred gift left by the emperor in the depths of the palace: the treasure of the empire - the body of the emperor.

And outside the Imperial Palace, in a gorgeous and vast council chamber, a small routine meeting is being held.

Only four people participated in the meeting. These four people sat in front of a small ancient wooden round table, occasionally communicating in a low voice and occasionally discussing in a loud voice. Sometimes, they also had a heated argument.

Their discussion was fast and efficient. One problem after another was dealt with decisively by them, and orders were issued from here.

Any ambitious person will beat faster when he sees this scene, because this is the holy place in their hearts. This is the place that determines the fate of the whole human race and even the Milky Way. This is the peak of human power. The instructions issued from here can easily determine the survival of a galaxy.

This is the venue of the Council of the Elders of the Empire.

At this time, a small meeting of imperial elders is being held.

"The trial court believes that he is a dangerous person and should continue to be observed and monitored, and should not be given any power and position." It was an old man who spoke. His voice was like a cold wind blowing from the sand, dry and cold. The old man was wearing a gorgeous robe, which was decorated with skull decorations of various sizes, which made people afraid at a sight. The white fur on the neckline showed his dignity. The old man has an eagle-like nose, his forehead is half bald, and his hair is neatly combed back, but the most memorable thing about the old man is his eyes, which are a pair of sharp and cold eyes, as if there is no secret in the world that can escape these eyes.

In the Council of the Elders of the Empire, this old man is the representative from the trial court, the supreme presiding judge of the trial court. He represents the will and imperial edict of the emperor. It is said that they are omniscient, omniscient, and omniscient.

"Everyone is dangerous in the eyes of the trial court. And it must be mentioned that the House of Lords has issued an ultimatum. According to imperial law, we can only detain him for another three days at most. After three days, he must be free. The speaker was an old man sitting opposite the representative of the trial court. The old man's face was hidden in a wide hood, which made people unable to see his face clearly. He held a delicate long quill in one hand and an old book in the other hand. The old man occasionally made some marks in the book while talking. The speaker is the Minister of the Interior of the Empire. He is the spirit and knowledge of the emperor. His subordinates are as numerous as stars, and all the data in the country must be handled by their departments.

"Noble, what do those stupid pigs who only know how to eat meat know?" The Supreme Judge said coldly, "They will never let go of any bit of meat. Where there is food, they will rush there. Do they know what is dangerous? They don't understand that those fools only have interests in their eyes!"

"That's the benefit they deserve. They are just defending the legitimate rights and interests of the aristocracy, and doing so is also maintaining the stability of the empire," the Minister of the Interior calmly expressed his opinion: "What's more, that person has passed the review, and the results of the review also show that there is no problem. I hope the court Being able to let go, after all, it is a hero from the legendary era.

"He is just a warrior cursed by the evil god and can't be trusted! Even He Ruth may fall into chaos, not to mention heroes.

"But you don't have any evidence," the Minister of the Interior said calmly, "There is not even a hint. Unprovoked fingering is not a moral act. And what if your judgment is wrong? The empire will suffer great losses because of your wrong judgment.

"Who is qualified to judge which is right and which is wrong?" The Supreme Judge said coldly, "There are terrible and powerful enemies all around us. There are unknown heresies inside us, and there are enemies who want to kill us all the time. In this era, we can't afford moral luxury. Besides, we don't have to take risks. Why should we give this dangerous person the opportunity to hold military power? He may hurt the empire with the sword given to him by the empire.

"The establishment of the Star Wars Group and the appointment of the head of the regiment are the will of His Majesty the Emperor. Do you want to question the emperor?" The Minister of the Interior said, "And in fact, he will get not only military power, but also a series of powers on internal affairs. Ladies and gentlemen, let's take a look at the resolutions from the nobles." In this way, the Minister of the Interior distributed a document to the other three people present.

When the other three people saw this document, their expressions changed alike.

"How can this be like this," the third of the four said, "Even if I don't pay much attention to political issues, I know that if I do this, there will be a big problem. This kind of thing has happened in the empire, but none of them have a good result. I think it's simply encouraging crime.

The speaker's voice is smooth and mechanical, and occasionally there is an electronic rustling sound in the voice, as if his voice is not from a human voice, but from an old TV or radio - that's almost the case. Because the speaker is the manufacturing director of Mars Mechanics. He is the power and skill of the emperor. Their casting world provides power for the emperor's army, and they manage the production of imperial arms.

The followers of mechanical religion believe in the mechanical god, a god that exists in confidential machinery. Moreover, most of the followers of the mechanical religion are keen on modifying their bodies, especially the manufacturing director. His flesh-made throat was completely old and unusable 200 years ago. For ordinary people, this is almost equivalent to death, and for the manufacturing director, this is just a small trouble, which only needs one. With a small operation, it can be easily solved by replacing a part of the body. A sound organ composed of pure machinery replaces the original throat. Since then, the voice of the manufacturing director has become like this.

The voice continued: "We can't give a person such a high right, that is, the leader of the Star Wars, and at the same time, he will become a star consul. He will completely control it. Ha, there are three galaxies, and she also has a powerful elite arm that is very high or even completely controlled by him.

There is no need to explain it in more words, and the people present will understand the meaning of the manufacturing director's words.