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Volume 1 Chapter 504 Surprise

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    Chapter 504 Surprise

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: A group of generals looked out of the portholes at the menacing and tidy Star Fleet with cold sweat.

    It was not until this moment that they suddenly realized that what they were facing was not that ancient and declining empire that had been weak and vulnerable in history and was trapped in the quagmire of war and could not extricate itself.

    In the flames of war, after experiencing various disasters, a group of Charno soldiers who came out of iron and fire took control of the political power of this huge empire. At the same time, it was with the support of this group of soldiers that the ancient  Charno rose from the ashes.

    The inertia of habit led them to do extremely stupid things.  Facing those young faces with cold smiles, everyone shuddered.

    In space, the red light of the 'Blood Gate' distorts and changes, and the powerful gravity of the planetary space fortress distorts the time and space of the nearby starry sky, and also completely defeats some minds that are ready to move.

    "A bunch of stupid people!" Al Drogo sighed, and he gleaned the truth from the changes in the starship battle formation.  For this military strategist who is accustomed to human machinations, this kind of ugliness is not the first time he has seen it, and it will never be the last time he sees it.  "The person who has the strongest power is the one who has the truth. It's ridiculous that there are still people who don't understand this truth." He muttered, with a helpless smile on his face.

    Jason on the side had a look of understanding on his face.

    "The barbarian clan may need a king, but it can never be me!" Al Drogo turned his head and whispered.

    "Why?" Jason was a little confused. With the support of the top management of the 'Secret Society', it didn't seem to be very difficult for Al Drogo to lead the entire ethnic group.

    "Many things in the world seem simple, but in fact they are not. You only focus on yourself, but you have never seen how vast the outside world is, and how vast human beings unified under a strong political power are.  It's powerful." Al Drogo raised his head and looked at the menacing but orderly huge fleet in the starry sky, and said thoughtfully, "The battle within the Blood Gate must be going very smoothly!" He knew very well who  The young Emperor's subordinates loved their leader so fervently that calm could very well mean victory.

    ¡°So what, isn¡¯t this a good thing for us?¡±

    "It depends on which angle you look at this matter. Does the old prophet still control the power of the 'Secret Society'?" Al Drogo changed the subject and asked.

    "Hmm!" Jason nodded in confusion.

    "Oh" Al Drogo nodded meaningfully, "This is bad news." He turned away from the porthole and walked to the command chair on the bridge to sit down.

    "What do you mean?" Jason scratched his head in confusion and followed Al Drogo back to the command bridge.

    "The old prophet has lived too long." Al Drogo smiled lightly.

    "Isn't it a good thing to live a long time? If there was no old prophet sitting in charge, I'm afraid the secret society would not have developed to the extent it is today."

    "People who live long are often very stubborn. Sometimes they will be immersed in the past history and unable to extricate themselves. What's more important is that this stubbornness may lead the entire group into unknown dangers."

    Jason pondered for a moment, "You mean: The old prophet will take action against the human coalition?"

    "He doesn't have the guts! However, he might do something to our seemingly harmless young Emperor."

    Jason had a horrified look on his face, "What's the difference between that and a direct war with the human coalition?"

    "Of course there is a difference." Al Drogo calmly picked up the richly aromatic coffee that had just been delivered from the command table and took a sip.  He fell in love with this human drink when he tasted it for the first time. The bitter taste had a faint aroma, just like life is always bitter first and then sweet.  "If the old prophet does this, it at least means that the danger faced by the 'Barbarian Clan' has been lifted."

    "But it will soon fall into a new crisis." Jason responded anxiously.  His experience in the human world during this period made him gradually realize that human beings were by no means as vulnerable as they had previously thought.  Not only did they create a dazzling flower of civilization, they also sharpened their swords in the flames of war.  The vastness of the universe gives them almost unlimited war potential.  Facing such a race, the protracted war will only bring down the barbarians themselves.

    "Why are you so anxious?" Al Drogo laughed dumbly. "Would a person who can deal with the 'Exalted' be unable to deal with a race that has been ruled and oppressed by the 'Exalted' for countless years?" He shook his head with a smile.  "You are really unfounded. Didn't I just say that? That young emperor just seems harmless! Overtly and covertly, I have fought against him so many times, and I have never occupied the top position once."??, old prophet?  He has been sitting in a well and looking at the sky for too long!  What's more, Rhaegar was here, and he would never allow the old prophet to destroy the light of hope he had worked so hard for.  "

    Jason thought quietly for a moment, "That's why we need you back even more!"

    "Don't you understand yet? Rhaegar, I, and anyone else who has ever been in the human world are not suitable! You don't understand that young man. Underneath his gentleness is a decisive heart of steel. He will not  Let go of anyone who has committed crimes against his subordinates and humanity. You may say that he must retaliate, or that he did this to nip the danger in the bud, but this is the kind of person he is. He  There are always limits to compromise, but those of us have just touched the insurmountable bottom line in his heart. No matter how gentle the emperor is, he has an iron-blooded side, otherwise he is not worthy of ascending to that supreme position. Fairness and  The other side of justice is the killing blade hanging high!" Al Drogo drank the coffee in the cup.

    Jason was silent with a sad expression. The continuous starlight in the starry sky was so dazzling at the moment. In this world, the strong are respected after all, but they are not the strongest.

    "Old man, this is the Hongmen Banquet!" Yi Lexiang said with a smile.

    "Hongmen Banquet?" The old man in white asked in confusion.

    "It's a banquet with ulterior motives," Rhaegar explained coldly, "an ancient proverb from Charnor."

    The old man in white put away the gentleness on his face and replaced it with a sinister smile that dimmed under the red crystal lamp.  "You can call it whatever you want. I will tell your subordinates that you died heroically in the battle with the 'Venerable'. I heard that you don't have any heirs yet. I am curious about how to deal with it under such circumstances."  Can the vast empire you single-handedly build still hold together?¡±

    Yi Lexiang looked at the old man opposite in astonishment.  Can't the empire survive without heirs?  What year is this in the old almanac?  Looking at the triumphant old man in front of him, a sense of absurdity arose in his heart, and then this sense of absurdity was replaced by ridiculous sadness.  "It's terrible not to have knowledge!" he murmured to himself.

    A look of both laughter and laughter appeared on Rega's face.  He really didn't know if the old prophet had ever seen the information that he had spent so much effort on transmitting back to the sealed world over the years.  This is as ridiculous and absurd as if a savage who was still drinking blood from his fur traveled to the world thousands of years in the future and then declared how backward the future world was.

    "Are you always so sure that I can't get out of the tent?"

    "Your world is a rotten world made of steel," the old man replied arrogantly. "You gave up exploring your own power and instead pursued support from the outside world. Your wrong direction led you astray. Children,  You shouldn¡¯t have stepped out of the mecha.¡±

    Yi Lexiang subconsciously touched his chin, "That makes sense. But I have some questions in my mind that I would like to ask you."

    "You tell me." The old man in white waved his hand magnanimously. In his eyes, Yi Lexiang, who had lost his mecha, was just a piece of fish in his hand to be slaughtered.

    "Question one," Yi Lexiang raised a finger, "If our development went astray, how did we force the 'Venerable' tribe back?" Without waiting for the old man to answer, he raised a second finger.  "Question two, since I can conquer the 'Honored One' without any help, how can you have the confidence to kill me here?"

    The confident smile on the old prophet's face instantly became extremely stiff. Yi Lexiang's words were like a steel needle piercing his heart, and the confidence that had just been so certain disappeared in an instant.

    He looked at the calm young man in front of him with twinkling eyes, and doubts came over him like an overwhelming wave of doubts.  He was not disturbed by Yi Lexiang's two questions. He was thinking of another thing - why could this young man be so calm under such circumstances?  The energy shield of the 'Blood Guard' has blocked contact with the outside world. There are only four people in this tent, three of them are barbarians. Is there anyone else who will help him?

    The old man in white looked at Rega with doubts, only this Rega's attitude was more ambiguous.  His seat order and what he said outsidecould he betray the entire ethnic group for a human being?

    At this time, Lei Jia really had the urge to bang his head against the wall.  Yi Lexiang had made his words very clear, but the old prophet put the target of suspicion on himself. He really didn't know at this time whether he was laughing because of the old prophet's ignorance, or whether he was feeling sad because of the other person's ignorance.

    "It's not me!" A smile that looked like crying appeared on Rega's face. He paused as he said this, "Didn't anyone tell you that there are also people who have mastered spiritual power in the outside world?"

    "You mean him?" The old man in white returned his gaze to Yi Lexiang's face.??I can't feel the slightest mental fluctuation.

    Yi Lexiang smiled playfully at the old prophet, and black balls appeared out of thin air one after another in the void around his body, like naughty children, interacting with each other along mysterious routes that could not be recognized by the naked eye.  chase.

    The old prophet¡¯s cloudy eyeballs almost shrank into a point.  What happened?  Why couldn't he feel any lingering mental fluctuations, but his eyes told him that those black balls contained terrifying power.

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