God Emperor's Angel of Death

Chapter 739

"Oh? That's really strange. Don't you always boast of being the best race in the galaxy?"

Soshyang glanced at Veronica. Of course, he knew that the spirit race was satirizing. It seemed that their race lived for satire.

"It's as if you didn't claim that, even after the decline, you still think so, don't you?"

"Hum, why are you talking about yourself? Do you have so little confidence in your race?"

Soshyan seemed to have heard this harsh question there. He shook his head and replied:

"Ordinary people's minds are too fragile. They... Can't control this power. In the 36th millennium of the Empire, Supreme Lord Gao vandier seized control of the Empire. He came to almost the whole empire as chief executive and bishop and established a bloody Dynasty. He thinks he can control the whole empire by himself, and he almost did it, but..."

"But what?"

"He was crazy. The huge pressure made him an out and out madman, which led to the most serious civil strife in the Empire since the Horus rebellion. Even after his death, the disaster of disbelief caused by him was still satisfied for more than ten centuries. In the anarchic rebellious era, there were countless false prophets in the vast territory of the Empire, some of whom just wanted to Some of the fanatics who lead the rebels are fanatical agitators or simply lunatics who want to annex the whole world and its affiliated forces. "

Soshyan looked into Veronica's sparkling eyes.

"Do you know what Van Deere's last words are?"

"Huh?"

"I don't have time to die. I'm too busy."

"This..."

Soshyan shook his head.

"This is the limit of mortal mind. They are not brave or unwise, but they have limits."

The spirit girl blinked.

"I have always wondered why the ruler of your race is not you. You are obviously stronger, more commanding and more calm. Since mortals have limits, are you willing to be informed by them?"

"A man once thought so. His name was Horus."

"No, no, no, that's just one example. Don't you also have loyal pathogens? I don't think you're stupid enough to abandon all the advantages because of some disadvantages?"

"Well... But the protoplasms are gone."

"That's not necessarily true. I remember the great prophet said that you also had an era ruled by the mother, and the mother who ruled you is sleeping now."

"Are you talking about Lord Robert kiliman? Indeed, he was the Regent of the Empire."

"Yes, isn't he doing very well?"

Soshyan shook his head.

"But he was seriously injured. Like the emperor, he had to rely on machines to survive."

"What if he wakes up?"

"There is no point in discussing this low probability event."

"That's not good. I'll say if, if he wakes up, is he a ruler in line with your words? Will your empire end the rule of mortals?"

"But that's not the root cause."

Soshyan sighed.

"It is precisely because the primordia are not mortals that their concerns are different from those of mortals. Mortals must eat, sleep, love, fear, and finally... Die. Mortals will never understand the immortality of the primordia. Their attitude towards the primordia is either deep fear or fanatical worship. Therefore, the Empire built by the emperor and the palmprint is the Empire of mortals , it's not an empire of Superman and monsters, do you understand? Don't the emperors and Palmers know that the original is stronger and smarter than ordinary people? Obviously not, but they don't regard the original as a ruler. "

Veronica nodded thoughtfully.

"I see... It seems that you still have a wise side, but you still haven't answered my question. If your mother returns, will you accept him as a ruler to visit your empire? And you always mention the Palmer. You're very impressed with him."

"Don't waste time. I have to find a way to recycle it."

Soshyan turned and looked at the huge machine.

"Do you have any way to take it? I owe you a favor. In the future, you can make a request to me personally, and I will promise you no matter what."

Veronica snorted with a wrinkled nose.

"It's rare to say... And such a big guy, do you think I'm a fat creature with blue skin? A pocket can hold everything, everything."

"Blue skinned... What?"

"The great prophet said that the ancient saint was like that."

"Uh --"

Soshyang looked at the machine and was in some trouble. It was unknown whether he could enter this space again after going out this time. He dared not gamble on such a precious thing.

Then, his eyes turned to the slot on the side of the machine. There were 24 round metal sheets about mm thick and about the size of his palm. Although he was not a technician, he probably guessed that it was a storage sheet.

"Even if the machine can't take it away, if the template inside can be taken away."

Soshyan looked around for a while and found the operation panel, but he couldn't understand any of the symbols on it.

"This red... Should be startup?"

After hesitating for a moment, he touched the most prominent button.

"What sound?"

Veronica, who had been studying the floor symbols, suddenly raised her head and asked alertly.

Then he saw soshyan standing where he was.

Then she looked at the giant machine and found that the indicator light on one side suddenly lit up.

"Big man, what did you do?"

"I... uh, there's a red one. I clicked it."

"You -- you're so stupid! You don't know anything and press it!"

Just as Veronica stamped her feet in anger, smoke or steam rose from a cover near the floor, which meant that some programs had been started.

Then there was a roar inside the machine, followed by another noise, a sound of dragging feet.

Veronica slowly turned her head. Behind the dark fence of the niche, they were moving their metal limbs.

When the lingzu girl looked at them, those dark eyes also emitted light, which was a deep green light.

For some reason, Veronica felt that it seemed to be the scariest color she had ever seen.

They wake up, they wake up with their Creator.

Just staring at them for a while, the lingzu girl felt oppressed and out of breath, and her heart pounded.

In the dark, countless eyes emit green light.

Some structures have come forward, waving their arms at the fence that trapped them, and smashing them hard. The metal hand firmly grasped the iron bar of the fence and wanted to pull it up by roots.

Accompanied by a low sound that is almost inaudible to the ear, it is a stream of information that is similar to binary.

These alien iron men moan as they move forward.

"Do me a favor."

The situation was not good at present. Soshyan had to bow his head and continue to study the damn special-shaped console, trying to stop those things.

"Can you hold on for a while?"

"I knew it was no good to be with you!"

Angrily kicked soshyan's hard thigh, Veronica turned and walked towards the alien machines that were breaking the last confinement.

So far, her hands have been lifted slightly, and the whole person is suspended at a height of half a meter on the ground.

Then, a silver light flashed on her forehead, a large number of runes emerged from her robe, and the stars surrounded her like the moon.

With a crisp sound, blocks of metal floors were lifted one after another. In the sound of metal collision, they were suddenly pasted on the metal fence one by one, but blocked all the passages that can be accessed by machinery in a few seconds.

But this did not stop the harsh metal scratching sound from getting louder and louder. Even in those violent mechanical impacts, the floors composed of unknown metals were hit with huge depressions.

"You'd better hurry!"

In less than 20 seconds, Veronica was sweating, which obviously consumed a lot of her psionics.

But she is still trying to insist that she will not let those terrorist machines step into the hall. Even the metal on the wall has been stripped off by her to block the way out of those things.

But soshyan has the same trouble.