The light once again spread out like a liquid, quickly covering the entire room. As the ripples gradually subsided, the scene was no longer a dark universe, but a white and bright space.
There is nothing here, only the milky white glass texture of the ground extending infinitely in all directions.
When Li Liang showed up, many people had already arrived in advance and were gathering in twos and threes to chat in low voices. He looked around and roughly counted at least fifty people, and there were still people coming in. Judging from the life forms, most of them were carbon-based organisms.
There are only ninety-seven public member civilizations of Terunsa's Holy Carbon-based Alliance. If everyone here represents a civilization, then Prince Mass's supporters in the alliance will obviously exceed half.
"Look over there," General Poppy's voice came, "Prince Caesar and Prince Ilansa."
Li Liang followed Poppy's gaze and saw two Terransans being surrounded by a group of people. They did not follow the tradition of the Terensans and wear men's clothes on this day. Instead, they still wore gorgeous long skirts and looked graceful. , compared to the mass, the expression was a bit more indifferent after vicissitudes of life.
One of these two people controls the Privy Council of Terence and the other controls the Academy of Sciences. They are the most powerful royal family in the entire empire.
Suddenly, a majestic figure appeared, immediately diverting everyone's attention.
Looking at the creature that was more than five meters tall, with green skin and three pairs of ferocious horns on its head, Li Liang could only judge that it was an aborigine of the spiritual world, probably a close relative of the Sayad demon, but it was taller than the demon. , its two arms hanging at its sides are almost as thick as its waist.
"Oooh, Dumengoma," said a teasing voice.
Domengoma?
Li Liang was stunned for a moment. He had just heard this name. The owner of the Gray Port of Avalon, a famous war broker, had recently reached a cooperation with K and ordered a batch of arms from humans.
Even to win over such a person, it can be seen that the Prince of Mass has tried his best.
After coming back to his senses, Li Liang turned his head to look, but did not see the person who had just spoken. When he lowered his head again, he found a Tifami looking up at him with a smile.
This Tifami man is almost exactly the same as Bond. He is also short and fat, has short limbs, and has a curly mustache at the end. The only difference is that the man in front of him seems to be wearing some kind of uniform, and his chest is The front is hung with colorful buttons and ribbons.
"This is the Tifami Republic..." Poppy was about to introduce Li Liang, but was interrupted by hearty laughter.
"I am Itipman, a tall man from the Tifami Republic who holds a long-handled sharp knife in both hands."
Li Liang heard that the Tifami man named Itipuman spoke pure Tifami language, but the translator literally translated the pronunciation "Duanpingni Tutu" after "Tifami Republic" into "both hands". A tall man with a long-handled sharp knife."
"President Eti, you'd better not use slang," Bobby said in yodeling with the corners of his mouth raised, "'Duanpingni Tutu' has a very ridiculous meaning in yodeling."
"Aha," Etty said happily, "What about in human language, Lord Demigod?"
Li Liang smiled and said: "A tall man holding a long-handled sharp knife in both hands."
"It sounds almost Vulcan, oh, sorry, it was a joke," Etty waved her hand, "Bond once suggested Eliza to be your wife, and now, I think you are the right candidate."
"Eliza is..." Li Liang was confused.
"My daughter, the treasure of the Republic, she is almost as tall as you, but slightly stronger than you..." Edith looked up and down, not forgetting to gesture with her hands.
Another dull voice came from not far away: "It is said that the Itipuman family has one-twelfth Terenza blood. Is this true?"
Listening to that familiar tone, Li Liang knew without looking that the person who "rescued" him was a Pangbotan man.
Sure enough, a dark shadow loomed overhead, and a giant even more majestic than the Domengo horse approached. He was wearing rusty black power armor, with a bright red cape trailing to the ground. Under the giant helmet, there was a majestic and resolute face.
Ordinary Pangbotan people, such as Siexie and his team members, all have huge noses and always have lazy expressions, giving people a kind of honest feeling, but the Pangbotan man in front of him has an amazing personality. A formidable regal temperament.
"Ha," Idi introduced with a smile without changing her expression, "Your Majesty the Demigod, he is the retainer of the Holy Emperor, Lord Sicidia, the leader of the Pangbotan Corps."
Retainer?
Li Liang nodded in greeting, but thought in his heart that this sentence was quite damaging.
However, Sicidia didn't take it seriously. She bent down slightly and said, "Chaos demigod who walks the world, please accept my respect."
Li Liang leaned forward to respond. Only when he lowered his gaze did he realize that there was another person next to Sicidia. This person had blue skin, skinny bones, and facial features similar to those of humans. There was some kind of spell-like pattern painted on his weather-beaten bald head, extending from the top of his head to his face. All the way down to the chest, the clothes are so tattered that they are almost just a piece of rag that has been rubbed and washed repeatedly.
Sensing his gaze, the man said expressionlessly, "Your Majesty the Demigod," and then turned to the other two people, "General Poppy Holy Hammer, President Itipuman."
Edith nodded perfunctorily, while Bobby also had a cold expression and said casually: "This is the creator of the thirty-three ranches in the blue world."
"Blue Star?" Li Liang realized that the Blue World was what the Blue Star people called their physical world.
He knows a lot of Blue Star people, including Deep Blue from KCB Company, Lyman Blue who Du Yujing has met, and Ometi, the Holy Priest of Fertility who attended the opening ceremony. Generally speaking, Blue Star people have retained I have a good impression on him, he has an upright personality and is serious about his work.
"Yes," the "Creator of the Thirty-Three Pastures" looked dull, like an ascetic, and the Blue Star language he spoke was also quite ugly, like sawing wood, "demigod, my most beloved child Omedi brought it to me. In replying to your message, you seem to be rejecting the herd’s faith. Have you rejected your herd?”
Hearing this sentence, Poppy next to him moved his mouth, and his mouth shape was obviously "yak" - a yodeling curse word.
"No," Li Liang smiled, "Humans are not my herd, they are free people."
"The herd that loses faith will eventually go astray," the "Creator" frowned, showing a painful expression.
This guy really thinks of himself as a god...
Li Liang was noncommittal. It was not good for him to interfere in the "internal affairs" of Blue Star. After all, the birth of any kind of social form has gone through a long historical evolution. Even as powerful as the "fertile" Holy Priest Ometi can't get rid of the shackles of culture and is willing to comply. To an uninspired "Gufo".
At this time, there was a commotion all around, and then it became quiet again.
Li Liang's heart sank, the protagonist was about to appear.
He had a hunch that this gathering would become one of the most pivotal moments in the history of carbon-based organisms.
The ground began to descend step by step, gradually forming a staircase shape. From everyone standing on the same plane, it became a platform scattered across the steps, facing the center of the sunken platform.
After a moment, Prince Mass, who had disappeared for a long time, appeared on the platform and said in gentle Terenza:
"Thank you to every dear friend who attended this party, and to my beloved sisters, Caesar and Elanza. It is the trust and support you have given me that gave me the courage to devote myself to a great cause..."
Most of the participants remained silent, and only a few civilized leaders expressed their positions in the languages of their respective civilizations.
“This is an honor for the Tifami people,” President Iti smiled.
"The Tate Consortium will always have your back, Prince of the Mass."
"Tifari will always be in your breath."
…
Li Liang followed the voice and looked at these "allies". Most of them were the first time he met them. They had all kinds of strange appearances. The huge cultural differences made it impossible for him to feel the temperament of these "big people". For example, the leader of the Tate Alliance, It looks like a jumping spider with long arms and legs, and the one who calls himself "The Phage Swarm" looks like a completely symbiotic organism, like a bulging mushroom. I don't know why I identify myself as a carbon-based organism, and I don't know its voice. What organ does it come from?
Finally, Dumengma's voice was low and hoarse, and he said in a language with "self-reverberation": "If a new emperor finally appears in the empire, it can only be you, my father."
Father?
Li Liang thought silently. He would have to send someone to the Council of Law and Order to update the human language library used by the universal translator. Otherwise, when encountering "minor languages", the translation would have such inexplicable errors.
"However……"
The sound of the mass brought his thoughts back, and he instantly realized that things had indeed changed.
"However, His Majesty the Great Holy Emperor foresaw the little dispute between his daughters. Before He was about to usher in eternity, He came to the Dark Spirit Nest on the Seat of Spiritual Gold..."
"..."
The whole place was silent.
Li Liang raised his eyebrows.
Intelligence and even all the documents in the spiritual world record that the Great Emperor Terranza cannot continue his life through external force, and each generation will die naturally. At this moment, the old emperor who has ruled the Empire for three hundred years has run out of fuel, so how can he still have the ability? Leaving the Kiri world of Terensa and coming to the Dark Spirit Nest?
He glanced at Sicidia beside him. This "retainer" also had a frown on her face and a hint of sullenness in her eyes.
It seems that it happened suddenly.
The throne should have belonged to Prince Angsa, and the alliance's military power was also handed over to Angsa at the time of the Void Domain invasion. If the old emperor was conscious, the only purpose of standing up now could only be to warn Mass.
"His Majesty the Great Holy Emperor will host a banquet at the Seat of Lingjin in thirty sidereal days, inviting all close allies and partners of the empire to witness the coronation of the new emperor."
Thirty sidereal days...
Li Liang silently calculated that the Terensa people use the twelve-digit system, and three zero is 36 in the decimal system. One sidereal day is equivalent to two hours of human time, that is... 72 hours later.
Three days... Such urgency proved that the Emperor's condition might be worse than imagined.
The intention of the Prince of the Mass in convening this gathering, then, was very clear.
Thinking of this, he asked aloud: "Where is Prince Angsa now?"
"Your Majesty the Demigod," Mass greeted, stroking his shoulders, "My dear sister Angsa is accompanying the Great Emperor at this moment."
Li Liang shook his head and said solemnly: "That is a despicable hijacking. His Majesty, the great Holy Emperor, is being held hostage by people with ulterior motives. His glory of entering eternity is being tarnished."
Mass showed a surprised expression: "No, Angsa loves my emperor as deeply as I do."
"You are always too kind, dear Mass," Sicidia said slowly. "The stupid mistakes Angsa made on the void front caused huge losses to the coalition forces of Law and Order. Because of this, the Great Emperor deprived him of Now in command of the Confederate Legion, this reckless loser has decided to take a desperate risk."
"No, the great Holy Emperor will definitely make a just decision," Mass covered his chest.
"The Terranza Sacred Carbon Alliance needs an excellent leader," Tifami Federation President Yidi said calmly, "not an incompetent and despicable guy."
The mass was still "heartbreaking" and the whole audience could hear it.
At this time, Li Liang spread his hands and said quietly: "The God of Chaos is watching you, confused daughter of Terranza. The fate of billions of carbon-based lives is in your hands, and you will eventually be crowned emperor." .”
"Prince of Mass," Dumenguema's voice carried a deafening ethereal echo, "Only a just war can save the empire in danger..."
"The empire is in danger... no... I will not allow anyone to destroy the empire I have spent my life defending,"
The Prince of Mass seemed to have finally made up his mind. He looked around the audience and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "I will shine the glory of Yeshayan in endless time and in the endless territory of the Holy Empire of Terunsa."
this moment.
Li Liang closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Damn it, this process of "three concessions and three concessions" is finally over, thanks to the God of Chaos for his guest appearance.
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The Seat of Spirit Gold, the mobile palace of Emperor Terenza.
On one side of the main hall, which is as vast as a city, inside the palace, there is a thin, nearly transparent arling gold barrier. Prince Angsa is alone, staring at the hill-like building at the end of his field of vision. of the throne.
After an unknown amount of time, a faint shadow came quietly behind him and said in a chanting Elvish language:
"Prince, I bring news from Mr. Harlan Potter."
Angsa remained silent.
"Mr Harlan Potter has established that a secret gathering has been held at Mass and that his supporters will launch a disgraceful sneak attack on the occasion of the feast."
"Um."
"War is unavoidable. The main legions of the thirty-one member civilizations of Terunsa's Holy Carbon-based Alliance, the elite troops of Nordrassil Council, Pantheon, and Makosik have been deployed."
"Where is Emperor Haotian?"
"Du Yujing believes that the alliance needs a more radical and courageous leader."
"Are human demigods..."
"The spokesperson of the God of Chaos is currently in the Dark Spirit Nest. Mr. Harlan Potter will kill him personally."
"Then, there is only one last question left," Prince Onsa turned around, "What does the demigod Harlan Potter want?"
"The total domain of void."
"Um?"
The shadow gradually faded away, leaving only a melodious voice:
"In that battle with the Lord of the Void, Mr. Harlan Potter discerned its secrets. That arrogant and ignorant being will pay the price for its contempt, and that price is...the entire Void Totality it possesses. area……"
