Tulazhen first looked at the spearhead in front of her, then looked at Soshiyang's face, but did not show any loss or anger of failure, but instead had a strange look of understanding.
"It seems that the rumors are true, the commander of the Alexei Battle."
"Lucky, luck, I believe you must have reserved something, Marshal Tulajan."
Soshiyan put away his spear, turned around and walked to the edge of the weapon rack to put it back.
"There is no luck in fighting."
Trajan was still holding the spear and looked at Soshiyan very seriously.
"Captain Alexei, according to the instructions of the Tarot card and the explanation of the dream reader, we must hand over something to you. I will arrange for someone to transfer it to your flagship later, but I hope you don't tell others about this. It is extremely rare for the emperor to directly convey the decree, and it may not exceed ten times in ten thousand years."
"What is that?"
"I don't know either. It's the highest-level goods that no one has the authority to view. They are stored in... the most hidden place, so when they deliver the things, you'd better not open them easily. Make sure there is no worry and there is no one around before trying. There may be anything, or even something extremely dangerous. There is a small observation window outside the container, and you can first check out the situation inside."
Soshiyang frowned. He thought it was the Aida myth investigation notes in the hands of the mortal, but now it seems that they are not. However, this matter cannot be explained clearly, so he can only nod and say:
“I will be cautious.”
At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and asked cautiously:
"Marson of Tulazhen, can I... go to meet the Emperor?"
As a result, the other party shook his head.
"There is no order, sorry."
"It's understandable, but I'm very curious. If the Imperial Guards have been able to communicate with the Emperor, then why don't you... take the initiative to guide the empire for these ten thousand years?"
"I never said that we could communicate with the Emperor, He did not even leave a handwritten record, and all our knowledge of Him comes from the memories of some recorders or the beautiful scenes given by pious faith."
"Then the tarot card..."
"This is just an extremely vague divination method, but the meaning behind it is hard to see the truth. I think you should know what tarot divination looks like, so it is not difficult to understand the difficulty of interpreting it. Just how to interpret tarot cards and the classics to refer to, the imperial guards have been arguing for ten thousand years. Those scholars who serve the Overlord Tower have been dedicated to explaining the contents of these information fragments all their lives. Their exhaustion may be just to lift the corner of the veil of fate. Even now, that is the only way we can gain enlightenment... Since the establishment of the Overlord Tower, we have been watching the realm of all mankind on this tower. We can only speculate that this is His intention, which is the study of the will of the emperor."
"So the imperial guards rely on mortal divination to decide their own behavior?"
Trajan squinted her eyes.
"It seems you are really curious about us. In fact, this statement is not completely correct. Valerian, whom you have met before, is a scholar. One of his tasks is to show the will of the emperor from dreams and the study of mysterious and obscure prophecies, although it is difficult, as if a blind man had guessed the pattern marked on an invisible page."
"But the hint this time seems clear?"
"This is why I insist on seeing you..."
Trajan said, suddenly stopped, as if he was considering the next words. After a few seconds, he said meaningfully:
"You are indeed very different from Astarte, both physically and mentally... If this is His arrangement, then I look forward to the day you come to Terra again."
Soshiyang replied with a wry smile:
"I'm afraid there's no chance."
"Who can tell the truth about what will happen in the future? Perhaps the next time you come, you will get permission to meet Him."
Hearing this sentence, Soshiyang suddenly thought of the last thing the mortal said for some reason.
A friend?
Who is going to see Him?
In an area in the palace where no detector can scan, a Gothic striped basalt arch stands, and electric current flashes through the air, crackling and briefly illuminates the darkness inside.
Hundreds of imperial guards in golden armor stood quietly on both sides of the gate. They were elites among the imperial guards and strong among the strong, but they would never step out of here. They would protect this place called the Gate of the End for their lives, because behind this gate is the true core of the human empire and the ruler of all mankind—
Suddenly, in the surrounding electric light, a very small figure appeared at the end of the long staircase compared to the magnificent building around.
Then he stepped onto the long marble stairs step by step, but the imperial guards did not move, as if they saw nothing.
When climbing up, through the faint light, you can see that the man's right arm is horizontal to the abdomen, his palm naturally extends down, his fingertips droop, his palms outward, his left arm is raised in front of his chest, the fingertips of the thumb of his palm gently touch the middle finger, and the other three fingers are naturally raised.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Even when he passed by the towering imperial guards, they remained motionless.
Finally, the man came to the gate of the end. The surface of the gate that was magnificent enough to allow the Knight Mecha to pass was mottled black, cast from ancient unknown metal. In the middle of the two gates, a black face was engraved, and a human face was in the middle of the outer aperture, cold and sad.
Immediately afterwards, the image was divided into two, the door opened slightly inward, revealing a gap, the man slowly walked into it, and then the door closed again.
Until the man disappeared, the two imperial guards on both sides suddenly turned their heads slightly and looked at each other, as if they were confused.
However--
Nothing seems to have happened.
Behind the final gate is a huge hall, with rows of columns arranged neatly, deep into the depths of the fog, guards in golden armor stood in front of the pillars, huge energy pipelines hang down from the invisible roof and coiled around like giant snakes, making the air overflowing around appear golden, thick as milk, and even the light is broken or distorted.
The particles of energy surged in the fog, and moved forward step by step under the eyelids of the imperial guards. The orange-red robe on his body was aroused by the hot wind generated by the high-intensity spiritual energy.
Soon he reached the core of the cascading terraces and baroque platforms, and among the forest-like cable lines, surrounded by a towering throne, and only some remaining flesh was seen in the entanglement of metal and cables.
This is the Golden Throne, where the Lord of Humanity is buried, protected and enslaved by it.
In the warm light, Master Shi, who was wearing only an orange-red monk robe and covered with cloth eyes, walked up to the throne step by step with his naked feet. The circuit on his body melted in the thick spiritual energy, plated him into a golden man.
Finally, he stopped one meter in front of the throne, a distance that almost no one had approached. Then he raised his right hand up in front of his chest, with his palm facing outward, and at the same time, his left thumb and index finger were buckled into a ring shape, and the other three fingers were slightly extended.
Then, Master Shi first whispered a certain disappeared ancient human language and then said softly:
Chapter completed!