Wanggi, the center of the empire's huge territory, has become a zombie hunting ground in other Kyushu 12 and 31 provinces, and because of the blessing of the mysterious Dali, it is still singing and dancing. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Jiren watched the news reports of zombies rampant on TV and the displacement of hundreds of billions of people, most of them were indifferent, and they were even in the mood to judge the zombies on TV with big fish and meat.

Of course, it's not that the Wangji people are mad and inhumane, mainly because they know that their country has the ability to solve everything, so even if such a terrible disaster happens in the world, they don't care, in their opinion, whether it is a zombie mutation or a god or demon descending into the world, it will disappear under the powerful and incomparable power of the empire...... Maybe just get some sleep and the world will go back to the way it was.

However, in fact...

And it is.

"Your Majesty..."

In the south of Wangji, near the river, there is a red and black wooden pagoda that covers an area of 100 miles and goes straight into the sky.

It's hard to imagine...

No

It's not hard to imagine,

It is inconceivable that an all-wooden building could reach an astonishing height of 19 kilometers, which is impossible to achieve in mythology.

But this tower, which is even more incredible than the miracle of the fairy tale, is so unexpected and tangible that it has stood on the edge of the river for 2,300 years at a terrifying height, and it will remain indifferent to the erosion of time, and if there is no accident, it will continue to exist for thousands of years and 100,000 years.......

But why does the Tower exist that is completely counterintuitive?

Just because the name of this tower is "South Tower", and the owner of the South Tower is the emperor of the empire.

In the land of Wangji, the emperor was omnipotent.

"Your Majesty..."

In a room covered with bright red carpet on the 1,799th floor of Wanggi, Nanta, there are seven people in front of an unpretentious black wooden case, namely the Imperial Tomb Zai, Situ, Sima, Sikou, Sikong, and the Mo family Juzi and the Yin and Yang family lawyers.

They are either dressed in feather coats or tall crowns or burqas with drooping hair or swords and golden armor, majestic and intimidating, all exuding a kind of scorching aura that a big man should have.

In the outside world, these seven people, no matter who they are in the empire, are all in power, they can easily call the wind and rain, and a look and a movement can prosper the country and destroy the country, or benefit countless people or make countless people die.

No matter which province or city they go to, which company consortium, relevant people have to kneel to greet each other, even if it is a veteran aristocratic prince of the empire, they have to grovel in front of these people, and they dare not be disrespectful in the slightest, and even more, S-level heroes, Fengguo-level masters, and saint-level martial artists are not enough under the powerful martial arts of these seven people.

But at this moment, in the room on the 1,799th floor of the South Tower, they could only stand bent down, and they didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere, and even their heartbeats were deliberately suppressed at a fixed frequency, and they didn't dare to relax a little.

Because, behind the unpretentious black wood table, the girl in red sitting on the soft couch is the emperor of the empire.

"Your Majesty......"

Like a heavy lead stone that could not be spit out or swallowed in his throat, Lord Sikong, who was in charge of all the strange and chaotic things in the empire's 300 million land, once again struggled with all his strength to squeeze the air out of his lungs, breaking through the blockade of the lead stone that did not exist in his throat, and spit out two seemingly stable but terrifying words.

This white-haired Lord Sikong couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, as the master of the strange forces and chaos in the world, a high-level quasi-god and demon of Fengguo, he couldn't remember the last time he was so scared that he couldn't even speak, but now, in this empty room like a gymnasium in the city, Lord Sikong once again felt the powerlessness and fear that came from the depths of his soul.

The girl in red in front of her is obviously a little girl who is not yet twenty, and the years she has experienced are not even a fraction of that of Lord Sikong, but she just leaned on the soft couch and flipped through a few documents and reports at will, but it made Lord Sikong feel that she was facing the terrorist attack of the real gods and demons.

The overwhelming pressure suffocated Da Sikong.

And the red dress on the girl's body, which should have been bright, was dark red in the eyes of Lord Sikong, a vicious shroud soaked in viscous blood and bone juice.

At this time, Da Sikong shouted His Majesty three times, but the girl in front of the case still did not respond.

He hesitated whether he should shout a fourth time, after all, no one knew what kind of mood the report document in the girl's hand would make her change, and if he was shouting, would it just touch one of her heartstrings, making the owner of the empire feel bad and directly order himself to kill himself...... This is not without precedent, the previous Great Sima had just been taken out of his soul by the head of the Owl in the morning because he was angry with the gods

Even the big Sima who stood two positions away from him, Lord Sikong didn't need to guess to know that eighty percent of the soul eternal tribulation that he had fallen into was too dead to die...... You must know that this powerful figure in charge of the sea, land and air has only been in office for less than ten hours!

Thinking about it a little, Da Sikong couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The previous Sima was obviously the supreme commander of the imperial army, with thousands of warships in his hands, and a random fleet could wipe out a small country, and this Sima's family was even more powerful, monopolizing the daily necessities industry of the entire empire, but on top of this south tower, both died of a girl's bad temper, which is really ironic.

But the whole empire belongs to this girl, whoever she wants to die, she has to die, who she wants to live, who must live.

The sighs of his colleagues only passed in the mind of Lord Sikong, and for Lord Sikong, now his own problems are the ones that need to be solved urgently - the plan for a hundred years has actually gone wrong, even if he is a high-level quasi-god and demon in Fengguo, he can't afford this responsibility, and the end that he can't afford is usually only one.

Die.

Sikong quietly rolled his eyes with minimal amplitude to observe the expressions of the five people around him.

He didn't dare to peek at the girl, because no one dared to look directly at the girl's face, and the important ministers of the empire were no exception, and even now, Lord Sikong's perception of the girl's appearance only stayed in the photo.

Therefore, Lord Sikong can only observe a few other people in order to obtain some information.

As a quasi-god and demon, a high-level super powerhouse in Fengguo, Lord Sikong would not have used the low-level and inefficient observation method of his eyes to confirm the expressions of others, but here, with the fall of the Emperor, no one dared to use the slightest supernatural ability without permission, even if he was the master of the Empire's strange power and chaos.

Lord Sikong secretly looked at it and didn't get any useful clues, except for Da Sima, who was still standing and was actually dead, the other five people all stood respectfully, looking at their noses and noses, and their hearts and minds, as if they were wandering things.

And in my ears, except for the sound of the girl turning the paper rubbing the document, it was as quiet as a dead field.

Ay...

I can't avoid it.

Master Sikong sighed in his heart.

Gathering courage, Sikong finally made up his mind to shout the fourth sound, hoping that the girl would respond, so that he could explain the ins and outs of the matter, and then resign himself to fate and wait for life and death.