In the large square outside the magnificent building called the "Temple of the Gods" by everyone, Yu Lian, who was wearing a dark night action suit, looked at the dignitaries and nobles of the empire who were dressed up and traveling around him, and for a moment felt like a vulture in a peacock cage.

…… Or maybe a demon that has broken into the Garden of Eden?

Well, I like this description very much, which is in line with my personality!

Yes, his dress, his looks, his appearance, all of them were out of place with everything around him. What's more, he is now standing in the middle of this imposing square, and there is nothing to hide around him. Not far from him, a patrol in retro gold armor passed by.

They are like living fossils that have crossed over from the Cold Weapon Age, and they also exude an atmosphere that is incompatible with the background of the entire era. But it must be admitted that the armor on those people is really beautiful, gorgeous but not exaggerated, elegant and majestic. The burly and tall human figure was wrapped in golden armor, bathed in the halo of the morning light, like a divine army descending from the highest heaven.

Of course, no amount of ornate armor can deny the fact that they are ornaments!

No way, in this idealistic universe, everyone loves these retro tones, especially the empire. And it must also be admitted that wearing such a gorgeous outfit can indeed have the effect of a guard of honor.

In addition, the armor on their bodies is an ornament, but the spears in their hands are not ornate! They look like spears, and they can pierce through military armor like paper, but the end of the spear can be used to shoot people.

It was the Atomic Light Spear, the symbol and emblem of the Imperial Knights of the Astral Plane. However, in fact, this weapon has appeared many times in ceremonial occasions, and it can be regarded as part of the road specimens.

Yu Lian knew that those who were patrolling the assembly hall were either the attendant knights of the Astral Knights, or the heirs of the major noble families. The "Chengong Holy Guard" formed by them is responsible for the guards and honor guards of all important occasions in the Heavenly Domain. For the young elite of these empires, the reservists of the ruling class, this was naturally a duty imbued with a sense of sacred honor.

…… It is said that the world of mustard seeds is not the same as the spiritual treasure house, it is a world that is infinitely close to the real world, between reality and imaginary. Although this world is illusory, everything in it is naturally constructed, but it has a very subtle and indissoluble connection with the material world.

All intruders from the material world, if they reach a certain level of spiritual cultivation, it is possible to bring the things in this "false world" back to reality.

Thinking of this, Yu Lian couldn't help but look at the atomic light spears in the hands of those Chen Palace Holy Guards.

Or is this elegant, forced, yet powerful weapon suitable for me! Although they were all miscellaneous soldiers, they were far less sharp than the specially numbered rod I had snatched from the knight chief, but it was better than nothing.

However, as soon as he thought so, those Chen Palace Holy Guards seemed to feel something, and they stopped on the spot and looked in the direction of Yu Lian.

Even the high-ranking officials and nobles around him, who were full of people, also stopped. The vivid expressions on each other's faces. At that moment, they all stiffened, as if they had turned into dolls, and they all turned their heads to look at them.

At that moment, Yu Lian suddenly became the focus of tens of thousands of emotionless eyes.

Behind the line of sight, tens of thousands of faces that had lost all expression, stiff as cheap puppets. There didn't seem to be any emotion in their eyes, they just looked in the direction of Yu Lian smoothly and without any ups and downs, and they didn't even move their eyelashes and eyelids.

These ruling elites of the empire, who are about to enter the temple of gods, seem to be deprived of their emotions by the invisible Supreme Being; As a result, the world they live in seems to be deprived of time and space.

This is quite a scene of falling value, and the whole careful liver even pauses for a moment. Fortunately, he is as experienced as he is, and it is not the first time he has encountered this scene.

Before the irreversible negative changes appeared in those eyes that had no emotional fluctuations, Yu Lian directly opened the spiritual shield, wrapping all his emotions under the invisible spiritual wall formed by the spiritual energy.

Time began to flow again. The crowd seemed to have souls, lives, and emotions again, and they ignored Yu Lian and reintegrated into the world that came alive again.

"......" Company Commander Yu sighed, once again confirming that the creator of this world must be a slut.

He does not belong to this world, so the slightest disturbance will be directly excluded. And after being excluded, it is impossible for one's body and soul to remain in exile.

The smarter ones should retreat now, but they can all come in, and if they just run away in the wilderness, Yu Lian is sure that he will not be able to understand his thoughts for the rest of his life.

Yu Lian glanced up at the golden angel statue hanging in the sky, and also saw a light curtain that the sky "held up" with a lifting action, and the time displayed on it was "August 12, 2784 in the Imperial Calendar, August 12, 674 in the Galactic Calendar." 10 a.m. ”

Yes, this is the arrogant empire. Except for diplomatic occasions, they will use two kinds of commemorative time in any place, and the imperial calendar will definitely be placed before the Galactic Community.

The next moment, the light curtain of the angel like "lifting" changed from time to a huge advertisement: "Blue Ekjani, a paradise of rich quality!" ”

…… Well, from this point of view, the imperial aristocracy is actually not so arrogant.

However, in the year 674 of the common calendar, this year seems to be vaguely familiar, so something big should have happened, right? Yu Lian pondered for a moment, then followed the crowd and walked towards the huge dome-like building in front.

The building was a bit like a large mushroom perched upside down on the ground, but it must also be the most spectacular mushroom Yu Lian had ever seen.

It should be a kilometer high, which is not particularly exaggerated in the cosmic age. In this imperial capital suspended in space alone, there are several buildings that are taller than it. However, considering that its overall appearance is a round hemispherical body, its scale can be imagined.

Yu Lian observed the crowd around him, but after all, they were all ancients from a century and a half ago, and he didn't see anything for a while. These people are well-dressed but not ostentatious, not like attending some casual party, but more like a major official event. More than seventy percent of the purebred humans present were present. A small number of strangely shaped alien races mixed in the crowd, although they were also conspicuous, but they were also inexplicably harmonious wrapped in a special imperial dress and wearing a gorgeous Heavenly Gate crest.

Discord can't work! Their existence is a sign that the races and civilizations that occupy half of the galaxy are like a family under the rule of the great Dawn royal family!

They should be the elders and members of the two houses of the Imperial Council. The former were elected by the Heraldic House and the Privy Council, or appointed by the emperor himself, and were probably nobles of famous birth, or retired high-ranking officials and generals. The latter, on the other hand, is elected by citizens and the people, and should theoretically be of all classes.

The 5,000 senators, and 30,000 parliamentarians, constituted the "supreme" legislative and supervisory body of the empire.

The reason for this is that the emperor has the right to veto bills of parliament without restriction and to dissolve parliament directly. At the same time, the Privy Council was always accountable only to the Emperor himself.

Although they put a quotation mark, they are, after all, theoretically one of the highest organs of power in the empire, and theoretically, they will only gather together on very important topics.

Yu Lian was quite interested in the topic of today's meeting, and it was still quite interesting to go directly into the conference hall like a ghost that no one could see, and see how the imperial elders and parliamentarians were intriguing and hatching a conspiracy to make half of the universe want to die. However, he didn't have this lighthouse time after all. There's a limit to how long the Psychic Shield can be activated, and if you don't want to be torn to shreds by these unspeakable monsters that can transform into indescribable monsters, you have to speed up the time.

Earl Salvin, and perhaps Duke Charles II, what kind of legacy and information did they leave behind for posterity?

Yu Lian sped up his speed and quickly entered the gate of the "Temple of the Gods".

However, when passing through the gate, he was still a little cautious, and he had been carefully observing the two ten-meter giants like bronze statues, and was ready to resist or even flee at any time.

Fortunately, the two colossi did not move, and they were pure statues at all.

This made Yu Lian breathe a sigh of relief slightly.

After entering the hall, he didn't have time to admire the elegant and solemn decoration of the interior, and the already spacious and magnificent hall couldn't wait to derive his perception.

To be honest, if it weren't for mastering the "Spirit Vein Circulation", Yu Lian really wouldn't dare to carry out such a "blue-consuming" operation while opening the spiritual shield. Judging from this year alone, Uncle Wang's teacher is indeed worthy of being a generation of grandmasters in the realm of transcendental beings, and it is understandable that his disciples and grandchildren will later become the armed forces of the earthlings.

Deep spiritual perception extends further in this mustard seed world between the virtual and material worlds.

In Yu Lian's senses, the vivid people and events around him, the magnificent background of the Temple of Gods, the grand square outside the temple and the unobstructed view of the city, all seemed to fade from the black and white of color. There was only a glimmer of light, swaying peacefully in the depths of the Great Hall, but it was all too easy to ignore.

Yu Lian felt the danger again, and also felt the attention that was gathering towards him. He quickly regained his spiritual consciousness and walked slowly in that direction.

At this time, he was already feeling a little tired, which was a warning sign of the blue stripe's excessive consumption.

He didn't hesitate and continued to work hard to maintain the spiritual shield, but he didn't dare to turn on his perception and move quickly in the direction of the light he had captured earlier. He jumped over the wall, he climbed the window, he climbed the stairs, in short, how fast and convenient it was. Anyway, I'm not worried about being seen.

Twenty minutes later, he finally arrived at the indoor dome garden on the side of the Great Council Hall.

In this fragrant courtyard where flowers are in full bloom, Yu Lian slowed down. His experience taught him that in this kind of fake world, the more beautiful the place, the more deceiving.

Maybe the trees around you are masters of boxing, maybe the crystal roses on that wall will breathe fire, maybe the water lilies in the lake will shoot missiles; Perhaps, those two figures standing in the lake will suddenly turn into inexplicable monsters in the virtual realm, eager to devour themselves completely.

Yu Lian pressed the lightsaber on his waist and took a few steps forward. This time, he finally saw the two of them clearly.

One is naturally his "old acquaintance" Count Salvin.

The other, unsurprisingly, is the little-known "country lord", the thirty-first Duke of Don Wyser, Calsa II, who is suspected to be the creator of this vast mustard seed world, or at least one of them.

The two were whispering, but their voices were clearly in Yu Lian's ears.

"The big picture is decided. We have failed. Earl Darvin said to the duke. His tone and expression were very calm, even with a hint of banter and self-deprecation, as if he had just lost a pleasant game.

"There's no room at all?" In comparison, Duke Calsa's expression was a little more solemn.

"Just now, the Imperial Magistrate has occupied the Prime Minister's Palace, which is an order from the Privy Council. However, the owner of the Void Crown has not yet returned to his throne, so in what name can the Privy Council transfer the magistrates? ”

Duke Calza said unwillingly: "What about the Knights...... over there"

"Oh, Calza, sometimes I like to pry your head open and put a little bit of my brain cells in it. At this time, you are still expecting their power! The reason why the glorious and noble Knights of the Astral Plane have always been so glorious and noble is because they will always be on the side of the victor! ”

The Duke tried to retort, but he opened his mouth for a moment, and finally only condensed into a heavy sigh.

"What should we do?"

"My historical mission is over, so let's face my fate quietly. However, keep enough of the legacy and wait for our descendants to start the next round of the competition. Our predecessors have already experienced more than a dozen reincarnations, and they have been persevering, so"

"No, I mean, how?"

"Go back, go back to your own territory, and be a harmless border lord. Until now, this matter has nothing to do with you. ”

"What about you?"

"Me? I'm also a member of the Senate! Of course, to return to that council hall and cheer for the return of the Void Crown! ”

Yu Lian finally realized how this was