The big guy at the top hides in the secret room and talks about unspeakable secrets, and the big guy's children run out to play crazy together.

The guards were holding their weapons and respectfully guarding the door of the secret room...... This scene looks really corrupt.

But in fact, the only guards standing at the door were the little kittens of the Praetorian Army and a guard from the Human Revolution Federation.

One gold, one red, one left and one right, stood outside the closed door of the throne room, preventing anyone from disturbing the secret conversation between the two Majesties that might have a long-lasting and profound impact on thousands of worlds and trillions of humanity.

…… Hmm, although Mi Shan had just complained that the High Lords who were discussing the pills and blueberries were not doing their business, the things he discussed with the Corpse Emperor were not much better......

After all, it is an offline gathering of netizens, and the conversation has already been finished online, and the two don't need to do any keyboard politician activities.

As for why there were several guards brought over by Mishan, but only one stayed outside the door to stand guard with the kitten.

That's because several other people are in the entire Warhammer 40K Palace, rectifying the military discipline of those Warhammer 40K World Forbidden Army...... Military literacy, to be precise.

This is what the corpse emperor asked, and Mi Shan, who also knows what the hell those Warhammer 40K forbidden troops look like now, did not refuse.

It is said that it is military literacy, but in fact, it is just literacy, in terms of combat effectiveness, this group of brothers and nobles who have fought a 10,000-year network war have already broken through the sky.

Three people can face up to the original body of a demon who has ascended to the devil, and they have also cultivated the magic skills of stand-ins and steamrollers.

Although the combat effectiveness of this Demon Ascension Primordial Body is relatively humiliating compared to other Demon Ascension Primordial Bodies, this is enough to prove that this 10,000 years of painstaking cultivation has not been in vain.

However, the problem is that in the past 10,000 years, there is nothing else to do except fight demons in the Internet channel.

Especially with the emperor's slumber (until the kitten recently found a talkative to get better), the forbidden army who had lost their guidance lost themselves in the years of fighting.

The forbidden army pinched by the Corpse Emperor himself will not be lost into the Fallen, but they who are fully caught in the hobby of ASS♂E♂Can and Boy♂Next♂Door may be more of a headache for the Corpse Emperor than the Fallen.

Let's put it this way, among the existing Warhammer 40K forbidden army, the only one who can still wear that golden armor is the kitten alone.

The others all changed the armor demons on their bodies into various erotic costumes to satisfy their usual deep ♂ dark ♂ fantasies.

…… Although the Space Marines of the Warhammer 40K world are all brothers, this is indeed excessive, to the extent that even the Corpse Emperor can't bear it.

It's okay if you can't see it, but the problem is that this group of forbidden ♂ soldiers who are noble are wandering in front of him every day.

It's a pity that the corpse emperor can't move because of the high paraplegia all year round, so he will ask Mi Shan's side to help him straighten out his military discipline.

Listening to the miserable howls from his comrades-in-arms, the little kitten turned his head to the guards of the Revolutionary Union who were standing beside him after making sure that there was no danger around:

"Thank you very much for your assistance."

is obviously the leader of the forbidden army, but no one under his command listens to him, and the little cat can be regarded as the worst army commander in history.

"You're welcome, this is our leader's order." The Praetorian Guards of the People's Revolution Federation looked straight ahead without looking back and said.

Although the sound of the helmet was a bit urn-like, the kitten still heard the other party's identity as a woman.

Could it be that it's because of the combination of men and women, so there is no such weird hobby?

Thinking about these messy things, the little cat introduced herself to the people standing guard with her.

"Since my name is too long, you can call me "kitten". ”

In the past, it was difficult for kittens to introduce themselves like this, but this name has been recognized by their old age.

Then this name, which sounds completely ineffective and may lower your morale when pronounced, is taken as her official name by the kitten.

"......" heard the kitten's self-introduction, and the guard of the Union was silent for a while, and then said: "Beautiful sheep sheep"

"What?" The kitten was stunned for a moment, not realizing what the other party was saying.

"Mei Yang Yang, this is my name...... My current name. Because his strength was the lowest among the guards of the People's Revolutionary Federation, the guards who were nicknamed "Mei Yang Yang" sighed helplessly.

"......" was sure that he had heard correctly, and the kitten suddenly had a feeling of sympathy.

Mei Yangyang, who turned his head sideways and looked at the kitten, also had a similar feeling in his heart, by the way, Mei Yangyang also had one more guard in such a miserable situation, and he was not the only one...... Happy.

After introducing themselves, the two Praetorian Guards/Praetorian Guards suddenly realized that there was nothing more to say.

Originally, as a guard, he shouldn't have been distracted by unnecessary conversations...... Although both the kitten and the beautiful sheep feel that the task they are currently performing is not necessary.

Let's not talk about whether there are any enemies who can hit the door of the throne hall, even if there are enemies who can hit the door of the throne hall...... That enemy was a little too miserable.

The number of emperors in the throne room is now multiplied by two.

The four hawkers in the subspace are all here, and they can only meet each other.

A dog bark reached the ears of the two Janissators/Janissators, and as they followed the barking, they saw a small Shiba Inu with a red scarf barking at the scene outside the palace.

Where did the ancient Shiba Inu come from in the Imperial Palace? Strange thoughts had just crossed the kitten's mind, and the two guarding the door noticed something, and at the same time looked in the direction of the little Shiba Inu.

A penetrating light tore through the sky of Divine Terra, forming a pillar of light.

"That's the direction of Valhalla?" The kitten instantly remembered the transport plane that turned the corner halfway.

When the kitten was puzzled, he heard a noise around him, and turned his head to see the Janissary of the Human Revolution Federation holding the helmet he had taken off in one hand, and kneeling on one knee with the spear in the other hand facing the direction of the pillar of light.

The place shrouded in this light was, as the kitten had judged, the Valhalla of the Holy Terra, the secret temple of the dying heroes to be exact.

This light that is so pure that Naru, the creature of the Light, can celebrate, is what Greenhill has called.

It has been prepared for so long because this power is not exactly the power of Greenhill, and the light of Greenhill is a primer that illuminates all the power that this secret temple has accumulated over the course of ten thousand years.

These forces are the beliefs of countless people who have come to worship here for 10,000 years and have longed for the return of heroes.

Greenhill is familiar with this power, and the headquarters of the Silver Hand of Azeroth, the Temple of Light in the Chapel of the Light's Wish, is rife with it.

And here, this power is even more majestic and vast, and 10,000 years have created too many dead heroes in this world.

Under the bath of this light, the mutilated bodies of the heroes lying in the life-support devices were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, and those who woke up in advance after a short period of hesitation, saw the "living saint" Greenhill, who was doing his best to maintain this power, also knelt on one knee through the subconscious, whispering the name of the light of hope - the emperor.

A drop of rain fell on the kitten's armor, and the kitten, who was immediately aware of it, raised its head and looked at the cloudless sky of Divine Terra with a puzzled look.

"It's raining?"

"Is something wrong?" Meiyangyang, who has the same disease as the kitten, asked.

"There is no water in the Holy Terra." The kitten replied.