"After more than 300 years, the power of heavenly condolence is declining day by day, and their will has not been passed down from generation to generation. The current heavenly condolences only deserve to be spurned by human beings. ”

"Lovely Lis, isn't it a group of heroic figures? They fought for their homeland, even at the cost of dying, just to let the dead of the innocent colonization constellation rest in peace, shouldn't people give these people the respect they deserve? ”

"Oh, my Princess Rhea. Now the condolences are different from the past, and it is no longer the first thing in their hearts to have justice in their homes, rather than putting such a nice name as the condolences on them, it is better to call them robbers and robbers. Now they are useless except to curl up in the old Yatum, living on the decadence of looted materials. Now, our princess, please go to sleep, and tomorrow we will attend the festival. ”

"Is there really no one to inherit the will of Atum? Tell me about it again, Sister Alice, you're the best. ”

Alice looked at the princess lying in the bed, a little helpless, although she and the princess were master and servant, the relationship between them was like sisters. Rhea's innocent and inquisitive gaze made her unbearable to end her bedtime story like this.

"There is one more, a man who truly inherits the will of Yatum." Alice looked out the window at the sky as if a meteor had fallen, and Rhea's voice shattered the person she was missing in her mind.

Alice shook her head, still thinking about the man, who hadn't appeared in the eyes of the world for nearly ten years, how could she be so stupid.

"His name is Golden Emperor, Golden Emperor Nevimu."

The Martian sky is still so clear at night, thanks to the Mars Environmental Change Project 300 years ago, that it became a second planet inhabited by humans.

The artificial Martian moon rises in the sky, warming the cold night with a little light reflected by itself. However, a flash of fire gently brushed over the Martian Moon, a not-so-large meteorite whose surface was gradually peeling off, revealing the inner metal structure, which appeared to be an escape pod.

Landing at night is a great option for stowaways, and to be honest, Mars doesn't have a large population, and there are only a few dozen cities. Under the Earth Federation's treaty, Mars can't accommodate so many people that they themselves would like stowaways to arrive.

But it can't be called a landing, maybe it would be more appropriate to describe it as a crash, the surface of the escape pod fell off little by little, and smashed into a wilderness without hesitation under the guidance of gravity.

"There is a situation in the B-34 area, and it may be another stowaway."

The radio on the night patrol car sounded, and the driver immediately changed his original direction of travel, B-34, which was one of the areas they were responsible for.

"Stowaways are stowaways, they come when they want, why do we have to catch them at night and throw them in prison, anyway, they will be released in a few days, 668 days a year, we are working, I heard that the earth is only 365 days a year."

"There's no way, tomorrow is the three-hundred-year migration festival on Mars, and it seems that it won't be able to go."

The two men in the patrol car complained to each other, and it's no wonder that their daily job is to monitor the wilderness.

"Arrived at Sector B-34."

"Come and see this!"

One of the team members was debriefing on his mission, while his younger partner couldn't wait to jump out of the car and look at the huge crater smashed by the escape pod in front of him.

"My Highness Mars, is that also called landing?"

"I'm willing to bet my grandmother, who is over eighty, is better than him at landing manually."

The two stopped in front of the escape hatch.

A young man was curled up in a ball and lying in an escape pod, naked and covered with only a shabby sheet, and his not too tall body was the best proof that he was not a native of Mars.

The rudimentary sheets didn't cover his whole body, his thighs and arms were exposed, and he was napping at the moment, not knowing how much movement he had.

Of course, he didn't know that there were two people standing in front of him, watching him indulge in his sweet dreams.

But the two patrol members were stunned, and they saw a tattoo on the man's wrist.

That's just a "day" word and a barcode underneath.

"This guy is a ......" Before he could say anything, he was covered by his own teammates.

"Shhhh

The older team members took out the code scanner pinned to their waists that they hadn't used for several years to identify the uninvited guest in front of them.

Identification Result:

Golden Emperor Navimu

Most wanted in the first degree

Crimes: Kidnapping, money laundering, assassination, robbery, and attempted planet-bombing multiple times.

"I've heard of him! This guy is known as the legendary Heavenly Mourner, he once guided an asteroid to hit the Earth, unsuccessfully, but he later escaped from the hands of the Federation, and people will never be able to catch his trace, but he has not appeared in the eyes of the world for a whole decade, I thought he died somewhere in the solar system! ”

"Now that we know he's alive, we've really picked up a treasure this time." The older team members tried to show more composure, but the trembling hands clutching at the handcuffs around his waist had completely revealed the joy in his heart.

"What are you two talking about?" At some point, the Golden Emperor had already opened his eyes, and the knife he took out of the sheet had already stabbed the throats of the two patrol members.

After the half-ring, Jin Di put on the clothes of a patrol member and used the car walkie-talkie to report to the patrol headquarters.

"It's just a small meteorite, and the area is normal."

"Roger, please continue on patrol duty."

"Ghosts go on patrol!"

Of course, Emperor Jin has turned off the walkie-talkie, in fact, he doesn't want to come to Mars, just to survive.

The night sky was still clear, and the night on Mars was much more beautiful and quiet than Emperor Jin had imagined, and it seemed that the people who were chasing him did not find any traces.

Emperor Jin was a little helpless, he finally lived a peaceful life, thinking of the joy on the faces of the two patrol members before, I am afraid that anyone who recognized him would do so, after all, there are so many bounties. As long as he reappears in the eyes of the world, it will not only be the Earth Federation and the Superbody Star Empire that will hunt him down, but also the hordes of bounty hunters, as well as the damned other members of the Heavenly Condolence.

He was already homeless, but then he shook his head and kicked the thought out of his mind, wasn't he a poor homeless person in the first place?

In order to ensure his safety, the Golden Emperor looked at the sky again, and the ship that was worried did not appear.

"Seth, that idiot, must not have found out that I had escaped from Europa, hahahaha......"

The Golden Emperor drove the car, and the end point of the navigation was the capital of Mars, the new city.

In the eighth century of the solar system ephemeris, the word "heavenly condolence" appeared for the first time in the solar system, and was remembered by people, they wantonly plundered planets, ships, attacked the earth, colonies, all evil, lawless, came and went without a trace, so that the Earth Federation spent a lot of money to reward the first batch of heavenly condolence leaders, and bounty hunters began to appear frequently.

In the ninth century of the solar system epistle, the second generation of Heavenly Condolence leaders appeared, and began to intensify the attack on the Earth Federation, under the attack of the Heavenly Contempt, the Earth Federation was almost disintegrated, until the support of the Superstar Imperial Army, the Heavenly Condolence suffered heavy losses, and gradually disappeared.

In the 10th century of the solar system, the third generation of the leader of the Heavenly Mourning appeared, the Golden Emperor Navimu, who became the name that everyone remembers, he tried to guide the asteroid towards the earth, causing a major collision, and the plan was almost successful, but was intercepted by the Earth Federation Army. After escaping from the control of the federal army, he disappeared with only one sentence, and never appeared in the eyes of everyone again.

The eleventh century of the solar system ephemeris is exactly now.

The Golden Emperor will reproduce that sentence in the world.

"The time of heavenly condolences has arrived."