For the people of the imperial capital who live in the lower and middle districts, ordinary people will be short of breath even when they get close, and the dizzy and swollen upper city is an unattainable forbidden place.

Only the sublimators, those who are truly bigwigs, can walk freely in the area that is completely enveloped by the imperial force field.

As everyone knows, above the upper city, there is still an upper city.

Above the Shangcheng District, where even the visions of the fourth-level powerhouses could suppress, was a steep lonely mountain, where the crater of the force field composed of steel and unknown biological structures formed a crater-like structure, and the invisible force field shield from here went straight to the sky, sheltering the entire Central Great Plains region centered on the imperial capital.

And just around the mouth of the force field, a huge rock iron palace stood on the edge, but in terms of appearance, it was more of a high platform than a palace.

From this high platform, you can overlook the entire central plain, and behind it is the beam of the imperial capital force field that rushes straight into the void.

His Majesty, if he had not disappeared and gone on his mysterious and unknown plans, would have spent most of his time here, and the palace in the upper part of the city was only an office, and he had never been there for long.

He even hated the palace that was too much of a match.

Step by step, Mikael walked up to the high platform, which was neither metal nor rock, it had some kind of biological qualities, but it was as hard as steel, and its surface was covered with a layer of flowing light, its color pure white, without a trace of impurities.

Although the liquid light covering the high platform seems to be one, it is actually composed of countless independent bands of light, constantly staggering up and down, as if building some kind of extremely complex model, and in the center of each band of light there is a ball of light that rotates like the pupil of a human eye, staring in the direction where Mikael is.

In the center of the light, at the top of the high platform, stood a tall and burly figure staring at the sky alone.

The second sun hanging in the sky, sits on the top of the blazing light, the Emperor of the Central Empire, Axel the Protector of the Land.

And...... The son of the Black Tyrant, the heir to the greatest estate of Inaga II, and the tyrant of the Yi tribe.

Mikael stared at his father's back, knowing full well that his father was a murderous tyrant in the truest sense of the word compared to his grandfather's tyrant name.

In my grandfather's life, even against his biggest rivals and rebels, he only killed himself, the family was exiled, and the old Grand Duke of Thorin tried to rebel, but he only killed the first offender, and even took this generation of Archduke Split as an apprentice, and promised him that 'if this country displeased you, you can choose the path of independence again'.

And his father, even if he doesn't count the brothers and sisters killed before and after the succession, just the big families who were eliminated after the succession, and the self-righteous people who thought they could get more benefits in the hands of the new emperor were dozens of times that of their grandfather.

The only difference is that my father corrected my grandfather's weakness of soft-heartedness, and he killed all of them if he wanted to, leaving not even a single remnant behind.

In this way, no one will reiterate his father's ruthlessness many years later, and all the nobles who were eliminated will be forgotten, leaving only a simple stroke in the history books.

As for the heirs of the inheritance, this is the case. The laws and regulations of the empire seem to have changed a lot, but in fact, they are not much different from those of my grandfather, at most they have a little Axel characteristics.

This is the key to the empire's gradual prosperity once again.

Axel didn't pay any attention to the person behind him, and large clouds of golden-white particles of light flowed around him, which swirled, flew, and then coalesced into one human form after another, translucent, humbly bent over his father, and reported many matters.

Among them, there was a figure Mikael that was very familiar, and it was none other than Moze, the head of the Gnostic Academy.

"So, is it theoretically possible?" Mikael heard his father say this.

[Yes, Your Majesty.] Dean Moze bowed, and he replied seriously: [But the people of the empire need an enemy, so that they can unite as one, just one flying flame land, it is not enough at all]

[The empire has never been unified in nature, there are too many different races and regional customs within us, and neither culture nor nation can be a bridge of unity, except that there is the same emperor, and everyone looks up at the same sun, we have never been a whole]

Dean Moze said something incomprehensible to Mikael, he knew that the second prince was beside him, but he did not shy away from saying: "We need a more distinct, more three-dimensional, and more powerful enemy...... Otherwise, we won't be able to reach a consensus.]

"It's still a bit hard to be alive. No wonder Split had to let people die. The Emperor whispered, he raised his hand, and motioned for Mikael to sit aside: "The Scourge should be okay. The one prophesied by the Temple of All Souls. ”

The emperor's voice was faint and a little tired: "Or do you want to add the Heavenly Imperial Court?" Fighting on two fronts is not impossible. ”

[No, Your Majesty]

Dean Mo Ze shook his head and said, "The hatred of the Flying Flame Land and the hatred of the Heavenly Royal Court are not a group of people, they cannot reach a consensus. On the contrary, the plague of light prophesied by the Temple of All Souls has potential, but it is a disaster for everyone on the entire continent, and the people of the empire cannot feel that they are special.]

[If it's not special, they can't muster up the courage]

“…… Compared to technology, it is the people themselves who are the most troublesome. How can we teach this foolish people unity? ”

The tall man's tone paused, and he waved his hand: "Stand down." ”

[Yes, Your Majesty]

The hazy translucent humanoid form of the light particles dissipated, and the Emperor turned his head to look at Mikael.

"Good afternoon, father." Mikael said.

"Straight." The emperor said, "I didn't teach you to bow to me. ”

"Why sit back and watch Split succeed." Mikael said: "Or is this still part of your plan?" ”

"He didn't run to a place I didn't know." The emperor's tone was flat, he raised his head, turned his head and continued to stare at the pillar of light, the deepest part of his golden eyes flashed with white brilliance: "It won't take two minutes to go to the center of the earth." ”

"Just when you're prepared." Mikael said in his heart, and he continued to ask: "My brother didn't repair the atmosphere at all, and it was Captain Wei who did it on his behalf. What exactly did you send him for? ”

"Boring question." The Emperor said, "Terra's atmosphere still needs us to repair it?" The four-story ladder is not broken, and it can be regenerated even if the atmosphere is completely lifted. Carlos is on his way to Dragon Island. ”

"It's just that you weren't here just now, otherwise you would have to go to the Holy Mountain, and the frost trail would go instead of you."

"What exactly are you going to do?" Mikael couldn't understand it, he just couldn't figure out what his father was going to do in the last few days, so he came over and asked.

Axel was his father after all, and he would indeed answer the question.

The tall man took his eyes off the shield beam of the Imperial Capital's force field, and only then did he really turn his head and look at his son seriously.

"Mikael."

The emperor said: "The city of Fudo has reappeared. ”

Mikael's eyes widened.

But before he could say anything, Axel looked away again.

The emperor now overlooked the lower city of the imperial capital under the high platform, as well as the vast plains in the distance, and his tone was calm: "Split has seen Hilliard's successor. It was a young knight, presumably the capital of learning, or the people of gold in the west. ”

"He called himself the Glen, his name was Mahdi, and his sword was Hilliard's, but it was no longer a sword embryo, but a real sword...... He probably already has the strength of the third energy level. Well, in general, he was about the same genius as Mr. Hilliard. ”

"Mahdi?" There was so much information that Mikael didn't know what to say for a while: "How could I not have found out...... The name ......"

"Pseudonym, of course. Even others may be fake, but strength will not. The Emperor shook his head.

He sighed, "It's time for the alternation. Those who had experienced the turmoil of the dark moon had almost died, but their successors had appeared one after another. It's been another turbulent time. ”

"The purpose of your question? My purpose has always been simple. In other words, in this land, people who still have ambitions and dreams have the same purpose. ”

"I want to change the world."

"Who wouldn't?"

Mikael wanted to laugh a little, and this answer could not be said to be serious, but it was the same as not saying it: "Because of this, none of you can change the world." ”

"yes."

The emperor did not shy away from this: "When you become an emperor, you know how unfree it is, there is no difference between a sublimator and an ordinary person at all, even if it is the top seat of the fifth energy level. ”

At this point, he paused for a moment, then waved his hand, "Stand down, there is a big meeting to be held later." I'm going to keep working. ”

Mikael stepped back.

When he came over this time, what he really wanted to ask was why he connived at Grand Duke Thorin to advance to the fifth energy level, and he had already determined that Grand Duke Thorin had mastered some special advanced method after the Avak Leader incident, and informed Axel.

But after hearing Minister Moze's words, he understood that there would be no answer to this question.

Because his father just wants to create an opponent.

Neither the Flying Flame Land nor the Heavenly King's Court were enough, let alone a mere Grand Duke of Thorin?

He didn't care about these frivolous little things.

"The fifth level is all crazy."

Walking down from the high platform, Mikael slowly walked back to the upper town.

Axel almost never hid his actions from his children, himself, and others, but no one could understand what he was going to do.

For example, taking advantage of the momentum of Grand Duke Thorin advancing to the fifth energy level, he summoned all the leaders and main members of the major mountain forces of the empire to the imperial capital...... This is not a way to work together at all, and these guys will never really join forces when they get together, even if they ostensibly obey Axel's authority.

Mikael didn't understand that. Letting these sublimators live apart is a way to ensure order, otherwise, these strong-willed, opinionated, and powerful guys can cause as much trouble as they want.

A group of people with different opinions and unable to convince with words are themselves a source of unrest.

They stayed in the imperial capital for a few days, and the imperial capital would fall into chaos for a few days, and Mikael could already think of the chaos in the upper city of the imperial capital for a while—just the group of people in the white and lonely governors and the Eastern Grand Duke would have to fight openly and secretly, not to mention the entanglement in the northwest for I don't know how many years.

They themselves will not do anything, but their heirs, the forces under their command, will start street duels again, suppress each other, and use their political power to fight the enemy.

Damn the quagmire, this group of people are good at fighting in the mud, and it hurts to think about it.

Mikael couldn't help but think of Ian again at this time, that kid was really fast, probably he wanted to leave when he saw all kinds of nobles and bigwigs gathering the imperial capital, right? He must have guessed how much trouble he would have after there were so many big people in the imperial capital, and with his genius, if several nobles from different forces went to the banquet, which one should he go to? Who do you want to offend for no reason?

Self-righteous smart people will think that they can get right and left, and the really smart people will run away long ago.

It was the right choice.

If Mikael is not the second prince and has a goal, if he can't escape if he wants to achieve it, he also wants to run.

"At the end of the day."

Closing his eyes, the blonde-haired prince smiled bitterly: "I'm not a person suitable to stand on the top of the mountain." ”

No matter what Mikael thinks, time is ticking and things are developing.

At the Imperial Capital Conference that took place on October 8, 773, all the participants focused on how to deal with the advanced fifth level of Grand Duke Thorin and how to deal with the core area of the Grand Duke's territory that had now become foggy, but they didn't think that this topic was just a few words at first, and then no one mentioned it again.

With the official all-out confrontation between the Empire and the Flying Flame Land, and the fact that the King of Tianhong was forced to accept the sanctions of the four major Orthodox Religions, and was confined to the Heavenly Flood Land and was not allowed to participate in the war, the Empire has gained a considerable advantage in terms of public opinion and strength.

In this regard, many nobles were confused, believing that the ambitious emperor wanted to open up two fronts, and face the two bloodlines of Nemashas and Abbasalom at the same time. There was nothing wrong with this guess, but the truth would certainly have been unexpected.

And the appearance of the Canaan Moore envoy next pushed the meeting to a climax.

[The Sertar Empire and the Canaan-Moore Federation will form a strategic alliance to respect each other's sovereignty and territorial integrity, and will reach more than 12 strategic cooperation projects]

[The first of these is that the sublimators of both sides join forces to open a pass in the Favette Mountains, so that the sea breeze of the southern eternal ocean can go straight to the wilderness in the southeast of the empire, and the empire is about to launch a large-scale wasteland reforestation campaign, open up new settlements, and open up a direct land trade route to Canaan Moore]

This is the largest terrain transformation project on Terra since the 60s.

In addition to this, on the first day of the Great Council, Emperor Axel also determined the strategy for the development of the empire during the Flamelands War.

The meeting passed a bill on the reorganization of the Aerospace Forces, which will be mainly equipped with aerospace armor and supplemented by mobile fortresses, and from then on, the Settar Aerospace Forces will be independent of the Imperial Ministry of Defense, and the commander-in-chief of the Aerospace Forces will be concurrently served by the Emperor. At the same time, the low-flying modification of part of the army's armor was confirmed that the army is not just a simple land army, but a comprehensive and integrated armored force.

There are still six days left in the big conference room, but the news of the first day alone has already shaken the imperial capital and even the entire empire. In particular, the strategic alliance between the Empire and the Canaanite Moore Federation surprised its friends.

Meanwhile.

Yamashita.

Downtown.

The white-haired boy did not take the alchemy train or the car, but rode an ordinary white horse, humming a minor tune, and walked in the sunset and wind.

Naturally, a convoy of supplies loaded with armor and food, as well as hired manpower, could not be prepared in two days, and the Platinum-Iridium Workshop had taken care of it, and a convoy of nearly fifty skilled craftsmen and various construction tools would arrive in Nauman City within a week or two of Ian's arrival in Southridge.

Birch and Frostbutterfly took the channel of the elf township, after all, the elf wanted to go all out to go too fast, which did not match Ian's purpose - he needed to observe the changes in the area of the Southridge Township after the war between the Flying Flame Land and the Empire, so he went separately.

According to the channels of the Platinum Iridium Workshop, the current situation in Nanling is not good, although the main pressure of the Flying Flame Land is in the western realm, but there are no fortresses on this side of Nanling, as long as the enemy is willing to spend the price, he will definitely be able to send people to Nanling.

They instigated a number of indigenous and hill people to rebel against the Empire's rule, and while the trade nodes centered on Nauman, Trois-Rivières, and Port Harrison were not disturbed, large swaths of the autonomous community west of Southridge were in disarray.

And there is obviously something wrong with the Dragon Worship Sect, since the Mountain King took Theo away, Ian has not received any news from the South Ridge Dragon Worship Sect, including the Elder of the Cliff - they are either in big trouble, or they are too busy to communicate with the outside world.

Overall, I'm afraid Ian won't be able to get the help of the Worship of the Dragons so quickly.

But it's all trivial.

Although it is a bit cruel to say, the more chaotic Nanling is, the more room Ian has to play.

If everyone lives happily ever after, without enemies and without turmoil, who can change the world, and who will change the world?

What's more, if he doesn't mess up, how can he hide his actions?

It's like the imperial capital is in chaos, and no one cares anymore that a white alchemist has left this ancient city.

The rumbling sound of the train rang out, and the bright lights lit up from afar, and then sped quickly, returning to the young man's back.

There, the towering fortified city was still shrouded in light, as if burning. In the largest country on the continent of Terra, almost all the noble leaders have come here, and the curtain of the era is slowly opening here.

But that's not his stage.

The boy was about to go to his stage.

It's sunset, then night, but dawn will come.

Ian was in the dark of night, but he looked forward to the moment when the morning light would rise.

The moonlight had begun to slowly light up on the other side of the sky, and a few inconspicuous stars appeared in the half-white night.

——The Prison Star Heavenly Prison imprisons the sky and the galaxy, making the distance have a boundary, and the unknown has a limit.

— but it doesn't lead to despair.

Raising his head and looking up at the pitch-black sky above the heavens, Ian was no longer afraid.

The boy smiled, "At least I already know what the problem is, I already know what it was that took the stars." ”

- The next thing to do is to solve it.

Thinking like this, Ian rode his horse and sang a brisk tune softly: "Ride my horse and gallop on this old road in the old city~"

"I will never give up until I am exhausted~"

As night falls, the cool autumn night breeze blows, causing the long grass on both sides of the road to sway.

The clouds obscured the moonlight, and the figure of the young man of the white people disappeared into the darkness.

But the sound of horses' hooves can still be heard clearly, and they are moving forward.

He was still moving forward, walking in the dark, the only way he had to go.

He's Ian.

Break the old world, reforge the new world, and finally go to the high heavens.

He wants to gallop into the future.

Even if you're exhausted, don't give up.

- High in the Sky, Part 1, Prison Star Prison, End

In the first volume, the Prison Star Heavenly Prison is over, and a single chapter of testimonials will be sent during the day, and the outline of the next volume will be prepared!

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone!

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