The white paper, shimmering with a little golden light.

But except for the emperor's signing, everything else is just a blank.

Nothing.

What is this? Hades frowned, trying to figure out if there was anything like a cipher or ciphertext on it.

When his scrutinizing eyes fell on the emperor's glittering inscription—

Hades' left eye suddenly began to flicker, and then, Hades "saw" it.

Here's a video.

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A light lit up in the dark.

A slightly orange light illuminates a corner of a desk with a gold carving on the edge of the solid wood, on which the light floats slightly.

A man was sitting in front of a desk, leaning over to write something.

The man wore long black hair, an olive laurel wreath on his head, and a simple linen robe with a gold button pinned to the collar.

It's the emperor.

The emperor put down the pen in his hand and slowly raised his head, in his dark eyes, the golden flames were beating, and he stared in the direction of Hades, who realized that he should be looking at him.

"Hello, Outlander."

The Emperor spoke calmly,

"You're allowed to know."

The next moment, the only light went out.

Yes?

Before Hades could react, the blinding, dry sunlight shone on him, and the sound of running water, frogs, and insects could be heard in his ears.

He stood beside a large river lined with thatched huts and fishermen bouncing with oars, and in the distance, some peasants stood in the fields.

"They're looking at the clouds."

The Emperor's voice came from Hades' side, and Hades jerked his back, and the Emperor stood beside him, looking at the clouds in the distance.

"The farmers and fishermen who live on the banks of the Sakarya River know how to look up and speculate on the shape of the clouds on the horizon whether it will be rainy the next day."

The emperor's eyes flashed with stars,

"It's going to rain."

Hades narrowed his eyes, staring at the little dry cloud in the sky, but he couldn't read anything from a cloud, there were no normal clouds in Barbaros in his only farming life.

"You can't see it."

The emperor turned his head and looked at Hades.

In the eyes of the emperor, the greatest ruler in the history of mankind, tyrant, dictator, inhabit unfathomable calm waters.

Above the lake, white clouds are reflected, and below the lake, boiling and tumbling tyrannical magma.

"But you still know that tomorrow there will be rain, a torrential rain."

"You know that the raindrops are going to fall, even if you can't see the clouds, you know what that rainstorm will look like in the end, you know it's going to wash everything away."

"But the clouds are changing, and any breeze can shape it, change it."

"You can't shape a cloud, and it won't remain the way you want it to be after you're gone."

The Emperor stared silently at the small cloud in the sky, which had changed its appearance under the twist of the wind.

"We can only rely on the rolling tide as much as possible."

"Sensing the wind, seeing the clouds, humans can get a brief glimpse of the future."

"The future is changing, changing, and every wave in the ocean of destiny may be the future to come."

"But the storm that belongs to humanity will come eventually."

The next moment, Hades felt himself falling, falling, stars darting past him, stars trembling, hazy fog tumbling and surging in.

"But humanity still hasn't gone far enough."

The voice continued.

"In the age of Terra, in the age of technology, in the age of strife, until the thirtieth millennium, the main means of long-distance communication and navigation of mankind was still with the help of subspace, with the help of psionics."

"The enemies of humanity can cut them off at any time, so that the vague and low star language will never be received, and the ships that sail will never find their way back."

Eventually, Hades stopped in a subspace star field, and the bright and disillusioned nebula continued to flow and stir.

The pause in the emperor's voice was like a soft sigh.

"There is nothing new under the sun."

"Humanity should not struggle to survive in the darkness of ignorance and short-sightedness, nor should it repeat the path of the spirit race, and humanity should hold the authority of its own destiny."

"Before the hands at the throat are tightened, humanity needs to break free, defeat it, defeat it."

"And the network is the path of mankind, the only spark that mankind can hope to master, the key to isolating the bright soul of mankind from the chaotic subspace, so that long-distance navigation is no longer limited by the technology of subspace."

"The establishment of the network requires a lot of resources, hundreds of millions of materials, this is not a miracle that can be built by pouring out an entire galaxy, it requires the exhaustion of an entire race."

"In order to establish a network and to consolidate the empire, I launched a great expedition."

"At the beginning of the Great Expedition, the beat of time was not yet so rushed."

"But they won't sit idly by."

In front of Hades's eyes, the waves of the subspace became more and more agitated, and the current of the water began to accelerate significantly, huddled together in disorder and chaos.

The emperor's voice was devoid of emotion, cold and unforgiving.

"Time is running out, and the Great Expedition must be accelerated."

"Mutilations and flaws are not a reason to stop, the Legion must fulfill their mission."

"The rainstorm is coming, and everyone has a necessary mission."

"And you, outlander."

The emperor's words changed -

"You have proved your loyalty and ability, and I will hand over to you the 14th and the Empire's Soulless to guarantee the Great Expedition of the Fourteenth Legion, while preparing for the next rainstorm in any way you can."

"You have to be cautious and keep a low profile, and accumulate a force against the creatures of the subspace."

"You can try to stir up fate, but it is not an easy task, the accumulation of details is just a trick of the weak, and the strong choose to face the final judgment of fate."

"Finally, good luck."

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Hades opened his eyes suddenly, and it seemed that it was extremely difficult to parse this video from the emperor, and he gasped heavily, and subconsciously looked down at the letter.

The flames burned, and the emperor's golden signature quickly faded into the flames.

"Wait."

Hades gasped and stopped Charon, who was about to leave.

"This. It's one-way and I need to tell him something. ”

"My lord, is it about the future?"

Hades nodded,

"No need."

Charon said calmly,

"My lord has made his own decisions, and now my lord is concentrating on the expedition, and the time has not yet come."

Ha?

Hades has a question mark on his face, has the time come?

In other words, the emperor will arrange a meeting with him after this?

Seeing that he was speechless, Charon went straight away with Blackfa.

Soon Hades received a letter from Macardo.

The new general content is to explain for him what this [Lord of the Silent Retreat] is.

In pertinent, objective, detailed, and constructive terms, Machado introduced him to the title and praised Hades for his youth and achievements, and received the title.

Hades read three and a half pages of nonsense praising him, and then decisively flipped to the back.

It stands to reason that Makado writes that most of the Empire's soulless should be managed by Hades.

However, Machado emphasized the difficulties and points of transporting soulless, as well as the various psychological problems that soulless people may have when it comes to death guards, and their impact on training tasks.

Eventually, Macado came to his conclusions.

The empire can supply Hades, the [Master of the Silent Retreat] soulless, but the number is limited, and if there is really any crucial task, Terra will temporarily transfer people.

At the same time, Machado learned about the Spirit-type knights developed by Hades, and he immediately said that because the soulless knights managed by Hades are all trained in Terra, in order to make it more convenient to reinforce Hades in the future, Hades should send at least two Spirits Knights back to Terra for long-term stationing training.

Hades was silent.

He stared at the piece of paper for a long time, not understanding how Macado could have the audacity to write such a brazen text.

Hades finally came to his senses.

Co-authored Emperor and Machado were partners to paint cakes for him.

And he did not point out the methodology to Hades, nor did he give Hades the materials that his [name] deserved.

The code doesn't move, the real code doesn't move...... Spit souls

2/15 of the number of changes owed

(End of chapter)