Artificial light descended from the false dome of the castle garden, and in this gloomy forty-millennium, at the end of the forty-millennium, when the empire of man and human civilization were desperate, the vast and splendid palace was built in the midst of countless sufferings, to enjoy the light that was indistinguishable from the real star, and to taste the luxury that belonged to the top of the pyramid, that is, to this palace alone, to this man's garden.

Flowers and plants, soil and fertilizer, oxygen and fresh water, those plants and trees, mountains and rivers, are all more precious than the lives of tens of thousands of people in the nest, because everything here requires countless resources from the void and the rich world.

The flowers and plants here absorb a luxury that ordinary people in the nest do not dare to think of, and a good enough garden can represent the richness of its owner, just as many lords use food to represent power and status, and this garden is also the basis for its owner to show strength to other ill-intentioned people.

But his reign was no longer stable, nor was the sovereign in the green meadows and beautifully manicured gardens, his pale golden robes dragging a trail on the grass, his blonde hair sprinkled over his cloak, and the nobleman holding his scepter, but looking worriedly at the zenith of his garden, which belonged to his garden.

"What a lord! I don't even have a real sun! Take a look, take a look! He smashed his jeweled scepter like a mace against the priceless vines, thorns, and flowers on the ground, and smashed the pretty little garden to pieces, and the earth stained the gilded scepter, and climbed up the most dazzling, top-of-the-line rubies.

"Ha, ha!" He was furious, and the lord's cheeks were stained with mud, until an old man in a blue robe walked into the garden, and the transparent glass door of the garden was knocked open by the simple bronze staff in his hand, and spoke in an old voice.

"Bender, my child, you are in fear, why? Is it because the income from the territory has decreased, or is it because the flowers and plants have annoyed you?"

The middle-aged man stopped his movements, compared to the old man, he was like a child venting his temper, the nobleman called Tar, to be precise, the ronin trader, the sin who had divided the Pangia star, stopped his movements, gasped and spoke to his father.

"Daddy!" He trotted into the old man's arms and said in a disgustingly greasy tone. "It's Alan Bair, that mud seed, that barbarian, who has come with his fleet! Failed, all failed, those spineless things, their disgusting things! "He's a bit of gibberish, but he can analyze their relationship.

This is strange because to be precise, Bandelta is 260 years old, and his father is close to three hundred years old, and most of the humans of this grade are actually beyond the so-called family blood ties, or.

At such an age, they began to focus only on the affairs of the next generation or the next generation, but Bandertar still did not have a wife, and his father never urged this matter, just as the bloodline that the nobles valued most was not even as important as the coquettishness between them.

This sickly, disgusting, distorted relationship carried one of the few tenderness between the nobles of the empire, and the old man sat on the grass and caressed his child's hair, even though his body was dry and his hair had turned a snow-white color.

"Failure and success complement each other, they will not last forever, when you instill a concept in a person, whether that person likes it or not, it will produce an opposite force, just more or less accumulated each time."

"The monarch before hundreds of billions of people must accumulate a lot of counter-force, this is the inevitability of history, no matter how great the emperor will collapse because of such a force, because the harmony of yin and yang, this is fate, whether it is an emperor through the ages, or eternal."

Bandertar grumbled. "Why can't I be an eternal emperor, look, this bad place because I can wrestle with the most powerful legions in this sector, look, this place where no stars shine can suck away the rich worlds that are illuminated by the sun, look, even the great Inquisitor has to give me three miles!"

"What's wrong there, I only see that those people who are usually respectful to me suddenly go crazy, that mud leg, that young man, that, slut, what sun lord, he must have some brainwashing witchcraft!"

He was like a spoiled child to his father, and his father said it earnestly. "Ling is my most complacent child, you have achieved greatness that your brothers did not have, just using your own identity to create a great merchant dynasty out of thin air, but your way of employing people is destined not to be long-term."

"You are very good, very powerful, very smart, very powerful, but fate has already destined you to get the chips that you once had things, you can go to the top because of change, but also because of its defeat, no one can control it, the world is impermanent, all changes are non-stop, illusory, true and false, it is all a dream."

Bandertar shouted. "Then let it go a little longer! Father, Daddy, go to the battlefield! He suddenly pulled his head out like a spoiled child and rolled on the grass, the old man said helplessly.

"I'm old, and secondly, those soldiers are not enough for me to deal with, I only promise you, if the Sun Lord who is protected by the silver star falls here, I will take action, but I will never move because of those pawns."

Bandertar burst into tears. "Ahh Father, you want my thousand-year-old inheritance to dissipate! If you didn't want me to take this territory, I wouldn't have worked so hard, and now that I have the results, I slaughtered General Feng, and I didn't rely on you, and now that a sun lord is here, you will break your word?"

The old man lowered his head and thought for a moment. "All I promise you is to do your best to do what you need, and it's just one thing, if you think that those who are attacking the upper nest now are more powerful, then I'll go, if the Sun Lord brings someone next, don't cry, because your life and death will have nothing to do with me in the future."

His pupils turned like birds, blue feathers crawled out of his skin, and the old man's words seemed harsh and benevolent in an abnormal atmosphere.

Bandertar spoke. "Yes, father, you go, I don't inherit your spiritual ability, but wisdom is never less, I don't want you to help me solve the most powerful enemy, that mud leg and my affairs have to be counted face to face, as your child, I just need you to help me pave the way."

But the old man said suddenly. "No! The master's big chessboard can't let me mess up, such as this is chess, you are the king, I am the queen, and the opposite side just sent knights, it is not my turn, and if your rule fails, tearing apart the side of the empire, the plan to pave the way for the future is gone, we all have to be tortured by the master! ”

Bandertar spoke suddenly. "I know that you are a close confidant under the Great Lord of Change, I know that a child like me is just a pawn in your eyes, I know that the mortal body you possess has begun to collapse, I know that you will not be afraid, I know that you will go."

"Why, you treat me as a stupid human?!" His body was completely feathered, and the hurricane kept floating in this huge garden of about 500 square meters, and the flowers and plants seemed to wither, and his mouth became long and thin, revealing densely intertwined twisted sharp teeth.

Bandertar replied. "The incarnation sculpture of the Lord of All Things is in the hands of those people, from the Purple Hand to the present day, the things that were lost a hundred years ago, recovered, and transported, but no matter how hidden we are, they have also discovered them, and now, the Immaculate Lady is in their hands, if they carry that item and are handed over to the Inquisition, the Inquisitor, the Gray Knight, etc., then Father, you will be punished by the master!"

The old man's whole body instantly wilted. "Damn, damn it, damn mortal, my task is to maintain the influence of my master, filth and anger Those two adults also want this feng shui treasure, the failure of the plan is a small matter, and the loss of the sculpture is a big thing......" He lowered his head, his old skin crumpled.

"You kid, you kid, you have a good calculating head, and your father uses it!" He scolded a little angrily.

Bandertar's tears dried early, he replied. "So what, the demon doesn't pay attention to family affection, we are all pawns of the master, my soul was born to take advantage of others, and you, even if you die, you will only return to the Supreme Heaven to serve the master, and I, if I die, if I am detained by the corpse emperor, I will enjoy eternal pain and be burned by the merciless flame! Until it completely dissipates in the highest heaven! ”

His tone was angry and helpless, but his fate was nothing more than that, when this great demon descended to earth and bound himself to the mortal womb as a special demon host, it worked for the Lord of All Changes.

Its master has endowed it with the ability to maintain the physical body of mortals, but even so, its body can only be served by powerful psionic beings, such people may not be able to find one in a billion!

And it chose the easiest way, using the flesh and blood of its own children, who were as powerful as the Demon Prince's body, to endure their powerful souls.

At this point, it will never cultivate those containers unless its children are also an important part of the mission, and this twist has continued for thousands of years, and now, Bandertar has succeeded!

What affection, what kindness, those emotional demons never possessed, and neither did Bandertar, who did not have those mortal emotions, for them, the act just now was their clumsy imitation of human beings.

In other words, the unknown archdemon hated his children to death, and at the same time loved him to death, because he made the mission of the Lord of All Changes successful, because he made their master pay attention to them, but he also hated death, because it needed the flesh and blood of his own children to maintain its form, and the High Heaven......

It's a place where demons don't want to stay! The material world is complex and interesting, the races are diverse, great creations can be seen everywhere, ancient miracles and creations, an ancient secret or the power inherited by people, it can enjoy a lot in the human world for thousands of years!

It didn't want to abandon those things, and if it stayed here, one day, it could replace the three-headed bird that the Lord of Change loved the most.

It's just that as a pawn, it has no choice, and even if it can't maintain its body, it must maintain the purple hand, the core of the Sisterhood of Evolutionaries, the great doppelganger split from its master, for the influence of the Lord of Change here.

Even if the Sisterhood were gone, as long as the sculpture remained, the Purple Hand would one day be resurrected, but it could feel that its powerful psionic power warned it that if it went there, the body would not be able to sustain it......

Tangled, it felt a painful entanglement, on the one hand, its master's millennium plan, on the other hand, it was its own enjoyment and entertainment, all to blame those mortals, those stupid corpse emperor believers for messing up their fate and those destined things again and again!

"Quack! Quack quack! It roared wildly, the flowers and trees began to wither away, the pain in the tone of the language was enough for the undetermined ordinary to break down and go mad, and its damned child, Bandertar, laughed at the madness of his high-minded father.

He has lived in the haze of his father all his life, as a mortal but has the fate of a demon, as a demon has a mortal body, his soul is bound by the emperor, his body belongs to the Lord of Change, everything about him is not his, it seems that his fate is excellent, it seems that he has everything in control, but he is a marionette.

Now that the Imperial Guard had given him the opportunity to be his master, his own master, and even the master of his father, he could no longer cease his cheerfulness, and even listening to the piercing whistling whistles could enjoy it as if he were watching the best stage play.

It's just that the big demon is the big demon after all, its mood quickly stabilized, and the old man's appearance was fixed again, and it said with a gloomy face.

"Hold on until the Red Pirates come, Huron has a pact with our master, and they will come, because the most important thing that the master has given them is time, so that they can rise, so that they can attack extremely quickly, and occupy the thorn in their eye."

"So, no matter what, this place can't fall until those space marines arrive, and I, so far, this time, probably can't continue in this mortal world, but if, if I see the soul of you, a rebel, floating in the Supreme Heaven, even at the risk of being burned to ashes by the Corpse Emperor, I will catch you and swallow it in my stomach!"

"Remember, your life belongs to me, you are my possession, child!" His mouth cracked open at an abnormal amplitude, and then the whole person dissipated into blue smoke, leaving only a mess, and the soil was pitch black, like the ground that had been irradiated by nuclear radiation.

Bandertar just stood where he was, looking at the servants outside the garden who were witnessing everything, and then spoke. "My rune warriors, clean it up."

Next, the mortal servants were spine broken by the thick arms, the arms inlaid with blue runes, and the warriors who came out of the shadows bowed to their masters and left with the corpses.

At this point, the big drama opened, and in the void, in the supreme heaven, countless eyes of the Lord of All Changes looked at the farce here, revealing an interested expression.

(End of chapter)