The Emperor of Mankind took off the laurel wreath from his forehead with a little weariness, and he always seemed to be so, always tired, and always had something to do.

In such a position, it is a strange thing not to be tired.

Carlil smiled: "How?" How it feels to face them without pretense once in a while? ”

"It only makes me more tired." Neos said.

He sat down, leaned back in the armchair, and began to remove his wrist guards.

They have an elaborate unfolding mechanism at the base of his wrist, and the artisans who designed them have skillfully concealed a stretch of metal beneath the intact surface.

Neos pulled the pieces of metal apart, then easily removed the bracers and placed them on a small table beside them. The room was empty, with only two chairs, a small table, and nothing else.

Carlil could see their surfaces glinting.

He shook his head.

"I don't like them either, it's too tight, it's too luxurious." Neos said. "But I have to wear it."

"Status?"

"No, it's because I swore to the person who offered them that I would wear them on every occasion where armor was not required."

"Oath." Carlil sighed. "It does need to be taken seriously, but why are you taking it off now?"

"Because I'm not an emperor now."

Carlil chuckled, "This is a room on the Glory of Macurag, and you're standing here and saying you're not the Emperor?" ”

"At least for two hours, I don't have to." Neos said. "Of course, I can also be if you want to talk about something more serious."

"I thought you were the one to decide what we were going to talk about." Carlil spread out his hands. "And judging by the results of our last conversation, you should be emperor now."

The Emperor looked at him quietly, and without saying a word, reached over his hand, and took the bracers up again. He does not break his promises.

"They're ready to move." The Lord of Humanity spoke solemnly and slowly, his voice threatening, like a blade about to unsheath. "It's definitely not a good thing for a human being."

Carlil nodded noncommittally, "Their very existence is a threat to humanity. ”

"But I'm actually more worried about other things." The Emperor looked up at the ceiling and was silent for a moment. He frowned, his black pupils changing shape worriedly.

"What?"

"Future." The emperor said. "The future has been obscured, and it no longer reveals to me the possible paths and details. Something was in it, and I was afraid I would let it down. ”

"Fail whom?"

"You're such a persevering person."

The corners of Carlil's mouth curled, pretending that he didn't hear the emperor's little sarcasm, and he just shook his head quietly: "Fail those who died for you? ”

"More than that."

The Emperor lowered his head, no longer looking at the ceiling, but began to stare into the void.

"I fear that I will fail every drop of blood, every sacrifice that has been shed for me. I let parents separate from their children, let lovers be separated, and once like-minded brothers and partners turn against each other. I have made countless people my accomplices, and if I fail"

Carlil didn't say 'you won't fail', it was too self-defeating—if there were ten million in the future, the emperor would have failed nine million and nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand times.

His chances of success were pitifully small, so small that no sane person would devote himself to this terrible cause.

But herein lies the problem.

What would have happened if he hadn't fought this war?

"And you still won't stop." Carlil spoke softly. "Humans don't have a second choice, do they?"

"Yes, but not to."

The Emperor smiled, a smile of arrogance.

"To be a slave for eternity under the enslavement of aliens, to live in the extreme, or to become the food and playthings of those ghosts, I will not allow humans to become like this."

Carlil sighed.

"In the end, it turned out to be the same." He chuckled. "You didn't come here to complain to me, did you?"

"Can't you?"

"Of course not, my time is precious, and in fact, I would prefer you to leave now. There aren't many people in the Eighth Legion, because your arrival has put a lot of work on hold. ”

The Emperor couldn't help but smile, and for a brief moment, he returned to the state of Neos. However, it was only for a moment. The next moment, he continued to return to his expressionless appearance.

"Network Channel Project." He spoke slowly. "My ultimate goal, everything I do is set for it. From the fabricated identity of the Emperor, to the establishment of the Empire, and even to my sons and even the Great Expedition itself. In fact, it's just a foreshadowing of this plan. ”

"I talked to that Machado about it."

"Then you already know how important it is." The emperor looked at it, his eyes dark, and his expression serious.

"Machado has his own ideas, so he still doesn't trust you, so I'm surprised that he would tell you about it."

"He doesn't trust me, but he trusts Carlil Lohals." So said the pale giant. "In other words, I showed him what I am."

The Emperor frowned.

"He offended you?"

"Nope." Carlil smiled. "I just don't intend to hide anything from him, the covenant is made, and I don't think it does any good to hide my own situation from him."

"Judging by his personality, he will most likely take your actions as a provocation." The Emperor frowned. "Let's get back to the point - how much do you know about the Internet?"

"Machado knows everything about me." Carlil replied frankly. "He didn't lie to me, it was difficult for him, but he did it."

"Well, you should know how important it is." The emperor said solemnly. "It is the hope of humanity that will allow all of humanity to evolve at a faster pace."

"If humanity can reach a certain point in this way, then the threat within the subspace will never be too much of a threat to humanity as a whole. Not to mention the enormous benefits of exempting from subspace navigation. It unites humanity forever. ”

Carlil didn't answer the Emperor's words immediately, he was thinking, and he heard a palpable longing and expectation from the Emperor's words—the Lord of Humanity had a special desire for this plan, and if it were possible, he would probably want it to be accomplished at once.

It sounds good - no, actually, if it does go the way the emperor expects, it must be the best plan.

But here's the problem.

"What is the success rate?" Carlil asked briefly.

"I can't answer that question right away." The emperor said. His expression was apprehensive about what was going to happen next, he always looked far away, and he was always distracted in the middle of a conversation.

Carlil waited patiently. After some time, the Lord of Humanity finally spoke again.

"The network is not anyone's creation, it belongs to a great race that has long since vanished, and it is an independent realm that they have carefully crafted between the subspace and the material world. Even for me, it's an unknown puzzle that requires my undivided concentration to solve it. ”

"And that means you're going to return to Terra at some point?"

"Yes."

"So you're going to have someone lead the Great Expedition in your place?"

"Yes."

Carlil couldn't help but sigh, "You don't need to say it, you should know what this means, right?" ”

"The change of commanders, the most favored will be decided, the political storm, the worms in the dark." The Emperor replied indifferently. "What else could it mean? But it's a necessity, and the network plan needs me. ”

"And your sons are being coveted by them."

"It always has been." The emperor said calmly. "They were targeted by them from the moment they were born, otherwise they would not have been separated from me. But they never expected you to exist. ”

"Me?"

"You're the game-breaker." The Emperor turned his head and stared intently at Karil Lohals.

He stared at him, dark eyes and completely dark eyes staring at each other. They wrestle again, and the two men with sharp knives begin to dig into each other's hearts again until everything is bloody.

"What do you want me to do?" Carlil asked softly.

"Do whatever you want." The Emperor replied solemnly.

He flipped his wrist, and an extremely delicate piece appeared in the palm of his right hand. It was pitch black, made to resemble a wandering ghost, arms tucked into cuffs, a face pale of bone, and skull eyes glittering.

"What is this?"

"A piece in a game of chess that can be deduced from the future, to represent you." The emperor said. "But this game can't be started yet. Actually, I wish Macado and I would never turn it on. ”

"Back-up plan?"

"It's a backup plan when you have to."

The Emperor said as he placed the chess pieces on the small table. It began to change rapidly, its robe swelling as if it had come to life, and its eyes lit up with a cold blue light.

Carlil looked at it thoughtfully, didn't speak, just reached out and picked it up. He did not react to the Emperor's suggestion of a 'pawn', neither angry nor suspicious, as if he had accepted it.

After a moment, he put it down and nodded towards the Emperor.

"I wish you had better have more back-up plans." Carlil Lohals said calmly. "Because they will always be one more than you."

"I know." The Emperor replied heavily.

Today's 10,000 update is complete, and in this volume, the Eighth Legion will receive their names.

Ask for a ticket.

By the way, by the way, I recommend the new keyboard that just arrived today, it's really easy to use, Black Canyon Y9 Ice Cream Switch, it feels better than my Ningzhi.

(End of chapter)