When Machado rushed in, the emperor was still busy.

The depths of the network are filled with fog, and the unique architecture of the Elves and the traces of time make this place look eerie and ominous, and if you don't see it with your own eyes, I'm afraid that not many people will believe that the Lord of Humanity is standing here alone doing his work

Of course, he's not really alone, with the mechanics behind. But they could not keep up with him on time, so they could only stay far behind, doing their best to perfect his work in the places he had repaired, and they did it very reluctantly.

However, the results of this work do not look very good, or even perfect. Everything was just improvized, metal blended with the dilapidated Spirit Clan's buildings, and the surface was rough and uneven, and it hadn't even been polished.

One glance is all it takes to understand that these are just projects to grab time. Crude and rough, like a building block that collapses when pushed.

In other words, it is a vast project led by the Lord of Mankind and a race against time.

"There was a problem with the deduction of the chess game." The Palm Sealer leaned on his scepter and spoke solemnly. "The 17,930,000 deductions have presented a completely new result, and I must come to you."

"Wait a minute." The Emperor said, his voice echoing through the meadows, becoming like an echo from an eternal time.

The language used in the conversation between him and Macado was not actually High Gothic, but another ancient language. At a time when there were still many warlords on Terra, the language was called 'secret', and only a few people knew how to pronounce and use it correctly.

In fact, it has syllables that simply cannot be pronounced through normal human vocal cords.

Machado did as he was told, but he was not idle. He closed his eyes, psionic light burning beneath his closed eyelids.

A few minutes later, the emperor finally finished his work. He stepped away from the wall, which had been temporarily repaired, and looked at it a few times. After making sure that he could be put into use for the time being, he woke up Macardo, who was communicating with Kalir.

It took a while for the Palm Sealer to interrupt this communication, and what was once easy was now difficult. There is no way, Karil Lohals's power is growing day by day

For the stars, they don't need to do anything, they just exist, and they can influence the world.

"What is the result of the 17,930,000th deduction?" The Emperor asked succinctly.

"The world has collapsed." Macado said slowly. "The vengeful karmic fire burned everything, starting with Terra, spreading all the way to the borders of the galaxy, and then beyond the galaxy that never stops, never ends."

"So, what about its last deduction?"

The palm printer was silent for a few seconds, and then smiled bitterly. It's hard to associate with him, but that's how it appeared on Machado's face, and it's true.

"As always, it always ends in Terra." He said. "The game can't go on anymore every time it gets there, and it's been changing all the time lately. The piece that should have fallen to a certain position did not fall into place, and the piece that should not have been played did"

With a sigh, a touch of the scepter, Machado summed up.

"This repetitive chess game is becoming more and more chaotic and disorderly."

"Just like the world itself." The emperor said he didn't seem surprised. "The world is like that, the game reflects the real world, and it's normal for it to change like this."

"Could it be Him?" Macado asked cautiously, reluctant to even say more by name, only willing to use a name to refer to him.

There was a dusty wind in the corridor, blowing through the old statues of the Spirit Clan. Once part of a race that ruled the galaxy, it has now declined to the point of little appearance, and the Netway is one of the monuments to the crumbling empire.

"Possibly." The Emperor agreed to Makado's speculation, his eyes sparkling. "But at best, he is a facilitator, and it is the world itself that is changing because of what we do, Machado."

"I have said in the past that no one, no one, no one, even Him, can perfectly predict the future. I think he must have seen some side of the story, and he's fueling it. ”

The palm printmaker was silent for a while, and a sudden surge of anger swelled up in his eyes. He spoke in a deep voice, "You mean, He doesn't care if we win?" ”

The Emperor smiled.

"Don't be angry, He will always win." He put his hands behind his back and began to walk deeper into the net. "Because the concept of winning or losing belongs to Him, and He can lose or win, it's up to Him to decide."

Macado frowned and followed him, still looking furious. They began to walk, and the emperor kept talking.

"He doesn't care if I can fix the network before the disaster strikes, or if my sons survive at all, after all, He's always winning."

"Karil Lohals is about to be shattered, and the thousand roads in front of him are gone, and there is only one path left to go, which, though accompanied by me, is not a good one. He's going to break his foot, so will I, we're going to fall and we're going to be covered in blood."

"And you, Machado, if we have to go to war then, who else will be able to guide this empire?"

The Emperor finally stopped, his expression sad. He looked at his friend, his gaze out of focus, like a blue but lifeless sky.

"You're going to be very tired, if things do turn out like that." He said as if he was summing up with his own experience, and as if he really had a glimpse of the future.

"You're so tired that you want to end your life, or just get away from it all. And you can't confide in anyone, no one can understand you, not even Roger Dorne. ”

"He's already helping me if he's alive." Macado said with a tense face. "It's better than Alfaris who doesn't know what he's doing."

The Emperor smiled and shook his head, not commenting on the words.

The Palm Sealer has been very fond of complaining in recent years, and it may sound like a lot of resentment, but it's actually just a joke of his own kind - and here's the funny part, only the Emperor and Carlil can understand that he's joking, and everyone else just takes it seriously.

They walked together for a while, until they reached a tipping point, where it was dark and surrounded by unsettling whispers. If the Emperor leaves, or withdraws his power, the place will probably be completely plunged into darkness.

Machado stared around solemnly, his eyes already lit up with psionic light.

"I need to be able to sustain it here." The emperor raised his hand, and a golden light lit up from the palm of his hand, and he waved his hand, pushing the light not far away. Immediately the darkness was dispelled, and the murmuring dissipated.

"The current level of technology of the human race is not yet able to reproduce this material, and even the declining spirit race itself will not be able to build any new network. They can be repaired and maintained, but they cannot be built. In a way, is this a phantom of their race coming to an end? ”

"Haven't they been doomed since they were born?" Makado asked rhetorically. "Are you knowingly asking, or.?"

"I guess I'm just sentimental." The emperor said noncommittally.

And the person who holds the seal knows that he is lying, and he is knowingly asking. But why?

Machado looked suspiciously at the only person he had sworn allege to and the latter stared back calmly, and the two began to communicate again in the old way—the same social etiquette they used when they first met. At that time, the Palm Seal was still the name of an organization, not a title unique to a person.

In the tunnel, the Lord of Humanity and his loyal servant each wield a sharp knife and begin to dig into each other's hearts. Even if it is bloody, it will never give up.

"You're scared." Machado was unceremoniously the first to speak. "You're worried about the future of humanity in the dark."

"And you're scared of what the future holds after we're all gone." The Emperor replied in an indifferent tone. "At the same time, you're worried that Karil Lohals will be what one of those worst futures can be, dragging Terra, humanity, and the galaxy into an endless spiral of revenge."

"Aren't you worried?" Macado sneered, his eyes glowing blue, making him look as if he had suddenly become younger.

The old and decrepit body took on its proper appearance under the excessive psionic power, and a silver-haired young man angrily questioned the emperor in his shadow, his face full of anger.

"I'm not worried." The emperor said. "Carlil Lohals knew what he was before you and I did, so he secured the anchor very early. There's a premise for achieving the worst of futures, but Konrad Coetze. Won't die. ”

"Actually, Machado."

"What?" The Palm Printer asked rudely.

"I'm more worried about you." The Emperor said.

His expression was serious, his tone was cold, but his eyes were full of worry. The Palm Seal looked at him angrily, the blue light in his eyes went out, and finally took the initiative to throw down the sharp knife in his hand.

"You're cheating." He said gloomily but calmly. "You can't turn the conversation on me every time and turn a blind eye to your own situation."

"The strong deserve more." The Emperor smiled, turned, and walked back the way they had come, Machado still following as he waited for the Emperor's next words.

He also had a hunch that this would be the last thing he would hear in this conversation with his lord today.

His hunch was correct.

"And I am the Lord of Mankind." The emperor said calmly. "No one is qualified to sacrifice but me."

Updated.

(End of chapter)