Russell's face was kind, his tone was gentle, and he was as gentle as the most intimate whisper between lovers, but the words that came out of his mouth were enough to make anyone shudder.

"Agree with me, or die."

His voice fell, and there was a long silence in the chamber of the Senate.

Looking at the playful and calmly seated star, Henriette's breathing became a little heavy. Russell's appearance is not very masculine, his facial features are more handsome than heroic, his gentle appearance is far from the masculine and rugged mainstream aesthetic of the Human Empire, and his flawless skin is silky and white than Henriette who is a young woman...... But who dictates that a man's masculinity must be manifested by his appearance?

Russell's eyes were lazy, his gaze slowly swept over the two supervisors and the two deputy managers present, and when his gaze lingered on him for a moment, Henriette stroked his chest with one hand, and a heart thumped in his chest, and a certain fanatical emotion burned all over his body, making the dry and cold air around him become restless.

Gath Raison stood up from his seat and bowed slightly in the direction of the main seat: "As early as 10,000 years ago, in the Long Night Era, the aliens who fell into the well and fell into the ground with their own hands deeply rooted in the bone marrow of every human being. After 10,000 years, your arrival has brought us a new life in a remote corner, but deep down, the hatred of human beings for aliens has never faded in the slightest. If your goal is to reconquer this galaxy, then ......"

"—I deserve to die."

Then the remaining three people also stood up together and agreed: "I will die." ”

Thanks to the extreme xenophobia and militarism that prevails among the human community in this universe, they easily accepted Russell's idea of building a blood court. It is better to say that the previous practice of the star bulleter who did not ask about political affairs and fished with his head and always dealt with the route issue ambiguously was what troubled the people below.

But then again, if the leader had already thought of conquering the Universe and reigning in the Void...... Why bring it up now? Isn't it better to start preparing for war as soon as possible?

This was a common doubt in the hearts of several people, but no one asked out loud.

"......"

There was a sudden voice with doubts beside him, Russell turned around, only to see Gray Wind standing beside him with one hand holding his chest, and the other hand stretched out his index finger and tapped his lower lip, and said thoughtfully:

"Marshal, if you want to purify the alien race and follow human supremacy, I have no opinion, but there is a problem here? You think of human beings as supreme – how do you define this supreme 'human being'? ”

The bio-lieutenant opened his mouth, a few drops of cold sweat running down his sideburns, Grey Wind asked exactly what he wanted to say, but he didn't have the courage to put such a sensitive issue on the table.

Not to mention in front of the Bulletiner, even in the Human Empire, this is an extremely delicate realm.

"Is she crazy, poke such a thing in the face......" Henriette's heart beat faster and faster, this time not because of nymphomaniac, but because of horror.

However, Grey Wind seemed completely unaware of the sensitive realm he was touching, and continued nonchalantly:

"In the long years known as the Long Night Havoc, due to the gene editing of scientific madmen, the effects of subspace pollution, the distortions caused by harmful radiation, the evolution of humanity itself...... Under the influence of various factors, the human beings in this universe have undergone many abnormalities in physiology, psychology and other aspects, and many strange 'subhumans' have been born.

For example, Oglien, who is simple-minded and has well-developed limbs, is a deformed monster born after thousands of years of inbreeding in a toxic radiation environment.

And with the exception of those subhumans whose bodies are obviously abnormal, even those who still maintain a relatively standard human appearance, the 'humans', who are the main people of the human empire, are genetically far from the first group of humans who came out of Terra. ”

This is a philosophical question, human civilization has struggled to survive in the suffering of 10,000 years until now, the genetic similarity between the Jin people and the former earthlings has been declining, and when the differences between them are finally so big that they have broken through a certain threshold, are they still considered human beings today?

Or should it be seen as similar to human, something else?

If the Bullet Star agrees with the latter, then ......

Henriette swallowed a mouthful of saliva to lubricate her dry throat, and trembled and turned her gaze to the man in the lead, she knew that the survival of all 'humans', including herself, Falla, Espernes, and even the entire Far Eastern Star Domain, was in his mind at this moment.

If the Bulleters didn't think they were human, then their previous generous statement went from their bloody declaration of conquest of the universe to the first corner of the Havoc, the blood-stained starry sky of 'aliens'.

The tension filled the air, and the originally spacious council hall seemed to have become narrowed at this time, and everyone was silent, carefully watching Russell who was sitting in the main seat.

Then, in front of everyone's eyes, the corners of the mouth of the bomber, who had always been mysterious, raised slightly, and he sighed in distress, helplessly showing a wry smile of 'I really can't help you'.

Russell stretched out his hand and pinched Gray Wind's face: "Don't dismantle my platform in front of outsiders in the future, it's very unqualified." The image of the dictator for life of the Human Federation should be tougher and more condescending. ”

"Oh......" Gray Wind bowed his head and admitted his mistake, and stopped talking.

Henriette clasped his cheeks with both hands, covering his look of disbelief: "What ...... I saw?" ”

Under Colonia's faint gaze, Russell let go of his hand and whispered, "I know what you're thinking: we need a standard for identifying what is human and what is not. This criterion can be the similarity of genetic sequencing arrangements, or it can be distinguished by the shape of the skull, as in the case of human empires...... But I will say that these standards do not make sense to me at all. ”

He raised his hand slightly, and Colonia walked to the round table with understanding, projecting a short video and electronic document into the center of the round table.

The title of the document is: Organic Encyclopedia

Looking at the narration of the complete canon of the organic organic, the eyes of the biological deputy director lit up, as if he had seen the most delicious food in the world.

"It's a relic, and it's as you see it." Russell said lightly: "The Organic Encyclopedia was compiled by an extinct group of ancient prosthetic human races, who collected a large amount of genetic coding information of organic organisms and stored it in this 'Encyclopedia'. Including humans, primitive humans before they flew out of Terra. ”

Suddenly, the already shining eyes of the biological deputy tube became even more fanatical.

This alone is enough for the state church to enshrine it as a sacred relic.

Russell's gaze paused for a moment on Colonia and the biological sub-director, and then said: "If we can obtain the original code in the organic canon, relying on the mature gene editing technology, we have enough ability to purify the genes of all the human beings under our jurisdiction, eliminate the acquired aberrations and aliens, and find the original self of human beings." ”

"Given the huge population base in the galaxy, the resources required to purify the genes of the population are bound to be astronomical, and I will do whatever it takes."

After speaking, Russell smiled slightly.

He was well aware that while he was saying these words, the 6th Expeditionary Fleet was carrying the Organic Encyclopedia through the gates of the Badab system and rushing back to Falla.

Grey Wind blinked, looking at him with confusion in his eyes. But she didn't speak, thinking in her heart that she must not tear down the stage again this time.

(End of chapter)