Everyone was stopped by the forbidden army at the closest distance allowed, and looked at the skeleton on the golden throne together, and could vaguely see some shriveled rotten flesh in the ribs on the other's chest, close to the decayed meridians barely connecting the limbs.

If he dragged it out on the street, it is estimated that no one would say the words "this corpse is ready for life", and they would only be surprised why he was able to hold on to it until now.

"Are you sure, Killiman?" Fogen tried to confirm.

His former father, the glittering human lord, was now in a decaying corpse, and the contrast was so strange.

And the spiritual power contained in that corpse was even more powerful than that of the emperor during his lifetime, there is no doubt about it.

Fugen tried to see the emperor's essence and what was left of this father, but a huge amount of information was instantly poured into his consciousness, causing his brain to buzz.

"Traitor!"

The first sound burned Fugen deeply, like facing a blazing sun, a star that could burst at any moment.

"Three."

"Tools."

"Coward."

"The Perfect Man"

"Failure."

"A new hope."

Illogical language, contradictory words, every sound was like a hammer to his brain.

Malice, kindness, kindness, and blame all refer to Vogram.

The mingling of different voices from men, women, and children echoed like a storm through the vast throne chamber, with no source or place to be found.

"Father." Fogen endured it all, "I can help you, father. ”

He felt more sorry for the emperor's situation than the impact on his own spirit.

"Return."

"Redemption."

"Liquidation."

"Forgiveness."

"Never forgive."

"It's the shore that turns back."

"There is no redemption for death."

Chaotic voices continued to be heard, and the dazzling light scorched Fugen's eyes.

Countless difficult choices that affect the fate of the entire galaxy are placed in front of Fogen, but no matter what the choice, it leads to a dark and cold terrible future, and the illusory dream quickly condenses and dissolves in his vision, and every scene is watered with blood.

Fugen's soul was deeply shocked, and he was covered in a cold sweat.

He finally realized that the Emperor had become a very bad thing, even worse than the four gods—if the situation was allowed to continue like this.

The Vigil's warning was right, they had to do something to stop what was about to happen.

"I'm absolutely sure."

Killiman put his hand on Fogen's shoulder, and the purple phoenix suddenly came back to its senses.

He looked around, and everything was so calm, as if the lights and shadows he had just witnessed, and the sounds he had heard, were all just conjectures in his mind, and had never existed at all.

Trajan asked the Praetorian guards on duty for details, and learned that not long ago, around the moment Aisha was released, a stream of vibrant green energy gushed out of the network and poured into the emperor's body.

That's what caused the change in the emperor's body.

"So our efforts are working."

Fogen shook his head, leaving the confusing information behind him.

In fact, the situation of the emperor himself is actually symbolic of the situation of the empire as a whole.

If his rotting corpse can be brought back to life, the empire will surely be revived again.

"Of course, it's definitely not the same to have someone take care of you." Wei Mu's expression looked a little proud, "And Aisha has been imprisoned by Nurgle for so long, and now she has just been freed from the darkness, and it will take some time to recover her strength, and the situation will definitely get better and better in the future." ”

Especially when the word "future" is mentioned, the smile on his face is full of immorality that can be seen with the naked eye.

A human lord, a spirit mother.

A bachelor who is seriously ill and a little widow who is imprisoned.

One is ruthless and only knows the interests of the race, and the other is overflowing with kindness and cannot see the suffering of the world.

The two sides can be reconciled with each other, and it feels pretty good.

What's more, at this moment, it is the time when the order camp is in danger, and the mutual help between them can better reflect each other's true feelings, which is much better than Erda's woman who backstabs and does things at a critical moment, and then runs away and doesn't care about anything.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing this, Fugen asked deliberately.

Every time he chats with Wei Mu, his mood can be relaxed a lot.

"I didn't think anything of it." Wei Mu waved his hand.

"With that expression, I was about to write the words [Great Rebellion] directly on my face." Fugen rubbed his face with his fingers.

"So what? Thought crimes can't be counted as real crimes, and I can make up for them as much as I like. Wei Mu said confidently.

"It's not for sure, the empire still has a lot of technology that can read minds." Fogen reminded.

"Don't scare people here, I have made such a great contribution to the emperor, I believe that his old man will definitely not treat me badly in the future." Pastor Wei held his head high.

Saving the Lord of Mankind from fire and water, this monstrous feat should not be too much to mix with an iron hat king or something, right? If the Empire had such a title.

"How far do you think he will recover?"

Stopping the noisy two, Killiman looked at the emperor whose situation had improved, and his tone was a little expectant.

"This all depends on Aisha's follow-up care, anyway, with the current situation of the empire, it is impossible for the two of you to stay by his side all the time to fulfill filial piety, and this group of corn essences cannot be counted on." Wei Mu waved his hand.

As soon as these words came out, the forbidden soldiers present cast unkind glances at him.

They hate it when people call them "corn essence".

And they are all well-known heroes, and any one of them can crush the ordinary Star Marine War Leader, but it turns out that they are so useless in the eyes of this mortal.

Well, while it's true that they've not been able to do the Emperor much in the past 10,000 years, that's not a reason for them to be despised for.

"What are you looking at?" Wei Mu and the forbidden army confronted each other and scolded sharply, "I tell you, although Aisha is a goddess with a good heart and a virtuous lady, but if you can't keep it, there will be villains around you, and the rules of the harem not to interfere in politics still have to be observed. ”

Even if what is in front of us is the relationship between God and God, there are too many cases in history that people have to guard against it.

Hearing Wei Mu's words, the forbidden soldiers frowned.

How much does this kid look down on people?

With us, how could there be such a thing as listening to politics, when the Wanfu Group is a vegetarian?

No, what harem, what curtain to listen to, they are just using that alien goddess, and they were almost surrounded by this kid.

The blood pressure of the forbidden soldiers who reacted soared, and the ultimate creatures who were already otherworldly actually mobilized their emotions because of this.

Perhaps this is the reason why he appeared here, seeing Wei Mu and his subordinates fighting, the commander Trajan silently thought, after all, whether it is the original body or the forbidden army, they are a little too far away from human nature.

At this moment, the Emperor's Pen, which had been wearing on Wei Mu's waist, was suddenly sensed and directly suspended in front of everyone.

The white quill glows holy, and the tip of the pen makes a dazzling trail in the air, as if it were held in the hand of an invisible person.

"What are you doing here?" Killeman asked, confused.

As the holder of the Emperor's Pen, Wei Mu naturally had to give an explanation for this inexplicable move.

However, he just shook his head and hurriedly said, "I don't know, I didn't do it." ”

Wei Mu's answer made the eyes of everyone present widen.

They all knew that there was no need for him to tell such a lie, let alone in front of the emperor.

And since the scene in front of him is not Wei Mu's handwriting, there is only one possibility.

Everyone once again turned their attention to the corpse on the Golden Throne.

"Father?"

The two primordials tried to speak.

The quill then danced, writing golden characters in the air with mysterious psionic powers.

The handwriting presented to everyone is as neat as that printed by machinery, and the gorgeous curves are very artistic, and the meaning expressed is extremely clear.

"My sons." The quill wrote.

"My guard."

"My scribe."

"Can you please stop staring at me with that stupid look that looks like you've been shocked by a magic trick?"

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