The people who can stay in this luxurious room are all top elites.

Controls an industry or a few star systems.

Before joining the empire, the wealth of one person was enough to surpass all the kingdoms of the primitive era of mankind.

After joining the Empire, their wealth multiplied again with the help of the Empire's development.

And now, they are gathered here, working towards the same goal.

The amount of energy that can be leveraged and the wealth used are unimaginable to ordinary people.

There aren't many things in this world that can make them feel embarrassed.

The man's words echoed through the room, causing the superiors to express a hint of irritation.

The other side is questioning their ability to deliver on their promises.

This is simply an unforgivable act, a blasphemy and contempt for these noble people.

But the man had no fear, he glanced at these people without reverence.

He comes from the ancient League of Assassins, an organization that once made the Human Alliance feared and feared.

Killing all the people here would be an easy task for the Assassin League.

It's a pity that that's not in the interests of the Alliance.

The man felt that he could sit here and talk to these people about things, which had given them enough face.

He has the right to despise everyone here.

Worldly wealth was of little value to the Assassins in their quest for eternity.

If it weren't for the sake of occupying a better ecological niche in the Galactic Empire, they would definitely not cooperate with these guys.

The powerful man who handed the photo to the man looked dissatisfied, "We will fulfill our promise, you will get the assets of the three galaxies, which will be enough as the capital for the rise of your Alliance, and we will also sign a blood oath with the Alliance." As long as the tyrant dies, you will get even more, and even become the most powerful transcendent force in the future of the Galactic Empire. ”

"Remember your promise, or there will be new candidates on the Alliance's assassination list. We will slaughter every heir of your family and ensure that your family will disappear into the long river of history. ”

"You doubt that we will be able to do it, and that the League will not prove anything to you in words, but in the lives of those who break the oath," the man said. ”

With these words, the man bowed gracefully and exited the room.

In the room, only a group of the empire's new magnates remained.

They sat in their places in silence and didn't have too many mood swings.

But their hearts were full of anger.

Everyone here is a noble person, a pillar of the empire, and a guiding light for human civilization.

Now he is threatened by a small assassin.

How to keep them from getting angry.

If it weren't for the damn Holy Emperor who did everything he could to limit their power, they would have found a way to mobilize the legionnaires and psionics to kill this bastard in their entirety.

Let those rats know how terrible it is to offend a powerful person.

A moment later, a bodyguard dressed in black hurried in.

"Lost, the other party walked into a dark area, and then disappeared."

"Got it, let's go." The fat man waved his hand and let the bodyguard retreat.

"This alliance still has some ability, but I don't know if it can really succeed."

"No matter what, we have to fight, the noose that the tyrant put on our necks has become tighter and tighter, and if we don't resist, we really don't have the ability to resist."

Everyone in this room, their assets and power are already at the top of human society.

At this stage, what they are pursuing is no longer the multiplication of assets, but the control of power.

But the existence of the God Emperor made all their efforts in vain.

The Galactic Empire is increasingly reinforcing the unspoken social rules of survival of the fittest.

Encourage the new generation to challenge the older generation as a way to make the empire more vibrant.

No one dares to say that they will be able to secure their current status and wealth.

As the empire grows, more and more talents are popping up like crazy, and all kinds of geniuses are springing up like mushrooms after a rain.

For the sake of power, for the sake of status, they flock into various fields like crazy and challenge the older generation, trying to replace them.

And the empire supports such an act.

And the older generation also needs to constantly show merit in order to stabilize their position, otherwise they will be dragged down.

Empires have always been inhabited by the capable.

At the same time, the empire is also constantly harvesting the wealth of the upper classes, flowing it into the people, raising the living standards of the residents, and improving the basic security in education, medical care and other fields.

This also allows more people to have enough confidence to fight.

Because even if you lose, you won't starve.

Coupled with the breakdown and reorganization of the original family relationship, many people do not have to worry about the burden brought by the family, and at the same time, the younger generation stands on the same starting line.

No one dares to say that they will be able to stabilize the power and wealth in their hands, and no one knows when they will be replaced!!

Even the members of the Imperial Council faced fierce competition.

The entire empire is involuting, for power, for status, everyone desperately wants to be on the throne.

If you don't pay attention to it, you will be swept straight down.

Even the families in the room are most likely to be swept away one day.

The inheritance system has been abolished, and the family inheritance has been slashed.

Social competition is so cruel.

The slightest slackness in the descendants of the family will be eliminated in the cruel competition and eliminated from the circle of the superiors.

Not to mention the decline of the third generation, as long as it is a little worse, the family will not be able to last for two generations.

It's not comparable to before.

This is also the reason why they are eager to get rid of the God Emperor, once the involution forms the consensus of the entire empire, there will be no possibility of restoring the succession system.

They are the descendants of noble blood, how can they fall to the earth.

"I hope it works."

"If the Assassin League were as powerful as they boasted, it wouldn't have failed."

"What if it fails?"

Someone asked a cold question.

It is not impossible for everyone in the room to look at each other.

After all, Qin Zheng has janissaries by his side, as well as HBT's elite agents, if he wants to assassinate him, the difficulty is not ordinary, and the possibility of failure is also very high.

"Prepare in advance. If we succeed, we will build an immortal family, and if we fail, we will be completely destroyed. A figure stood up, left the words, and then turned away.

There was silence in the room, and after a few moments, the men rose and left.

They silently walked into the hidden passageway, and then left in a disguised spaceship.

Another space city in the Regulus Galaxy.

In a hidden corner, the man emerges from the darkness and quickly transforms into another form.

He glanced at the graffiti on the walls and smiled.

Ordinary people don't understand the meaning of those graffiti at all, and they don't care.

Only the members of the League will understand.

He followed the prompts into a tavern, and after saying the code, he was ushered into a room deep in the bar by the bartender.

The room was very shabbyly decorated, with an argon lantern hanging on the empty wall.

In addition to that, there is a log table and a few stools.

A thin old man sat behind a table, his fingers tapping on the tabletop.

"Lord Faceless." The man saluted the old man.

The old man turned his head, revealing a face with no facial features.

This is the culmination of the way of the Assassins, who can transform into anyone, take the identity of anyone, and carry out assassination missions.

"How's it going?" The old man had no mouth, and his voice was made by air resonance.

"The employer has submitted the target, confirming that it is the assassination of the Emperor."

"A group of people who are blinded by power want to kill the emperor and ascend to the throne. But they didn't know that without that guy's protection, they were just a flock of lambs to the slaughter in the eyes of the transcendental. ”

The old man's words revealed some truth.

In order to ascend to the gods, transcendent beings do not care about mundane power and wealth.

The so-called powerful are worthless in their eyes.

If the empire is in turmoil and there is no law, then these magnates are just lambs to the slaughter.

"All fools in the world will bring about their own destruction."

"Arrange this, that guy is really in the way. The political situation of the empire is too chaotic, and the involution is too strong, far less controllable than the families of the Human Alliance in the past. ”

There was a rare hint of helplessness in the old man's tone.

The current degree of involution of the empire made him frightened when he saw it.

Merit, loyalty, and wrists are indispensable, and those who can roll up are all dragons and phoenixes among people.

Whenever there is a stain on any aspect, it will inevitably be pulled down.

Most of the young officials or powerful people are very cautious and do not dare to collude with the organizations they are hiding in the shadows.

Coupled with the popularity of the state religion, most of the gray area has been squeezed, and it is impossible to intimidate the slightest means of going to hell after death.

On the contrary, the main focus of the state religion is the propaganda that a traitor goes to hell and cannot get the salvation of the god emperor.

Take the road of the cult and let the cult have no way out.

The existence of psionic academies, demon hunting academies, and the Imperial Security Service has robbed most of the work of the transcendent organizations, leaving them useless.

But as long as the brain is normal, no one wants to be linked to gray tissue.

It will affect the future, and there will be no benefit.

The Assassin League will grow in the Galactic Empire, which has suffered repeated setbacks.

In the past, I could tempt some people with the way of inheritance, but now, ghosts don't bother.

The Psionic Academy is a place where you can find a job.

No one recognizes what they teach.

Now that I have rolled so hard, I can't get a job after learning it, and I can't go to the peak of life, it's not in vain.

As for such a thing as being able to become a god!!

The empire's anti-fraud propaganda is very well placed, and throughout the ages, a few can become gods.

If any living being could become a god by cultivating, the subspace would have been full of people long ago.

Now, it is possible to coax some people with abnormal brains, or some people who have a grudge against the empire to join.

If the God Emperor does not die, the Assassin League will not have a good time, and it will develop with twists and turns.

"Understand, this time, it will definitely make the world feel the fear that the Assassin Alliance will bring again, and make them fear the night and us again."

The old man nodded, and he stood up, the terrifying aura of contempt for all beings emanating from his body.

"Let's do it, even if it's called the God Emperor!! We said we wanted him to die, and he had to die. ”

Three days went by in a flash.

The huge airport was put under martial law early on.

A road dedicated to the various areas from the apron was cleared.

Zheng Fu, the director of the airport, stood on a high place and looked around the entire layout, and nodded with satisfaction.

After thinking for a while, he asked the assistant next to him, "When Your Majesty comes, you all know what to do, what to do in the first step, what to do in the second step, but don't get out of the basket." Doing well is our chance, and being able to show our face in front of His Majesty can be regarded as a name. ”

Throughout the ages, it has been important to be capable, but it is even more important to show your face.

Zheng Fu can climb to the position of airport supervisor, and his EQ, IQ, wrist, and ability are all top-notch.

But he still lacks the capital to continue to climb up.

First, although the work of the airport is busy, it is not a meritorious achievement.

Second, if you climb up, it is all at the level of real power, and you have strong ability, and it is still useless if you can't be trusted.

Some of the current high-ranking members of the empire are the people who used to be based in the Xinku district or when the empire was just founded.

What is the reason!!

It was they who showed their faces in advance in front of His Majesty, and there was no one available at that time, so they came to the throne.

There are so many locations, a turnip and a pit.

If you want to win against others, get a higher-level pit.

You have to put more effort into it, be better than others, work harder than others, and be more loyal than others.

For this opportunity to show his face, there must be no mistakes.

The airport has been running in an orderly manner over the years, and there has been no mistake, if there is a mistake when the God Emperor comes to inspect, everything that has been done before will be in vain.

"Don't worry, Director. You've commanded so many times. The assistant said.

Zheng Fu was relieved at this time, he looked at the time, guessing when His Majesty would arrive.

Suddenly, a piece of information entered his database.

This is a standard Imperial Inquiry Code that is used when flying in and out of the atmosphere.

This is no different, the only difference is that the creature mark of the verifier belongs to Saladin, the Praetorian Guard.

"Here, get ready." Zheng Fu shouted to the assistant next to him, his tone full of excitement.

Even if it wasn't to climb higher, it was to let the God Emperor see his efforts over the years.

He worked diligently to offer his loyalty to Him and to serve as the screw of His great cause.

Even if he only gets a compliment, or a nod and approval, he will feel more satisfied than ever.

He straightened his clothes, showed as many medals and exploits as he had received, and walked out like a general about to receive a commendation.

Clang!!

A loud bell rang.

It is the first sign.

This was followed by a giant war horn installed in the airport, which was sounded at the same time, and together they made a loud sound.

The deafening sound of the horn echoed through the magnificent airport buildings.

These horns are made from the hollowed out fangs of the behemoths that once ravaged the wilderness.

When the God Emperor unified the planet, he went on an expedition into the wilderness.

Slash those terrible beasts by the sword.

And removing their fangs, ordered the Imperial craftsmen to make these horns.

There are such horns in many parts of the Regulus Galaxy.

They are the memories of an era, recording the exploits of the God Emperor to unify the planet.

This is the second sign.

The band's playing and loud chanting sounded at the same time, echoing through every communication channel through loudspeakers.

This is the third sign.

The people who came to watch the ceremony were all waiting with bated breath.

At this time, the Emperor's exclusive landline arrived at the airport apron.

It was guarded by ten Janissary Guards, blocking possible attacks.

When the Emperor's exclusive landline appeared in people's field of vision.

Countless cheers rang out.

Countless people were screaming and screaming, and the sound was deafening.

They are all crazy about the appearance of the God Emperor.

This scene surprised several civilization envoys who had just joined the Galactic Empire.

It also made the members of those ancient transcendent organizations look jealous.

Qin Zheng is too popular.

Once the galaxy is unified, it will definitely pose a huge threat to them.

"This guy can't stay."

The members of the monastic who were hidden in the crowd communicated with their companions in secret language.

"Indeed, I have never seen an emperor who can make people so fanatical, and now, before the Galactic Empire is truly unified, it is already so crazy. If it is true unification, I am afraid that his influence will be extensive. ”

"In that case, our plan to lurk will no longer work. The power is in his hands, and even if we corrupt as many powerful people as we do, it will not help, and the other party can wipe them all out with just one order. ”

After mankind entered the interstellar age, even during the period of human alliance, it was never truly unified.

The regions are more of an alliance.

But the Galactic Empire is different, it is a true dictatorship.

All power was concentrated in the hands of Qin Zheng.

If the other party unifies the galaxy, its merits will far exceed those of its predecessors.

The influence is so great that it is by no means something that extraordinary forces such as the Hermit Sect are willing to see.

They prefer a civilization where internal forces can contain each other.

In this way, there is also room for them to be active.

Donate money to the event and bet on more powerful people.

But according to the current dictatorship of the Empire, they have little ability to intervene in the rule of the Empire.

No matter how rich or powerful they are, they can't afford to provide them with asylum.

What's even worse is that judging from the power displayed by the Holy Emperor today.

The power this guy has is very likely to allow him to live for a thousand years, or even ten thousand years.

This is definitely a terrible nightmare for all forces.

People from all over the world had tears in their eyes, their eyes fixed on the slowly opening hatch.

The first to come out were the Praetorian Guards.

Each of them was tall and majestic, clad in flawless golden armor and armed with a halberd.

Walk to the hatch and line up in two rows, acting as a guard of honor.

The God-Emperor walked out after them and waved to the cheering crowd.

Just this action made countless people burst into tears and cry.

For many who have traveled from other galaxies, this may be the only time in their lives that they will be able to see the Holy Face.

Qin Zheng walked down the gangway and walked forward along the red carpet.

Some tried their best to reach out to Him, eager to touch Him, only to be held back by the soldiers in charge of martial law.

Zheng Fu smiled and greeted him with his servants.

Saladin glanced at him coldly, barely letting his smile stiffen on his face.

That look was terrifying.

It's like the terrible look that Scrooge would show when he saw someone trying to get his hands on his treasure.

Qin Zheng looked at Zheng Fu, swept over him and his servant, and smiled.

"Let them come."

When Zheng Fu heard this, he was almost moved and cried.

He walked up and was about to speak.

And then something happened.

One of the servants beside him suddenly rose into attack and launched an attack on the God Emperor.

I saw countless shadows creeping and pervading.

A figure rushed out like a ghost, holding a dagger full of curse and malice and stabbed at Qin Zheng.

"Tyrant, take your life."

As an Assassin, Torbeld roared with rage, unleashing all his might.

Unleash a darkness that no means can pierce.

The dagger in his hand was a weapon from an ancient time.

It can pierce the skin of the universe, cut through the bones of time, and allow the user to reach where they want to be.

If Xu Fu saw it, he would be amazed at the power of this dagger.

The one he had was nothing more than a skin that could cut through space, allowing him to reach any planet at will.

The power of the dagger in the Assassin's hand was clearly superior to his.

However, that didn't allow him to complete the task this time.

A powerful immortal was still defeated at the hands of Qin Zheng, who had not yet risen.

How could an assassin who was just holding an artifact win Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng's gaze swept over Tobeld, who was rushing towards him, and just one look made the assassin feel chills all over his body, breeding a sense of powerlessness.

Those eyes were so terrifying, full of terrible corpses and a sea of blood.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and Tobeld could clearly feel the flow of time around him suddenly slow down.

Everything around is still locked into a living stage group portrait.

All the sounds were instantly gone, and everything around them fell into absolute silence.

Everything has stopped moving, and the universe is trapped in this moment.

"I've always been worried that you won't dare to make a move."

Qin Zheng's eyes burned with golden light, and those eyes contained wisdom as ancient as the universe.

In Tobeld's horrified gaze, he saw a terrible scene.

In the endless Flame of Hell, He reigns high on the throne, holding a scepter of supreme power in one hand and a holy sword of killing and destruction in the other.

He is the source of destruction, He is the end of everything.

He is the eternal Lord of mankind, from the distant past to the distant future.

Man was born for His birth.

It is the medium and the opportunity for Him to come into this realm.

He is destruction in the truest sense of the word, death in the truest sense of the word.

The gods have finally come to His hand, and even the universe itself will be reduced to ashes in His hand.

Tobeld's heart was gripped by fear, and he regretted what he had done, knowing that he would be greeted with a fate countless times more terrible than death.

He will suffer forever in that flaming hell.

Those idiots don't know what kind of existence they're up against!!

They tried in vain to kill the human lord who was comparable to God.

Tobeld cursed along with his mentors, the old fellows of the League, and the employer behind the mission.

Qin Zheng stretched out a hand, his fingers caressing the blade of the ancient dagger, feeling the spell on it.

Tobeld heard a terrible scream.

It was crying and screaming, terrifying the fate that the man in front of it might bring to it.

It utters a plea of submission and obedience.

This is a treatment that Tobeld has never received.

From the moment Tobeld got the dagger from his master, the will sealed in it cursed him all the time.

The insults were filled with all kinds of resentment, malice, hatred and killing.

Tobeld had no doubt that as long as the other party got out of trouble, he would definitely bring the most desperate revenge to himself.

And in front of the man in front of him, the will is pleading, like a puppy pleading.

Those words of resentment seemed to disappear.

"Pretty good stuff."

Qin Zheng's tone was indifferent, and the flames sank into the blade of the knife along his fingers, forcibly distorting the will in it.

Tobeld could only watch, but was powerless to stop it.

It felt like a strong giant senior barged into his home and directly conquered that beautiful and sexy wife in front of him.

The dagger trembled, and the lines on its surface turned into flame lines.

The scorching heat came from the handle of the dagger, causing him severe pain.

But he couldn't do anything, because time was in the hands of the other party.

His body couldn't make any movements other than his brain could still think.

When all this is done, the invisible power makes the time of reality begin to turn again.

The change of all things in the world is back on an unstoppable path.

Everything that has been stopped is rushing to make up for the few seconds that have just been lost.

Almost instantly, everything happened.

Saladin rushed over with his halberd in hand, and his movements were extremely fast.

His face showed rage and extreme self-reproach, and the force in his hand was terrifying.

Everyone nearby also let out exclamations.

The devout believers were terrified and uneasy.

Some have an anticipatory look in their eyes, and there is an irrepressible excitement in their eyes.

Just a little, the last point.

Tobeld wanted to turn and flee, but he was controlled by an invisible force, stabbing at the God Emperor as he had just done.

He saw the look of astonishment on the other man's face, how natural, he couldn't see the slightest trace of the performance, as if everything he had just seen was an illusion.

But the burning sensation in his palm told him that it was not a hallucination.

He has twisted the will in this dagger.

The dagger did him no real harm.

It's all just a play.

A stage play dominated by the man in front of him.

The other party controls the rhythm from beginning to end, pulling the silk threads of all the characters in their hands, manipulating them to develop towards the result they want.

Tobeld felt a sense of powerlessness that he had never felt before on a mission.

For the first time, he felt like a pathetic puppet, a wretched creature fooled into the palm of his hand.

The dagger stabbed into the Emperor's chest without incident.

Those people cheered in their hearts and hid their excitement by crying.

It worked!! The thought came to their minds.

But Tobeld had nothing but fear in his heart, and he knew what had happened to his dagger.

It couldn't do any damage to the God Emperor at all.

He wanted to shout, he wanted to tell the other companions the truth.

Let them flee quickly and not fall into the trap of this terrible man.

But he didn't have a chance, Saladin's furious blow had struck, his body pierced like a piece of paper, the halberd tore through his internal organs, and blood spilled out.

The toxins hidden in his mouth were also automatically injected into his nerves.

Tobeld turned his head with difficulty to look at the frenzied crowd.

He had no joy in completing his task, only pity for his ignorant companions, who were all played.

The killing is coming.

And it could be against the Confederate, or even against the slaughter of all the transcendent organizations.

If it weren't for that, Tobeld couldn't think of anything worth his own game.

Tobeld died.

His head was dissolved by the toxin, and the mechanical prosthetic implanted in his body was automatically overloaded and destroyed, leaving no evidence behind.

Under the gaze of countless people, Qin Zheng looked down at the dagger on his chest, staggered back a few steps, and several forbidden soldiers stepped forward for the first time and supported him.

Many of the fanatics wept, and they rushed forward to see the Emperor's injuries.

An indescribable fear surged over the souls of all and gripped their hearts.

Zheng Fu was pinned to the ground by the guards, and his medals were scattered all over the ground.

He was stupefied by what was happening.

How could it be!!

Each of his servants is carefully selected, how can they have such abilities!! How could he assassinate His Majesty.

The other Praetorian guards held activated halberds and asked everyone to step back.

"Call the medical chaplain immediately." Leonidas shouted in the communication, his tone full of horror.

"Take Him away and return to the Metropolitan District, where there are the best healers."

Saladin looked around, he knew that there were definitely allies in the crowd, but now the most important thing was to save the lord.

He didn't believe that the medical treatment on the airport side had not been infiltrated, and even an imperial official of the level of the airport director could be corrupted, and who could guarantee the loyalty of those medical personnel?

If the enemy is assassinated, he will definitely be prepared for multiple times.

Perhaps, the medical staff who came over had an undercover agent lurking.

Return directly to the capital area, so that you have the best chance of saving the lord.

A gurney was pushed over.

Qin Zheng was placed on a gurney, and several guards of part-time medical priests lifted Qin Zheng's golden armor and treated and exchanged blood for him.

If you want to inflict heavy damage on the God Emperor, you can't do it with weapons alone.

There must be toxins and the cursed power of subspace on the dagger.

The dagger was taken down, set aside, and given to a special person for custody and study, to determine what kind of curse or toxin it was, so that the right medicine could be used.

Qin Zheng was pushed back to the exclusive landline by the gurney, and several life-sustaining instruments were also prepared, and they were quickly connected to his body.

The hatch closed slowly, and then it took off under the escort of fighter planes.

Piercing sirens rang through the airport, then Regulus, and finally every colony, every space station in the Regulus system.

The Xuanyuan Galaxy began to be under full martial law.

Mine No. 1457.

Tired prisoner miners finished their day's work and dragged their tired bodies back to their cells.

A piercing siren also sounded at this moment.

This surprised them.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that the old man from the labor camp, Royce, brought the news.

"That tyrant was assassinated and fell in full view."

Royce couldn't hide his excitement and excitement.

God pity the damned tyrant has finally been punished.

I thought I was so loyal to him at the beginning, but he treated himself as a plaything.

I just tried to climb up, but I ended up where I am now.

"Has he fallen?" Bikona eagerly asked, once the God Emperor died, the empire would inevitably be in chaos, and with the help of those who silently supported them behind them, maybe they could rise again and return to the center of power in the empire.

"I don't know, but all the guards panicked, and every one of them had an ugly face. I heard that there was a curse of subspace on that dagger, and even if it didn't die, it would not be seriously injured. ”

Royce's words were filled with mad excitement, "Retribution, retribution, hahaha." “

When the others heard the news, they all had excited looks on their faces and clenched their fists.

Their plan worked.

The rule of a tyrant is not indestructible.

"We need to find a way to contact the outside world immediately to get accurate information." Nangong Quan was unusually calm, "We must ensure the authenticity of the news, so that we can make the next arrangement." ”

The crowd nodded.

They tried their best to stay calm, but they couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts.

What about the God Emperor!!

If you stand in the way of the major families, you will die the same.

I really think that I can cover the sky with one hand and dictate the entire galaxy, I really don't know whether to live or die.

This chapter is eight thousand six, plus seven thousand four at noon, and today it is ten thousand sixteen.

Given that you are not voting actively enough, the God Emperor is dead, and this is a time of chaos, hurry up and vote for a massacre and wash your knives

(End of chapter)