[Thank you for the colorful pink tickets~~~~~ there will be a change at 11 o'clock in the evening.] 】

The beautiful melody wafted out from every announcer, as if in the melody of tens of thousands of musical instruments undulating and resonating, an ethereal song that seemed to come from outside the sky became the mainstream.

At this moment, the souls of all those who heard the music floated out of their bodies, flew with the music, wandered in the clear sky, followed the white clouds leisurely, fell into the quiet and peaceful forest, and followed the gurgling water up the stream, and the eyes were open and sparse. The white deer drank water by the lake, the angel with white wings sat on the mossy roots of the tree in the middle of the lake, looked up at the beam of light that shot down from the gap between the branches and leaves, the bare feet soaked in the water, swaying gently, the ripples rippled with the sound of the water, the fish jumped out of the water, the birds frolicked and frolicked, and dropped feathers......

The hymn is flying, washing away the impetuous hustle and bustle belonging to the Star City, people's souls are cleansed, and the entire Star City suddenly becomes a divine court, shrouded in a holy atmosphere.

"What's going on?!Himeya!"

"Processing, please ...... later"

In the palace, His Majesty the Emperor burst into the palace in the next second when the chant sounded, and his always calm and calm face burst out, full of astonishment, and stood in the void above the imperial capital Star City.

Not a place, not a range, the entire interstellar city, every corner, every terminal that the city's radio lines reach, every optical brain connected to the star network, including His Majesty the Emperor's own private optical brain, and even every robot in the network, as long as there is an instrument that can pronounce sound. It's the same song playing.

The singing voice did not affect the normal operation of the optical brain or the instrument, and His Majesty the Emperor's optical brain was beating non-stop, and countless red messages popped up.

It's not just the imperial capital. The same problem occurred in the other major interstellar cities in Himia.

His Majesty the Emperor flashed into the intelligence center - the Himean brain, in the room, the workers were busy testing in front of the instrument, and the bigwigs were standing outside the observation window, shouting and scolding in their mouths, sweating like rain on their foreheads, and people were hurrying over. Seeing His Majesty the Emperor, he hurriedly saluted.

His Majesty the Emperor regained his usual composure and nodded at everyone. When he turned around, a momentum appeared under everyone, making people stand up involuntarily.

"Himia!"

"Processing, please ...... later"

Even if His Majesty the Emperor asked. The chants still go on. Just a mechanical electronic tone answered.

The chant did not last long, less than three minutes, and was abruptly interrupted before the singing reached its climax.

As the chants disappeared, some people breathed a sigh of relief, but more people sighed, and they wanted to continue listening to such songs. It is the enjoyment of the soul.

In particular, the patients with damaged mental cores cheered one by one. Crying with joy, their mental core damage was actually healed in just over two minutes, even if the original injury was extremely serious and the patient who was declared incurable, he also improved.

"Oh my God, who's singing this?"

"I bet even the song of the intergalactic goddess Roslia isn't so perfect. ”

"Who's the singer?"

"Interstellar Goddess, she will definitely be the new Interstellar Goddess!"

Whether it is reality or the star network, it is full of doubts about the chant, everyone's brains are filled with the chant, and there are only a few people who can calm down and consider the strange sound of the song, and in this very small number of calm people, there are still some who see business opportunities from the chant.

In fact, healing singers are not uncommon, as long as they are willing to pay, there is always a chance to hear the scene of healing songs, although the healing singers who can reach the saints are rare, not nothing, but almost all of them are privately collected by the royal family or big nobles, and almost become private singers of big businessmen, ordinary people can only listen to the paid star network recordings.

The healing chant is only best when listening to the scene, and the effect is not even one-tenth of the second playback through the recording, and then through the star network, the effect is even more minimal.

But the chant just now was played through the Internet, and the effect was unexpectedly good, whether it was the recording equipment surpassing the third-level civilization, or the effect of the chant itself was ten times higher than that played, both of which represented that there was a Purple Mountain behind the chant, and the operation was good, and it was not even worse than the benefits produced by the holy painter.

In the Himia Functional Center, His Majesty the Emperor finally received an answer from Himia.

"The temple of Atlanti announced that Bishop Antony would arrive in Hemia in a hundred days, and that the hymn was to bless all the Himians. I'm sorry, but in the face of the invasion of advanced civilizations, I can't resist and can't trace the source. ”

The mastermind's answer made all the bigwigs present, including His Majesty the Emperor, discuss fiercely, and the originally condensed atmosphere turned into a vegetable market after three seconds of solidification.

"Isn't the Temple of Atlanti a myth, how can it really exist?"

"Who says myths don't really exist? Two hundred years ago, the Temple of Atlanti was a fourth-level civilization, and my father once saw the appearance of the temple with his own eyes, a temple that was even larger than Star City...... Oh my God! The Temple of Atlanti is coming to Himia! I might have the opportunity to meet the bishop of the temple in my lifetime. ”

His Majesty the Emperor was also very excited, his white jade-like cheeks were stained with red glow, he had read the royal secret books, and knew far more than others, the Atlanti Temple did not belong to any civilization, it existed independently, and behind it was the legendary Noah Divine Court, the largest organization in the Interstellar Alliance, the Star Knight Selection, said to be for interstellar peace, in fact, it was just to select the best strong man and become the guardian of the Divine Court.

And whoever joins the interstellar civilization system, the star network that will be connected belongs to Noah's Divine Court, which shows the strength of Noah's Divine Court.

The Temple of Atlantis is only a branch of Noah's Court in the Y0 Star Field Group, but even the fourth and fifth level civilizations must be treated respectfully, and Himea needs to be a fourth-level civilization that is smiling and flattering, and in front of the Atlante Temple, the emperor has to bow his head and salute.

"The temple of Atlanti pressed Heemia, it's ...... It's just ...... It's unbelievable. ”

His Majesty the Emperor returned to the palace, waved off all the attendants, and paced the room in circles alone.

Undoubtedly. This is Himia's chance, to suppress the interstellar tribunal above Himia's head, for the temple of Atlante. Just like the police station under the jurisdiction of the Empire's remote life planet, the so-called justice is just lip service.

"One hundred days, one hundred days...... A national mobilization to welcome Bishop Anthony. ”

You must know that to increase the civilization level, the Temple of Atlanti has the right to recommend, and Bishop Anthony. It also has an absolute right to speak.

His Majesty the Emperor was about to come down when he suddenly frowned and stopped.

"Before welcoming the Temple of Atlanti. The internal affairs of Hemia must be dealt with, and there must be no uncontrollable forces. ”

Not to mention how fierce the sensation caused by the chant in the outside world was, how turbulent the hearts of the top layers of Himia were because of a sentence, time rewind to the second when the sage sounded. In the hotel next to the Imperial Capital Arena. Both the Heavenly Emperor and Sang Sang relaxed at the sound of laughter ringing in their ears.

"Kim!"

"I've succeeded!" Xiao Jin cheered in a milky voice, and then complained: "You guys are too much, sneak out, leave me alone, I'm so lonely!"

"Who taught you not to wake up. ”

Sang Sang's hand was wiped in the air, and he was about to open the spatial passage, when the Heavenly Emperor was faster than her, holding her hand. The other hand casually pulled into the air, separated by a distant space. Brought Xiao Jin over.

"Stupid, don't lift your feet, nasty, blood and qi flow backwards, your head will swell!" Xiao Jin grabbed his right ankle and struggled in the air.

"After sleeping for so long, you can still put Sangsang's song everywhere together, are you still reasonable?" the Emperor shook his hand.

"Stupid stupid! Of course you have to celebrate when you're happy, do you know if you celebrate with the whole world! Except for Sangsang's songs, there is nothing else to use to describe my mood! It's my mood! I'm 100 percent emotional now! I've been promoted to level 28 all at once......" Xiao Jin trembled all over, couldn't break free, and turned his head with tears in his eyes, looking at Sangsang.

"Let him go. Sang Sang hugged Xiao Jin in his arms, of course, with his head up, and gave him a haircut on his clothes: "Turn off the chant." ”

"Well, Sangsang is the biggest. Xiao Jin flattened his mouth, his voice fell to the ground, and the chant that resounded in every corner of Himia disappeared, he put his arms around Sangsang's neck, rubbed Sangsang's cheeks, stuck out his tongue at the Emperor of Heaven, and before the emperor's face changed color, he did it seriously, and said seriously: "Now, Himia is my subordinate, an absolutely loyal subordinate." He snapped his fingers and looked up and shouted, "Himya, come out." ”

A projection of a person appeared in the air, tall and strong, with facial features and figure very similar to the statue of the stellar god in the Hemian Imperial Capital Square, wearing Hemian classical fashion, with a rigid and ascetic face, and saluted Xiao Jin respectfully: "Your Majesty." ”

"This is Sangsang, this is the Emperor of Heaven, set them as the highest authority, and in the future, you will have to obey their orders except me. Xiao Jin pointed at Sangsang, and then pointed at the Emperor of Heaven, still with a milky voice, and commanded seriously.

"Yes, the scan is over, and it's still included in the first core sequence. "Himeah saluted without resistance.

"It's okay, you can go. "Xiao Jin drove people.

"Wait. Sangsang said busily.

"Come back!" Xiao Jin pulled out a grilled fish that was almost as tall as others from the Heavenly Emperor's space container and held it and gnawed on it: "Sangsang, if you have something, ask directly, make sure he knows everything and says everything." ”

"Who wants me to die?" Sang Sang flicked out an isolation barrier so that Xiao Jin would not eat oil.

"Your Majesty the Emperor. Himia replied without hesitation.

It turned out to be him, and it turned out to be him.

Sang Sang turned his head and glanced at the Heavenly Emperor.

"Then the emperor is sick or what, Sangsang is much more stable and low-key than me, how can you kill her and not kill me?" The Emperor of Heaven sat aside, took out a handful of nuts and gnawed them, and peeled a few Sesansang from time to time in his mouth.

You're really self-aware. However, Sangsang is low-key, but the holy painter is not low-key at all.

"A month ago, in the commercial case against the Galaxy Food Chain, the principle was that the Galaxy Food Chain would lose the case because Red Leaf Gallery played a slogan in support of the Galaxy Food Chain, and the judge in charge of trying the case was subjected to more than 1,500 pressurized communications, demanding that the Galaxy Food Chain be sentenced to win. His Majesty the Emperor investigated the source of the pressure communication, and all the people behind the communication had seen the works of the Holy Painter, and after testing, the Holy Painter's works carried not only good feelings, but forced faith...... His Majesty the Emperor believed that Himia did not need a god based on imperial power. ”

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