"This is the entrance. I'm sorry we can't continue to move forward. You need to walk it alone."

In the center of the dome of the Wangting, void warships of various shapes were guided by the Wangting guards into the Qinjian passage. They looked at the heroes who were summoned by the emperor because they had destroyed the "extreme creatures", and watched them slowly step into the "inner circle" covered by the halo of nebula light.

"Meet the Emperor..." They sighed and sighed, watching each other's shadow gradually disappear in the nebula: "When will I have such a day?"

No one heard the guards' self-talk.

Enter the inner circle, pass through the arches made of the corona, enter the hall made of nebula, and then walk up countless iridescent steps, which are the acceleration channels composed of substantial magic and ether, but this channel is only a clearly visible part, which is hundreds of kilometers long - everything in the inner circle of the royal court is so grand that it is like a dream.

He didn't need to exert force at all, and the surging etheric flow pushed Elma and Krelle forward quickly. Thirty minutes later, they ended this short journey and arrived at the top of a huge, luminous pure white platform.

This platform is a nearly cone with a narrow top and wide bottom, with a flat top. It is about thousands of kilometers high. If it is placed on a planet, it will definitely be an extremely amazing structure that breaks through the sky. However, since it is placed in the dome of the royal court and is located around the clone of the Amos, this obviously extremely majestic platform gives people the impression that it is not much better than a needle, and it is almost negligible.

At the top of the platform is a dense rune formation with a radius of about seven kilometers. It began to start after Elma entered and created a regular semicircular energy cover - and whether it is the platform or the previous series of steps, it is actually not a waste of time. They are necessary measures taken to prevent other Amos from being harmed when approaching the emperor.

If we don't do this, I'm afraid that the existence under the legend will not be able to get close to the emperor at all, let alone communicate with him.

"Just wait here?"

Watching Elma come to the center of the rune formation, fixing himself, preparing to take over the next impact, the human captain was nervous, and he expressed doubts about this, because all this was different from what Krelle imagined.

He originally thought that he and Elma would wait in the same hall for a divine thought of the clone of Emperor Amos to come to communicate, just like local officials meeting the emperor of the empire. But now, he realized that the Amos people are not humans, they are real lives in other worlds, alien races across countless galaxies. Their culture, customs and even living habits are completely different from humans. He can communicate smoothly with Elma because Elma is an alien among the alien races.

For races that once used mountains as their territory and distinguished their strengths by who occupied the mountains higher and larger, when meeting a stronger existence, they must build the highest and most conspicuous platform to give way to the "strongest" at a higher place to barely see themselves, rather than trouble the other party to bow their heads.

——The strong will not look down at the weak, they will only communicate with visible beings.

This is the culture of the Amos.

Elma did not reply to Krell's question.

Because 'he' has arrived.

As the platform was covered with hazy nebula began to tremble, a huge circular golden cyclone began to appear above it. The cyclone had a diameter of more than 15,000 kilometers, and there was an obvious fault every thousands of kilometers, which made it look like a huge, moving eyes.

With this giant eye that was enough to swallow the planet into shape, an unpredictable sense of pressure filled the entire space. You can see that the semicircular shield on the platform began to crackle, and a light silver arc flashed violently above it, as if it was resisting some extremely powerful attack, which even caused the platform to sway slightly. However, due to the shield protection, Elma and Krell did not feel the pressure, but they were all looking at all with dry mouth and dared not let out.

You can see that the giant eye turns in the direction and gradually aims at the platform - in front of it, the void platform thousands of kilometers high is just a small vertical needle, but at least it can barely be called something like "almost".

"Elma - General use individual number 19090763."

The giant eye aimed at the platform, aiming at the center of the platform, the translucent void warship - and in an instant, the suffocating sense of mental oppression swept through Elma's spiritual world like a tsunami flood.

If she had not been blessed with the spell of spiritual protection, Elma felt that her soul would have been severely damaged in an instant, but even with the blessed protection, she could only barely hear the information contained in the spiritual torrent.

"That's a good resume. You are an Amos with outstanding talents. If it weren't for the slackness in recent years, you could have become a general."

The message conveyed by the giant eye is plain and straightforward, without any emotional color, just like a human being repeating information about an ant's height data. However, in the second half of the conversation, the message contains a trace of intriguing emotion: "You killed an 'extreme individual' in the cluster area, protecting many thinking individuals to retreat safely, and do a good job. However, due to the fusion and evolution, this extreme individual quickly reached the point of "the title of general" in the general sense. He was enough to easily prey on planets and even barely survive the supernova explosion."

"It's very abnormal. Elma, with your strength, even a severely injured extreme individual cannot defeat it. Even if the opponent's thinking center is broken, you will burst out with explosive power that is far beyond the usual ones, and you shouldn't be able to win so easily. You definitely don't rely on your own strength to defeat the opponent."

The giant eyes whirled and stared at the center of the platform: "You have the smell of Mrs. Mycrolo, and there is actually a young body of Mrs. Mycrolo. I feel that he has reached here with his hand?"

Krell swallowed nervously and even subconsciously touched his belt. However, because he was too nervous, he couldn't even secrete his saliva, so he could only retching... The power brought by this giant eye was too terrifying. Although the pressure of the Grand Marshal and the Seven Gods was also terrifying, even worse, when facing ordinary people, they would suppress this pressure as much as possible.

Facing Emperor Amos, who had obviously discovered Joshua's methods, his legs were not weak - he could not escape because he was weak. But even if he gave him more than a dozen legs, could he still escape? Thinking of Elma's previous analysis and explanation, and the fact that he and Elma did not have the opportunity to avoid this interview from beginning to end, Clayle could only forcibly suppress the uneasiness in his heart and stayed in Elma's body without saying a word.

But the distraction of the Emperor's clone, the golden storm giant eye, did not talk much about this. He just said lightly: "Elma, tell Mrs. Mycroo that the coward is playing tricks behind his back. He can lead the fleet to attack my world. I am extremely welcome and look forward to fighting with him again."

Whether it is Elma or Krell, you can hear a slight sense of "expectation" from this huge torrent of spiritual tide, and you can even feel a little "excited" to get rid of boredom. In short, the other party's emotions are completely different from the expected "anger" and "indifferent", which is extremely puzzling.

For Krell, he was just relieved - although he didn't know why, it seemed that Emperor Amos was not as cruel and bloodthirsty as he expected, and actually skipped this matter.

But after a trance, Elma understood why Emperor Amos had this attitude.

——Will you be angry about it because a person tempted an ant in your ant nest with candy?

Of course not. No matter how you think about it, he made a profit, right? Even if you have a backup plan, it’s just an ant. At worst, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if the information about the ant’s nest is known to the other party. Even if you get angry, you will be angry with that person, not angry with the ant.

Especially this tempted ant, because of the increased energy of eating sugar, he also helped to eradicate the pests in a nest - what is there to be angry about? I wish I could have a few more, and I really want to thank these diverse friends for their selfless help.

Simple cannot be simpler.

But it feels unwilling and angry.

——For the betrayer, if even the betrayer itself cannot make the betrayer feel a little hurt, then what value is her rebellion worth? Even though she had long guessed the thinking pattern of Emperor Amos, Elma still felt extremely humiliated.

Betrayal? Are the weak worthy?

The confusion, humiliation, anger and unwillingness flashed through Elma's heart at this moment exceeded the sum of the past few decades, and the source of all this came from her powerlessness. She really would rather kill Emperor Amos than be ignored like this.

Perhaps only when it reaches the point where the Grand Marshal of the Mycrov civilization and Krelle mentioned can the Emperor pay attention to it, and even personally send his clones to test and fight, expressing anger and other emotions.

The golden giant eyes naturally didn't care about Elma's emotions, or he noticed it, but it didn't matter, and even felt it interesting. In short, after confirming that Elma did have the power related to Joshua, Emperor Amos's distraction said casually: "No matter whether you rely on your own power or not, in short, it is very interesting that you eliminated an extreme creature and deserves reward. Tell me, what do you want."

He generously gave a share of his wish: "As long as he does not conflict with other people's wishes, I will satisfy you."

Elma opened her mouth, and the Void Battleship was trembling slightly.

"Why……"

It was finally time--I was able to communicate with the emperor face to face and finally achieve my long-lasting wish.

Even though the other party was just a distraction of a clone, even if the other party had never looked at her directly, at this time, Elma still felt extremely nervous - so she could only whisper in a bitter and unmoving voice: "Why don't you take action to wipe out these extreme viruses?"

The golden storm's giant eyes turned, as if they had heard something interesting.

At this moment, Elma raised her head and forced all her observation organs to look up high and look at the golden giant eyes. Her tone began to return to normal: "Emperor, the extreme virus has ravaged hundreds of worlds, even several times or more than ten times more than this number. As far as I know, hundreds of billions of Amos have died in this period of time - in less than three days."

"I... I felt from the powerful people in another world that his power can drive out the extreme virus and prevent it from spreading. In the frontier star field, I have witnessed this power. It really eliminates all the extreme viruses around it and dissipates the plague... Great King, you, you must be able to do it, right? As long as you are willing, even the strong people in another world cannot match, you can definitely easily eliminate all the extreme viruses in our country!"

Elma's tone was excited. If she had a hand, she would have pinched her palm tightly and held it tightly with the force of pinching and bleeding. In her body, Krell could feel that Elma had surpassed life and death at this time, even she simply refused to deny the existence of Joshua.

But this excitement is meaningless.

"Is this your wish? Sweep the extreme virus."

The message conveyed by the giant golden eyes was very calm: "I'm a little greedy, Elma, but your appetite is quite interesting."

"Yes, I'll allow it."

The easy agreement made Elma not react for a moment. The tentacles of the void warship echoed in the air in a daze, as if they were not hearing clearly.

But soon, the golden giant eyes with a little regret came.

"I originally wanted to see how many people in the royal court have this qualification that can be maximized. After all, they are the owner of that voice. What it says is quite interesting... Is the last hope? If it is not in a critical period, I really want to go and see it."

At this time, Elma was still in confusion.

——The Emperor, did you agree?

Just like this, easy, without any resistance, easy, and almost hesitant to agree?

He can do it! He can do it completely! It is different from what I thought before, the Emperor may not be able to do it. This is a mere effort for him!

He really can do it just by wanting to do it. The reason why he lets the extreme virus ignore it and lets the extreme creatures destroy it... is because he doesn't want to do it!

This is the last straw that broke down Elma's unwillingness.

"No, the Emperor...why?"

She asked in a dreamy tone, incredibly the giant golden eyes that seemed to want to hide: "You can clearly do it... why didn't you expel the extreme virus earlier, but let hundreds of billions of Amos die worthlessly?"

I recall that in many places infected by the plague, the eroded bones I saw were fighting men, researchers, and naturally civilians. They either brought their children to nurture the next generation, or were working hard to contribute to the great cause of the royal court.

They all have families, life, career, friendship, independent personality, small or great ambitions and ambitions, and hopes and expectations for the future.

But they all fell to yesterday and today, and could no longer see tomorrow.

"They are all your people, and they respect and worship your Amos!"

The golden giant eyes paused, and it turned around, staring at the excited Elma interestingly, like a butterfly flapping its wings.

"It says that this is the final war, and there is a huge disaster about to come, cutting off the road to the source."

The giant eye seemed to be talking to himself, and he did not change any emotionally because of Elma's questioning: "I think in the face of a disaster that even the voice is a 'huge', you will definitely be destroyed. In this case, getting infected with the extreme virus is nothing more than dying earlier, not to mention that there will be several interesting extreme individuals inside."

"What's more, the extreme virus does not work for commander-level creatures. It just happens to sweep away a little weak people and don't have to do it yourself, I think it's very convenient."

It can be regarded as condescendingly answering Elma's question, just like humans pausing for a while because of the butterfly flying on the roadside, staring at the other party in curiosity. Emperor Amos smiled and said, "To be honest, the extreme individual you killed is really the most powerful. If it weren't for being severely damaged by a supernova, it would soon go to the star to absorb the stellar matter and evolve and become a star eater. There are not many extreme individuals of this level in the entire royal court. I originally wanted to see if there would be an existence above the star eater as the plague spreads."

This curious smile and deep indifference made Elma unable to breathe for a while.

She finally understood that the nature of Emperor Amos was probably worse than she had imagined before.

"Is the existence of the Amos just a tool to satisfy your interest and curiosity..." Elma groaned, feeling the organs in her body were spasming, rejecting this reality: "Is that thousands of people, billions of people, just a number..."

"Otherwise."

The golden giant eyes were puzzled, but after thinking about it, he continued, "Of course, it's not that bad. You are living creatures after all, and I like you very much, especially interesting individuals like you. Although there are few people in the Amos, one or two will appear from time to time."

"But to be honest, except for interesting individuals like you, other Amos people are indeed worthless."

I don’t know whether it is to be tolerant or cruel, my golden giant eyes smiled and said, “It’s just an Amos. Any clone I can create hundreds of billions in an instant, and it’s no problem to create hundreds of billions. The mass of a planet is not used. It’s very easy. Speaking of which, your ancestors are the Amos I created. Because it’s perfect, it hasn’t been updated for a long time.”

Noting that Elma seemed to want to say something, her golden giant eyes read the other person's thoughts easily: "The Amos before?"

"Oh, because it's too ugly, it's destroyed."

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