This is an interesting phenomenon and has very important reference significance for the future administrative structure of Latovia. Although the Immortal City and the administrative structure of Latovia are known for their efficiency under the rule of the monarch, the monarch cannot waste all his time on managing mortals. How to keep the administrative system composed of mortals efficient is a very complex science. In the case of prohibiting advanced artificial intelligence, this problem seems to be solved by brain transformation and removing mortal physical emotions. I uploaded my own problems in the private communication channel and gave my own opinions.

"Because Latovinia is too small, and mortals are too stupid." Supiluliumas was surprisingly calm, as if the annoying mumbs had been his illusion. His voice was accompanied by a little bit of a damaged respirator click. If it weren't for the monarch's side, he would have wanted to reach out and pat the equipment inside the helmet.

"Although the mortal kingdom is vulnerable to the monarch, the mortal kingdom is still able to operate now, so the monarch has selected mortal kingdoms that can be cooperated with to help those countries fight the United States of America. This is both protection and deterrence. We need resources and workers. We have no time. We must unify the Balkans as soon as possible. Expressing friendship will help quickly resolve the problems of Latovigny and Yugoslavia. After all, we have taken those mortals from the European and American military-industrial complex without restraint, and saved them from the ignorance of religious superstition. When we come out, we must also let them eat and give them a sense of security." His words were accompanied by mockery and complaints as usual. "The vast majority of mortals are ignorant. They do not realize that the monarch is saving them. They cannot even understand what they are against. They can only allow those who want to plunder them to incite anger and fear, as if they have freedom."

Free, a word that spits out venom.

Humans fantasize about freedom, but do not know the definition of freedom. Whenever they talk about this word, Supiluliumus always sneered, claiming that mortals always ignore reality and blindly believe that everyone is born equal or similar concepts have been realized. Even if Marie Antoinette's anecdotes happen over and over again, they still ignore how the incompetent children cultivated by the ruling class family turn a blind eye to their hardships. The ruling class cuts basic education to put the people into ignorance, cuts off their connection with the truth, and has access to more profound knowledge. At the same time, they create many rich and enthusiastic pastimes to squeeze out their desire to explore knowledge, establish enemies to let the people vent, express their depression, create differences and vertically divide the human race, prevent them from uniting to discover the truth and overthrowing them.

From beginning to end, these ruling classes regarded themselves as shepherds, managing mortals like managing livestock. This term for the ruler of the theocracy and royal power spread from the Mesopotamian Basin to ancient Greece, from ancient Greece to ancient Rome and finally spread throughout Europe and the United States. From the bottom cultural logic, this also explains why atheism cannot develop in these countries, because no one has ever given ordinary people in these countries the spiritual pillar of religion, the sanctification of the ruling class transformed into the sanctification of the bourgeoisie, and money and religion became the beliefs of the new era.

Modern rich people can be equated with the nobles of the old era, and those wealth will be passed down forever, like the titles and fiefs of the nobles. This is why the monarch has so many enemies, because the monarch's thoughts break the worship of money and religion, and while setting the goals of many people on the future of the human race, they reunite the divided human race. This is a lofty goal that short-sighted people cannot see and touch, and it is also a situation that vested interests and ruling classes try their best to avoid, so they want the monarch to die, so they will die.

I uploaded my brief thoughts to the Guards' knowledge base through voice recording, and planned to write them into a paper in the future, trying to find the connection. However, even in the speech, the monarch still scored the document, and I didn't even know how he did it, but this feeling of recognition made my intercourse tighten, like a less steady teenager. This was my only desire, which was to serve forever.

"My Lord, do I need to deal with that person?" Supiluliumas asked in the communication channel.

Although the assault transport boat has a flight speed far exceeding the fifth-generation aircraft, it cannot be compared with the steel suit in terms of maneuverability in the narrow range of New York City's airspace. After all, the essence of this type of aircraft with a length of nearly 30 meters is a small transport shuttle with powerful firepower rather than a aircraft specially used for air combat. Its main function is to break through the opponent's blockade and send deadly passengers to the strike location, and have different modifications according to different missions. This time it is not a bombing mission, so it does not carry too many missiles.

To ensure air safety, Tony Stark stuffed a large number of micro missiles into Colonel Rhode's equipment as anti-missile systems. Whenever a valuable air defense missile flew towards Colonel Rhode, a cheap micro missile intercepted it. The continuous light of fires rendered the sky over New York City into a pot of orange-red and gray-black soup. The distant explosion sounded like a muffled thunder coming from the clouds. The huge war machine that was carrying out the destruction mission decisively used the sub-weapon group to open fire when Colonel Rhode tried to approach. The blood-red laser painted the sky with the night as the background.

Even so, while keeping the restrictions of not harming civilians, not using weapons at will, and not being too far away from the monarch, the assault transport boats of wolves were still about to approach Colonel Rhodes to death. If the steel suit was not controlled on Friday for emergency braking and extreme evasion that ordinary people could not bear, the laser cannons carried on the assault transport boats would have long destroyed him. However, such a battle has been going on for too long, and Supiluliumas planned to take his anti-gravity jet motorcycle to solve the problem in a straightforward manner. Hammurabi believes that many of these reasons are that Supiluliumas suffered a loss under the Veronica combat system due to inadvertent caution. He said that he had learned a lesson and needed to correct it. The monarch glanced at him and nodded in agreement.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The monarch called on the assault transport boat to return and land, carrying the Knights of the Fire Knights and Sisters. The super-heavy attack transport boat, which was seventy meters long, also poked out from the clouds and landed. When the steel fortress-like aircraft landed steadily, ordinary people found that the length of the aircraft was almost the same as that of the United Nations International Training and Education Center near the square. The pilot rudely allowed it to occupy all the space in the square in front of the United Nations headquarters, and used the landing gear to mercilessly crush the concrete ground with a low-strength strength. The sound was the same as stepping on the ice in spring, making people feel that the aircraft could sink to the ground at any time.

"Five minutes before entering the low track." The monarch walked onto the cabin door ramp board and said to the mortals with a serious expression, "I still have a lot of wars to fight, don't let me waste my time on earth."

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"It seems that I taught him very well, Supreme Master." The blonde woman in a white robe appeared nearby at some point. The bitter evening breeze blew up the corners of her clothes and blonde hair. Her beautiful golden hair was shining with silk-like light, and her arms and legs that were not covered by cloth were strong and slender. Modu was frightened by the sound. He did not predict that someone would appear nearby, but after discovering that the supreme mage had not moved, he also learned not to act impulsively. "My sweet boy has grown up, and I don't know if he will still be obsessed with his mother?" The woman stroked the golden wrist armor on her wrist and answered on her own. "I think he will, I have never seen anyone kinder than him."

"If you want to argue with me about who the educational achievements are more important, Athena, you should understand who the kindness he showed is for. He is indeed kind, but this kindness is too broad to bear for ordinary people." The Supreme Master was too lazy to respond to the following sentence. "This is the path he will surely take, the established path he is a weapon and a tool. The odes woven by trillions of destiny are singing his destiny. He listened to the chant after the curtain from consciously beginning, even if he himself did not realize it. Now he has accepted the fact that he does not have free will, and you and your Father God will be his enemies, but the Olympus system is not only the end."

"Zeus will not surrender, you know him. If he does not make him call himself God, he will consider it an insult to him."
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