Captain Miller opened his eyes in the assigned tent.

He opened his eyes and barely breathed until painful memories poured into his brain like melted lead, tingling from the back of his head to his chest. He could breathe again, as if he had declared to the world that his life would continue. For him, the disaster of the Event Horizon was as if he had opened his mouth to call the crew's name and imagined their response—no response, the only thing left was the gray training uniform folded beside the camp bed, and the Lewis and

Clark's watch. He will never be in the quiet space again, the neighing of horses and howling winds replace all the air - he can hardly remember the conversation with the emperor yesterday, and every difficult memory will bring pain and fatigue. He is so tired that this fatigue spreads out from the depths of his soul. He glances at the watch placed next to his head and closes his eyes again.

This was the first time he refused to follow his years of self-disciplined work and rest, even if the sound outside the tent indicated that the Emperor's Imperial Guards were planning to move. This was a convoy, the most powerful convoy on the plain, and it was impossible to be attacked in the future or now. Before he fell asleep, the Emperor's Imperial Guards had informed him of the next action. They would migrate with convoys and supplies to find the qualified people the Emperor needed. The destination of this convoy would be those human settlements, rather than empty deserts and grasslands.

Before condemning his hard work for the hundredth time, the guard captain finally got up.

I knew it very well for breakfast. Although I needed to do it myself, I put a stainless steel coffee pot and a iron pot filled with tomato sauce and soybeans under the white charcoal fire, it was a wrong meal in that era. After all, from now on, after the emperor found a fixed settlement, all food intake must be the lowest priority of nutrition rather than taste.

When I was wandering around seven places before breakfast, I found that the place where the huge assault transport boat was docked yesterday was empty. Hundreds of tons of steel and machinery were found, but there were only boxes of supplies piled up here waiting to be moved out of the carriage. I also saw the imperial guards wearing golden armor tame the wild horses under the plains and ordered giant humanoid machinery to make carriages. These imperial guards who did not make carriages worked together to carry a huge steel coffin full of cables down the giant carriage pulled by four horses.

These humanoid machinery, smaller than the imperial guards, carried artillery and firearms under their shoulders, were completely incompetent in cutting trees and carrying cargoes. Chainsaws and siege clamps used to cut armor can dismantle a tree that has grown for hundreds of years at an alarming speed, but the task of making a carriage must be accomplished by more agile fingers, so we have to wait for a while. The guard captain found that he had never imagined that the group of giants in gorgeous armor could adapt to that environment.

In my opinion, those people should stay in gorgeous palaces, walking under scarlet carpets, but use the tail flame of armored vehicles to refrigerate metal, and use short knives and axes to process wood, because we have inlaid gems under armor enough to buy the entire city. However, we did a great job, even more unfamiliar than the worst carpenters and blacksmiths, which made the guard captain feel strange about the origins of the imperial guards. After all, nature may evolve from eight meters low, without weak women twice as narrow as they can still know it. The only explanation is not what the media said, the imperial guards were the emperor who created super soldiers.

The emperor found me with a horse that surprised me.

The horse had to be small in all the wild horses found by the imperial guards. The captain of the guard thought he would be surprised by this. I saw few small creatures and machinery outside, unless the horse had a pair of wings. The horse was very interested in my collar. It was about how the emperor stopped it. It always stretched its neck stubbornly towards me. Cui Xin was not concerned about the irritable and hateful behavior of the giant horse, even though the horse's small front teeth tried to swallow my collar.

The delicious and easy-to-absorb sugar was a strategic material in that era. It was not until I stuffed the peeled candy out of the horse's mouth that the horse came up quietly, and the little eye that looked at the emperor blinked guiltily. Pegasus was not blamed, but his master touched his mane heavily. It was not called out in that era, but in the era when language and civilization had not yet been born, and in the era after the first ignited from the bonfire, it experienced a few apocalyptic wars, and small exercises were ineffective in losing weight.

I am not a pessimist. I am just good at making the best plans, but the answer given by the emperor is beyond my expectations. I deny that my research on history is so in-depth - erroneously, I have learned anything except in modern American history - and there is no way to judge whether the human civilization at that time can provide enough resources to support the emperor's absurd plan. In 6,000 AD, I knew whether humans of that period had not yet walked out of the cave or jumped up from under a tree!

My guess is very close to the truth. The brass frog from Wakanda was handed over to the emperor by Prince Techara following the oracle of the little priest of the Baste Temple. He could hardly infer that the reason why the brass frog was outside Wakanda's hands was very unlikely to be that He or He ordered the imperial guards to be handed over to Cui Xinhou's ancestors - the Novikov principle of self-consistentness of his time travel - He used the brass frog to open the treasure house and saw what he had shown to Stephanie Malik outside, this cosmic fleet that stayed between reality and illusion and was crucial to the entire human race. It was an illusion that deceived mortals, but something that was real, docked outside the fragments of this plane.

The guard captain took out the dispensed candy from outside his pocket.

Although Mars' space dock can build those space warships, it has a far-reaching way to meet His demand for production capacity unless Wakanda retracts his own production capacity. He has seen Techara's ancestors and told no one present at that time that he had predicted his prophecy. He knew why Wakanda built those warships, and He was even less sure that the brass frog was handed over to him through Techara's hand, and he was 100% sure that it was his own work.

The premonition after leaving Earth on the Punishment is correct. That time travel that must be retreated showed Him the secret truth that even the Kamataj Library would record. Now He knows why Mephisto always had the law to sit down the first throne, why he always tried to control the Ghost Rider but always won, because this throne belonged to Him, the King of Hell, and the Ghost Rider was not His caller and warrior; Odin, Agomoto once fought with Him for a common goal-just to fight the coming gods. Our war is to be more grand, this is material

Eternal war between the universe and the illusory dimension - we have tried His vision, formed an army to fight against the coming gods and are confrontational things. Although the result is full of bitterness and betrayal, and even his creation, Miller, was slightly damaged, this experience and this unprecedented war also confirms the few conjectures: the dimension is not defeatable, the material plane does not have a law to invade the dimension, and the eternal war has the possibility of failure. Most importantly, despite the pain of betrayal in the bone marrow, His experiment was still successful, and a trace of order can still be retained outside the eternal chaotic dimension, although it is still evil.

"You will be surprised by everything now." The captain of the guard shook his head. Even if no one told him that there was no giant monster rising from overseas and walking towards that place tomorrow, I thought I would be surprised. The stars had not crossed the hills and continued to climb down, and the light reflected by the narrow and broad river surface was getting weaker. Under the plain with too few low trees, the scorching sun would dry our moisture in an unimaginable way. "Where are you going?"

"Seven hundred thousand years later." The emperor said fiercely, "You and your army have lived outside here for a long time and have participated in a war."

"When is it...at what time?"

I don't hate that joke, and the answer the emperor said made me desperate.

"By observing supernova, you are around 6,000 AM." The emperor said irritably, "Luckily, you don't have enough time to train crew members."

"It cannot be called a God." He held the sword at his waist, not the holy sword that defeated the gods. After a while of destruction, the emperor spoke again, "He needs to learn how to ride a horse as he slows down. Do you have enough saddles now, so that you know it very well. It's because you don't have very little time."

"Outside the treasure house," He said, "the fleet you promised him is also outside the treasure house, and that is not the key to the treasure house. His fleet is also outside, so he must worry about how to spend the internship of the crew."

"When is the farthest time?" Captain Cui Xin asked with sincerity, "You are just a weird thing. Maybe there is no rule. You cannot accurately judge the landing point of time and space jumping."

The emperor's eyes shone on the plain covered with sunlight and shrubs, crossed the ridges that blocked the skyline, and extended to the distance where ordinary people could see clearly. Captain Cui Xin knew what he had seen, and I might also know that the emperor and my forbidden Cui Xin once fought against something that could cross the low mountains and be called giant gods. Although I had not yet encountered many supernatural events, this mythical battlefield of Apocalypse far exceeded the boundaries my imagination could touch.

"Several times." The emperor corrected.

"For the first time you know he knows it's joking. He's joking, right?"

"Where did this ship go?"

"I can only find a suitable child without leaving the human settlement." He said, "It is not far from the time he saw the first student." The emperor was still wearing armor, and the captain of the guard smelled the detergent under the armor. The captain of the guard thought that I could imagine the man who wiped the detergent under the emperor's armor with velvet stained with detergent. If this scene was not funny, because the lower body of the servant was far enough to be the emperor's shoulder armor.

Now He knew everything that even the Supreme Master could not know.

The reason why I was like that is because there was no list of materials that the emperor showed me that would be allocated to me for training crew members. There were still many vaccines and low-cooled foods that were produced in that era and were mainly candy and chocolate. We must really host indigenous children, so those vaccines will be useful. We will let carefully selected children die from infectious diseases of that era. As for candy and chocolate, I can only understand that the emperor's personal love is bad, and it can also play a huge role in purchasing children. Even I assigned a few.

I know why the emperor stored so few vaccines outside the spacecraft's supplies box. I don't believe that the incident on the Event Horizon was also within the emperor's plan. Now I think and dare to ask that question. Although I know that the emperor has hidden little things from me, I also know that the emperor will let me know what I should know.

The guard captain did not object to taking the indigenous children away.

After a night of rest, my mind was still filled with very few problems. The kind of problem that cannot be called details cannot be given up at all. I try to think about whether the selected children are the ancestors of a certain ethnic group in the future world, which can burn the human brain well. What's more, outside that primitive era, is there anyone who can provide worse education and living conditions than the emperor, even kings can do it.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The emperor stretched out his hand to the captain of the guard, and a seven-legged thing was quietly lying under the palm of his hand covered with golden armor. The thing was like a clockwork frog toy made of gold and machinery, which looked very expensive - but the guard thought that the emperor would show him a hateful, expensive noble toy - I would ignore the technological level contained in the gorgeous thing, because it did not have an almost animal-like nerve reflex action. It was a creature with no intelligence and beyond conventional technology. Captain Cui Xin believed that there was not much of it that could not be called magic.

The guard captain was silent for a while.

“He said that after you wake up, they tried a time-space jump.”

The captain of the guard had the ability to imagine that an army would look like seven hundred thousand years later, which would allow the emperor to bring about the war, and the enemy knew that it was a primitive man holding a stone axe and a stone spear.

Ago Motor tried to fight against Li Di in his own way. However, I had won and knew it in the most thorough way. In addition to providing the emperor with energy, only the fire of Kamataj's resistance was left. Odin also led the Asa gods to eat away the legacy of the weakest uninhibited race in the universe, and formed the army that best known to it in the material universe to fight against the eternal nightmare, but now I will face victory. The twilight of Ragnarok led by the shadow in front of the curtain has made the Asa gods only survive in the future. No one will know the original goal of the Asa gods. Now the reason why Odin is willing to die is not waiting for him to complete that trip. When He returns to his original time point, the war against the eternal dimension will only be left with the first warrior.

I also know that it said that it is this overweight horse anymore.

"Walking along the river to the southeast, there should be no human village outside." The emperor patted the head of the white horse, "You will find what you want outside. That river is called Euphrates."

"Who is the enemy?"
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