The emperor took off his armor and replaced it with the blood-red holy skeleton cloth robe with the help of Dinah.

Instead of riding in an armored vehicle, He read books in the caravan cabin with the faint light of the desk lamp. Even if He is no longer dazzling, mortals can still feel His presence and turn to look in His direction. As long as He wants, no one in this world can discover Him, but He still does this. This is not to show his powerful nature in this era when civilization was born, but because it is a necessary act.

It is not only mortals who can feel Him.

The armored vehicles of the Imperial Guards were slowly moving forward in front of the convoy, with only a few floating motorcycles scattered and cruising a few kilometers away from the caravan convoy. The Imperial Guards Commander Constantine did not participate in the patrol, and he followed the Emperor's caravan as the last line of defense. Although no human could threaten the Imperial Guards in this era, there were still dangers left by the gods when they walked on the earth. Humans discovered that flames could drive away the incarnation of wild beasts and fear in the real planes, so they lit the fire. Waving the torches and terrorize the monsters in the night, just like the Supreme Master taught him, what He has been doing now - the Emperor was more willing to come here to come to this larger bonfire, or lose courage because of His existence, rather than seeking mortals without resistance.

Constantine, the commander of the Imperial Guard, was very dissatisfied.

This did not benefit His security work, but he accepted the emperor's decision. He was not able to blame or criticize the emperor. All he could do was accept. No matter how dangerous the decision was, he had to follow his monarch into the battlefield, just as he accepted the dangerous decisions of the emperor and the Regent about the Event Horizon.

This ridiculous decision was unimaginable even for patients with physiological mental illness who refused to take medication - he knew the emperor's plan for the human race. It was a thrilling gamble. Anyone with rationality could see the reasons for having to execute the plan and the outcome after the plan failed - but the plan for the Event Horizon did not have so many plans and plans, only one hasty decision after another. There was no research, no plan, and only the vague prophecy that the emperor could see.

The emperor once explained the reason for this to the guards, but Constantine still believed that the explanation was unconvincing. He believed that he had to jump into the trap set after the curtain of reality, which was the conclusion that He and Victor von Doom repeatedly calculated.

He needs time.

This is something He could not have in the twenty-first century. The Dark Order is just a precursor to the alien invasion that humans will face. Ragnarok is the result of the real enemy's display of fangs. However, both events will consume a lot of His time and He needs time to improve his plan. Victor von Dum needs to stay in his original time to maintain the Balkans that rely on His extreme force to forcibly unify, and use a certain degree of gentleness to condense all the ruled people. A certain degree of gentleness means that blood and violence will not be cut off. For some people who intend to obtain power, wealth and everything else that does not belong to him, Regent Victor von Dum is not a gentle person.

Captain Miller once asked the emperor what he had experienced after falling into the real wound of Neptune's outer shelf.

He lied, and He fell into hell with them. That nightmare dimension would not let go of anything swallowed from the real plane, whether it is intelligent life or a planet.

Captain Miller would never know that after falling into the curtain, He and the Guards joined the war that began before the birth of the universe and would not end after the heat of the universe, and transcend the continuity of time. He led the Guards to massacre millions of monsters in dreams, destroying thousands of kingdoms composed of nightmares and terror. The corpses composed of deformed limbs and strange organs were stacked higher than the highest mountain range on the earth. Blood-like flames flowed from the mountains stacked with wreckage. He and the Guards emptied all their ammunition and grind blades that were dull due to excessive use on the bones of monsters that had not yet been born and had been born but had long been dead.

They promise, they deceive, they threaten, they induce.

They long for the king to come to the curtain to rule.

The answer given to them was killing, killing that never resurrected.

He took away the most important thing. It was something He realized many years ago in the communication between the entire human beings and the consciousness born on earth. After that, they escaped from the eternal battlefield after the curtain and came to the void hundreds of thousands of years ago. After sailing for a long time, they arrived at the earth and joined the war against the arrival of the gods. However, the pursuit from the dream also came from the weak curtain to reality.

Now the emperor does not plan to make a meaningless time jump.

He plans to collect enough resources in this era and reserve enough knowledge and weapons to deal with challenges thousands of years later. Ragnarok is not just a war between the Asgardians, it is a counterattack to interfere with reality after the curtain. If the war he initiated fails, all His plans will be invalidated and humans will never step out of the solar system again. This means that he can only watch the slow and painful decline of human civilization in his eternal life. He will spend every second in despair, and even if he ends his own life, he will not be able to end this cycle of despair, just like Odin's despair after asking about fate. This is a gamble to live in death, their goals are the same but there is conflict between means, neither He, Odin nor Ago Motorcycle has room to give in. This means that they may be enemies or friends, and no king will retreat on the way forward.

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The nomadic tribe was destined to die. The environment and resources of the Mesopotamian plain no longer allowed them to continue their nomadic life. They had not yet learned how to farm, and the accumulated knowledge and words were also lost with repeated migrations. While another farming tribe was trying to make cylinder seals for cuneiform characters, the nomadic tribe even had a handful of clay bricks used to write words. Perhaps the last person of this nomadic tribe would die in the counterattack of the looting operation, or died in hunger and weakness, and the women and children in the tribe would be absorbed and assimilated by the farming tribe.

He does not intend to interfere with the course of this era.

But the next plan requires a lot of labor, and in the absence of sufficient automation machinery, He must have enough labor. He plans to transform this nomadic tribe into available resources so that every breath of the nomadic tribe can be used by Him. He intends to build a stronghold to accommodate the resources He has left before the time jump, and He needs the right environment and a lot of time to conduct follow-up research, verify every part of the plan and perfect it. This is the work He did not have time to do before the time jump - no one can plan the next thousand-year work plan and emergency plan in a short period of time, even He cannot do it - the name of that stronghold will not be called the Garden of Eden, it is just his sense of humor that has nowhere to be placed, and He does not intend to give the stronghold a formal name, which does not make any sense.

War will never stop, nor will He.

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"The invaders broke through the second corridor and we are evacuating!"

"I'm going to see 20% of the orbital artillery go online for emergency repairs to track defense fire!"

"Can't do it, patriarch, our capacitors are damaged. Now that area is being hit by a jump gang."

Tarian Cassius stood in the middle of the bridge and issued instructions. Holographic projection presented all ship images of attacking the space station to all members of the alliance. Even if they were not professional engineering experts, they could judge the general role of these ships, especially those that looked very bloated and lacked aesthetics, which were still releasing missiles to attack the increasingly broken orbital defense platforms of the space station.

The news of the bridge coming back from the front line was getting worse and worse, and the members of the alliance gathered beside Tarian Cassius were still reluctant to leave.

"How did they open the air-tight door! They don't have a password!" MP Bonarien shouted, panic.

Tarian Cassius knew that after he threatened to give everyone a decisive wine, all the alliance investors, although they looked frightened, remained quiet to a certain extent. They finally realized that they had nowhere to escape. They could only rely on the Cassius family, and even the contract that promised additional investment was signed at this time, but no one would regret it. If Cassius failed, the contract of additional investment would lose its meaning. Only when they were alive, the Cassius family could receive this gift.

Tarian Cassius didn't even bother to give this greedy and stupid creature from the corner of his eyes.

The relationship between the Sandar Empire and the Kerry Empire was not harmonious, and even the official trade was extremely rare. A MP with the government of the Sandar Empire was willing to monopolize the private trade of the two interstellar empires under extremely strict bans. He was either stupid enough or greedy enough, and no matter what quality he could allow the real manipulator who broke through the list of trade bans to fiddle with this puppet.

Councillor Bonarien, with a crazy expression, the fat wrapped in the tight and luxurious silk robe kept trembling, as if the Sandal snail that was eaten into his stomach was still alive. "This must be a scam. The contacts on the earth did not reveal any information, and our guards were also lost. Planet C-53 cannot be so powerful, this must be a scam! No, no, maybe it is a servant of the Dark Clan! That's right, that's it!"

"T'ee." Tarian Cassius made a disdainful voice. He treated Councillor Bonarien as calm as he was informing the fact that he was dead. "Counciel Bonarien, please be quiet. At this time, I ask your guards to join the battle again."

"No! The Sandal Guard must stay here to protect me." Ponnarien looked around, his fat cheeks twitching violently. He saw support in the eyes of other members of the alliance around him, and then he mustered up the courage to reiterate his decision toward Tarian Cassius. "The Guard must stay at the bridge! We have added investment and now we should let our own Guard protect us!"

“We have signed a contract.”

"Yes, we added investments. But it doesn't include the escort, which is still a personal asset."

Ponnerian MP used the cunning of the businessman in time. He had already sensed Tarian Cassius's contempt, and now he was able to play the highest value of the chips and retaliate against the contemptuous look, which made him very satisfied, because he believed that he had seen through Tarian Cassius' tricks. This stupidity and shortsightedness almost made Tarian Cassius unable to control his emotions. He did not know why his investors made such irrational decisions at this time, even if they saw through their plans, they had to succumb to huge external pressure.

The number of guards is not much compared to the defensive forces, but if the invaders' vanguard forces capture the bridge, the guards will be an extremely important reserve force. Tarian Cassius hopes that this force will accept his command—only in this way, it will be beneficial for him to gain more benefits for the family after the invasion. He knew that only he was able to dominate all decisions in the league, rather than letting investors make the right move—he had a good personal relationship with the commanders of the guards, and could be sure that those people would not take the initiative to betray their masters.

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"I'm already an old man, Tarian, and we trust the ability of the defensive forces very much." Another investor said slowly. "If the defensive forces fail, the guards will not play a role. Please give us a decisive battle wine at that time, which will be our glory."

"I will." Tarian gritted his teeth and glared at the investor, "I hope the guards will play a role by then."

"We only encountered soldiers Kri," Tita said.

"Isn't this a good thing? It means we only have to face one kind of enemy."

Ora carried a large-caliber explosive machine gun and was responsible for the task of blocking the passage ahead.

The Sisters had already encountered four teams of Kerry defense forces in this place. The heavy firepower squad commanded by Aura forced to open a room next to the passage, killed the Kerry people inside and used it as a fire point, and easily repelled the defensive forces trying to rush to the hangar. At this point, the space station could no longer send carrier-based aircraft to attack the Emperor's fleet. The Martian missile cruisers and the Punishment aircraft carrier can destroy the defense platforms of the space station one by one and destroy all Kerry technology anti-ship artillery. The Sisters' Jumping Squad is waiting for the Space Marine Corps and the Engineers to come to this passage to bring sufficient ammunition to join, install more hot melt bombs and arrange a team to control the key passages they have captured, avoiding the alien alien space station defense forces regaining here and cutting off subsequent troops.

She always felt something was wrong. It was not until she moved her heels slightly and crushed the wet and sticky Cree bones under the steel boots. She felt a little more comfortable. These were blue-skinned alien aliens dead under the bomb. Their armor was some kind of individual light armor. The result of the bomb shooting was that it exploded into pieces of dark blue minced meat mixed with bone slag and minced meat - this was the precious raw material of a so-called resurrection drug of SHIELD. In the eyes of the sisters, this was just a disgusting alien flesh and blood. There were many Cree corpses in the Immortal City underground in Rome, and even living bodies. Sisters knew the anatomical characteristics of this creature very well.

The most important thing is to know that this creature will die after looking at the head.

"This space station belongs to the Alien Alliance, not just the Kerry. You should read more pre-war analysis reports."

"I don't care, the aliens will die anyway." Ola shook her head, and the other artificial people in the same team chuckled. She always showed off the metal crown installed on her helmet, which was a gift from the emperor, a mysterious device that could enhance her talent and abilities. "When will the ammunition be delivered, I feel that the ammunition box is empty."
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