A long silence lingered in the Emperor's bedroom.
The God Sovereign sitting on the bed and the God King of Destruction on the chair seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. No one looked at each other. The God Sovereign looked at the chaos of the alien gods outside the window, and the God King of Destruction kept looking back and forth in the room.
The two do not disturb each other, as if the other does not exist in the other's world at all.
"Are you waiting for the emperor to speak?"
After a long time, the God Emperor converged his gaze from the window and glanced at the Destruction God King.
There is nothing special in his eyes, and his tone is very gentle, like a dying patient who wants to rest as soon as possible, urging others to finish what they want to say, so that they can rest as soon as possible.
The God-Emperor took the initiative to break the silence in the room, which also made the God-King of Destruction turn his attention to the God-Emperor.
"My subordinates have never spoken, but I am a little confused."
Yale's eyes were pure, and the God Sovereign on the bed looked puzzled, and even after hearing Yale, he continued, "This subordinate has served the God Race for 100,000 years."
"Yes." The Emperor nodded without hesitation.
In terms of the history of the Protoss, Yale, the God of Destruction, is actually a rising star of the Protoss. He belonged to the same period as the God of Liberty, and his amazing talent attracted the attention of the Protoss. During that period, not only two god kings were born in the god clan, the Qing clan and the Wei clan were also geniuses, and their era was also given the god clan
the golden generation.
Since the fall of the Dark God King, the status of the alien gods is no longer as strong as before.
Countless planes coveted the position of the God Race outside the Territory, and the status of the God Race Divine Kingdom was shaken, and it was their appearance that made the God Race outside the Territory take a breath and regained its position as the head of all races.
Roughly speaking, Yale has indeed been a god king for 100,000 years in the Protoss.
"In the past 100,000 years, your subordinates may have something that makes you dissatisfied, but you can be considered conscientious in coming to the Protoss?" Yale asked again. "That's a bit too much." The emperor smiled kindly, "Your temperament may be a little violent, but this emperor is very clear that this is the impact of destroying the godhead on you. This emperor has never done anything to you. Dissatisfied, you really misunderstood me like this.
Emperor. As for what you said about being conscientious and conscientious, that is natural—if it were not for you, the extraterritorial protoss might not have survived until now, and the ethnic groups in other planes would not be so jealous of the extraterritorial protoss. "
"In general, the subordinates have more merits than demerits, right!" Yale said.
The god emperor nodded and affirmed Yale's remarks. Faced with such a reply from the Emperor, Yale could vaguely see crystal tears flashing in his eyes. That kind of feeling is like dedicating a whole life to the imperial court, thinking that he has been misunderstood by the world, but has been affirmed by the sage.
Satisfaction born within.
This kind of picture lasted for a long time, but Yale's brows and eyes were ferocious in an instant.
"If that's the case, why do you continue to seal your subordinate Divine Sea!"
This roar was like a beast coming from the abyss of the earth. Yale, who had no divine power to vent, actually caused a gust of wind to appear in the room with the anger in his heart, and the bookshelves in the room swayed left and right.
The wind blew on the face of the emperor, but he did not use his divine power to resist it. He let the gust of wind hit him, and closed his eyes gently, as if he wanted to understand the anger in Yale's heart. "My subordinate angered the Lord of the Rules and was sealed for March of the Divine Sea. The three-month period has already passed, but so far the subordinate Divine Sea has not been unsealed. If the subordinate is not mistaken, it should be the king of the rules. Write it! Never set foot in the Shrine of Destruction
The king of rules, who was interested in destroying the shrine some time ago, although his subordinates did not meet him, but his subordinates believed that the king of rules had the ability to seal the subordinates of the sea of divine from the air. "
Yale's eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and it didn't take long for him to laugh recklessly as if he was laughing at himself. "It's ridiculous, I, Yale, have worked hard for the Protoss for 100,000 years, but what I got in the end was suspicion! Lord God, don't you think your chest will hurt? Those people outside said they were retreating from the room, but if they didn't accident, so far
Actually waiting outside the door. They are afraid that their subordinates will plot against you. As long as their subordinates show a little murderous intention to you, they will rush in from the outside and rectify the law on the spot! "
"Lord God Sovereign, have you forgotten the seal of the King of Rules on my Divine Sea? My subordinate, you are a mortal now, even so, you are still worried about your subordinates. What should you say? good!"
With his emotions vented, Yale got up from the chair and looked at the pale emperor on the bed with a wry smile.
He slumped his head down, his eyes filled with confusion and distress, and tears kept lingering in his eyes. The expression on his face, whether from the eyebrows, eyes or the entire face, from his whole body revealed an indescribable desolation.
"If you really doubt your subordinate, you will give your subordinate a death. Anyway, it is better to live now than to die." Yale approached the Emperor step by step. The Emperor's eyes were also full of moving, and his heart was completely affected by Yale's emotions. Impressed by catharsis. For some reason, in his heart he didn't want to hide it from Yale, as if he really hurt someone who was loyal to the Protoss.
the king of gods.
His heart hurts, and words are constantly organized in his mind—
"I'm sorry."
The god emperor said such a sentence abruptly.
The Angel King and Venerable Lingbao outside the door were stunned. Yale was full of emotions just now. Although they were not in the room, he could feel how desperate he was from the desolation in his words.
Even so, this despair could not be exchanged for the pity in their hearts.
But the emperor was moved, and he apologized to him!
How can this be
The Emperor of God is definitely not the kind of indecisive person. Even if they really misunderstood Yale, at most it is enough to compensate him a little after everything is over.
What's more, he's a minister—
Isn't being wronged also something he has to accept!
The Emperor even apologized, and Venerable Lingbao couldn't understand what they said.
As everyone knows, when the emperor said this apologetic response, he himself was stunned for a long time.
Why would he say such a thing
Yale's words and emotions are full of gods, very emotional, and people feel pity. But he is a dignified emperor. If he has to apologize for such a trivial matter, how can he sit firmly in the position of the emperor.
Adjudicator, the heart is to be ruthless!
A bad premonition grew from the depths of the Emperor's heart, and when he regained his senses, he realized that Yale was less than half a meter away from him.
"you-"
"I'm sorry, do you think a word of apology can make up for the scars you left on your subordinate's heart?"
Suddenly, Yale's face flashed a ferocious look. "This compensation is too light!"