In the evening of the next day, the air auditorium of the Alliance Parliament.
The huge auditorium covering an area of tens of square kilometers hangs in the air like a rainbow, and its two ends are supported by ring-shaped elevators that stand up to the sky. The whole building is composed of countless cloud brocade chips. As the sun sinks, it reflects dazzling glare from different angles, like a bridge of gods across the sky in mythology.
Several battleships were parked above the auditorium, and more than a hundred Dark Star Hall dragonriders circled the building continuously. Like a flock of birds, the small shuttles used by VIPs and media continuously flew into the elevator from the entrance and ascended to the indoor apron under the auditorium.
The hall of the auditorium is full of voices and voices, and almost all diplomatic missions from non-imperial forces, independent galaxies, and countries have come—if you look carefully, there are even a few celebrities from the empire, who are huddled in the corner and waited in a very low-key manner .
Today is the day when the government-in-exile officially announces its alliance with the Dark Star Hall.
The Dark Star Hall, this distant star force that almost swallowed half of the Milky Way, has been completely forgotten in a long time, and even many generals of the empire don't remember its name. However, today they will gain political recognition for the first time, appear in the form of assisting the alliance and fighting against democracy, and once again extend the knife to the galaxy to divide power.
This is destined to cause an uproar in the entire universe, but this is not the point.
Many of you here today are here for another message.
Although this news has not been acknowledged by the Alliance, and although the Empire has not expressed any views on it, all signs show that this rumor may not be just a rumor—
Celia is back.
The leader of the alliance who died in the battle against Red Saturn fifty years ago, the supreme spiritual symbol of the Glory Legion, and a generation of military gods recognized by the empire as invincible—Gavin Celia, has returned from the dead.
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The top floor of the auditorium.
Speaker Marcus hurried through the corridor, the high-end leather shoes made a thud on the polished ground, and General Abel turned his head when he heard the sound: "Speaker."
"What did you ask me to do? What do you mean the marshal wants to talk to me about something? You and I both know that it's just a clone!"
Abel didn't answer, and Marcus looked at his watch impatiently: "I only have a few minutes to tell you, you'd better not play tricks, the old guy Concetlin will come to me soon—"
"He didn't pretend to be mysterious," a familiar voice suddenly came from behind Marcus, and said lightly, "It is indeed I who want to talk to you, respected Speaker Marcus."
Marcus turned his head, and his whole body froze immediately.
In the empty corridor, a young man in a white military uniform was leaning against the corner, with his hands in his trouser pockets. The afterglow sprinkled under his feet through the floor-to-ceiling windows, half of his side face was hidden in the shadow, but the slight smile at the corner of his mouth was extremely clear and familiar.
"No, it's impossible..." Marcus backed away in shock, stammering, "You're dead, you, you're dead—"
"You know I don't."
"But you can't—"
"Nothing is impossible, the fact is that I did it." Celia seemed to find it amused, and asked with a smile: "Are you going to meet Douglas Consetlin now, Speaker Marcus?"
The word speaker seemed to be very meaningful. Marcas's mind was buzzing, and he shivered subconsciously, and looked back at Abel as if asking for help.
But Abel's face was so gloomy that he couldn't see anything, blocking the way like an iron tower.
That's right, the people in the military department and Celia are of one mind... But why did he subdue Abel so quickly? Did he already have plans? No, no, this is simply unbelievable and ridiculous... Wait, since he can be resurrected, it means that the military department has already prepared. Could it be that the military department has secretly separated from the parliament and formed a force that they don't know about? …
Markas's thinking was completely confused. He only felt fear rising from his heart. After a while, he squeezed his palms hard and squeezed out a distorted smile: "This, isn't this just right? We will hold a press conference today to show everyone The universe announced that you have returned—"
"It's not good for you at all, Mr. Speaker." Celia teased, "The Consetlin family wants to use me to counterattack the empire, but isn't your greatest wish to negotiate peace with the empire?"
—Although this is an open secret in the parliament, it still makes Markas a little embarrassed to be pointed out: "I, I don't think so. The recovery alliance is the duty and responsibility of every citizen. As the speaker, I always put this The mission is firmly in my heart..." His voice became smaller and smaller under Celia's gaze, and finally almost became a whisper.
But Celia's next sentence made his heart rise to his throat: "Don't worry, Speaker, I'm on your side."
Marcus almost felt his ears go wrong:
"what do you mean?!"
"literal meaning."
"but you… "
"I agree to make peace with the empire, in fact, that's why I'm here."
Markas shook his head blankly, his unbelievable eyes darted back and forth on the faces of Celia and Abel, as if trying to find the slightest trace of joking, but ultimately failed. He opened his mouth and closed it again, and after a while he managed to force a voice out of his throat: "No...impossible, anyone in this world can make peace with the empire, but you—only you can't—"
"This moment and that moment, Speaker Marcus." Celia interrupted his chaotic nickname, and his calm voice echoed in the corridor, appearing extraordinarily clear and cold.
"The biggest crisis for the Alliance right now is not the Empire, but the Dark Star Hall. Of course, this is from my point of view. From your point of view, the top priority should be to completely eradicate the Consetlin family, otherwise once they completely get the Dark Star Hall With the support of the Star Hall and going to war against the Empire, your power and status as a peace faction will be emptied immediately, and you will become a puppet of Douglas Consetlin from now on."
"...I'm also a puppet now," Marcus whispered with anger and unwillingness.
"The problem is that now Douglas has no reason to completely kick you out, because the people of the alliance don't support him, and they will always remember him as the speaker who brought the alliance to surrender." Silia paused, then changed the topic: "—but once the war started Not necessarily, Douglas, the main combatant with the support of the Dark Star Hall, will soon refresh his status in the hearts of the people. By then, he will have qualifications, popularity, and the deep political foundation of Consetlin for hundreds of years, and you will How do you deal with yourself?"
——These words were very provocative, and accurately grasped Marcus' weakness.
Celia's political talent is mediocre, mainly reflected in the fact that he does more than he talks, and he is incomparable with sharp-tongued professional politicians. But this does not mean that Celia will not say anything at all. When he surrendered to the Dark Star Hall as a marshal four hundred years ago, almost no one believed that he was not a false surrender. Yunes still insisted on killing him in front of the elders. But in the end, he was persuaded one by one by his tongue.
At that time, he was able to persuade the cunning Elder Dark Star, and now he can persuade the greedy Speaker Marcus.
There was a moment of silence in the corridor, and indeed only Marcus said slowly: "I agree with you, but... why do you help me?"
Celia came out of the shadows and stood in front of Markas, her eyes filled with oppressive power.
"—I'm not helping you, I'm helping myself."
"You want to be the real speaker, and I don't want to be a puppet controlled by the Consettrin family. The old grudge between Douglas Consettrin and me is well known, and the Dark Star Hall is even more sympathetic to me. There's a sworn feud—think if they took control of Parliament, the best you could do was resign and I'd have a chance to live?"
— That's pretty much unassailable.
Marcus' eyes lit up at that moment.
Yes, Celia is the person who sealed the Dark Star Hall into the five-dimensional space with his own hands. He is the person who has fought against Douglas for hundreds of years on behalf of the military. In particular, he killed Red Saturn fifty years ago. The betrayal of people... He should be more despised than I am by the Conceitlin family's power!
Especially since the parliament is now under the control of the Dark Star Hall, apart from the Empire, there is no other force in the galaxy that can compete with the Dark Star Hall. Celia must also know that if he submits to the empire based on his status, how can the high-level imperial guards who came from the guard treat him lightly? And if he wants to find someone in the parliament who can negotiate with the empire, who else can he find besides me
"All of this is based on the fact that the Alliance will not go to war against the Empire." Silia glanced at Markas's face and knew that he had figured it out, so he changed the subject: "—Today, the Parliament will announce that it will negotiate with the Dark Star at the press conference." As soon as the news came out that the Hall teamed up to attack the Ophiuchus Galaxy, it completely cut off the possibility of you negotiating peace with the Empire. When the Dark Star Hall led the alliance army and blasted the first cannon to the Empire, you, the speaker, will come to an end... "
Marcus was startled, and blurted out: "But how can I stop them?"
The corner of Celia's mouth curled slightly, as if he had expected him to ask: "You just need to do as I tell you."
Marcus was completely persuaded at this time, but the indecision in his nature still made him hesitate to speak. This is also in line with his personality. If it weren't for his weak and easy-to-control nature, the Consetlin family would not have promoted him to be the puppet speaker.
The hesitation in just a dozen seconds seemed as long as centuries. Behind him, Abel's face changed, his fists were clenched tightly, and he tried his best to restrain himself from making a sound.
Celia was very calm, with no expression on her face.
"...I don't know," Marcus finally whispered after a long time, "I don't know...how can I trust you?"
Celia snorted, then pulled out the red gold dagger from her waist, and swiped at the back of her hand.
Blood gushed out immediately, and the fishy sweetness unique to Omega pheromones also evaporated. Mackas was stunned for a moment, but then he was forced to take half a step back by the extremely powerful and unusually exclusive Alpha breath in the pheromone, and even his voice changed in panic: "What is this, mark?! This who is it?!"
"Seth Heinrich." Celia said indifferently, her eyes remained calm and unchanged: "—I will explain the specific situation later, but now, you should trust me."
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After Speaker Marcus left in a daze, Celia stood where she was, slowly licking off the blood on her arm.
At that moment, the hair on his forehead covered his eyes, and the bright red blood stained the corners of his lips. Compared with his icy white cheeks, there was a shocking contrast.
Abel stood on the sidelines and stared blankly, with countless words stuck in his throat, he dared not speak. After a while, he managed to squeeze out a voice: "You... are you joking? Actually..."
Celia interrupted him by raising her hand, "I don't want to mention this."
Albert was speechless for a moment. Celia had a lot of prestige. He wanted to ask but didn't dare. After hesitating for a while, his thoughts turned to the other side: "Will Marcus follow your plan?"
"meeting."
"Then... do we really want to make peace with the empire?"
At this time, the press conference in the auditorium downstairs had already started, and the two of them went down the corridor, only to hear Celia's voice: "What do you think?"
It's hard to say about this Abel, but in his private heart, he feels that Celia's persuasion to Marcus just now is not unreasonable. When the alliance just surrendered, everyone in the military department was thinking about counterattacking the empire and revenge, and it was pure fantasy to negotiate a peace or something. But now that the alliance government has been in exile among the galaxies for fifty years, the population has dropped sharply and the economy is in recession, the word revenge sounds a little lacking in confidence—if nothing else, even if it really starts a war, what do you use to tell others? What about the imperial army with strong ships and powerful guns
"Let's make peace, it's not impossible..." Abel caught a glimpse of Celia's face, and the words stuck in his throat.
"—'It's not impossible'." Celia repeated every word, and said coldly: "It is absolutely impossible."
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the tone of these words was decisive, and Abel was immediately taken aback.
"Only when the two sides are equal in strength, or when one side is particularly difficult to fight, can we take a step back and sit down to negotiate a peace. Right now, the alliance can't even raise a decent army, and it is of no value to the empire to negotiate a peace. I'm afraid We were about to be beaten to death by each other as soon as we sat down."
Abel couldn't help but wanted to refute, but was interrupted mercilessly by Celia: "Even if the empire agrees to the peace out of political considerations, it would not be a good thing for us. At present, the alliance's officials are chaotic and people's hearts are fluctuating. Once the empire from within Invasion, the entire alliance regime will be subverted in an instant, and the consequences will be even more unimaginable!"
"But you promised Marcus a peace..."
"It's only limited to fighting against the Dark Star Hall, and the others are all lies to him." Celia frowned and asked, "You don't even take it seriously, do you?"
The corner of Abel's mouth twitched for a while, unable to utter a word.
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According to the original plan of the parliament, the backstage of the auditorium has been heavily monitored by the gendarmerie. The "experimental body" will wait here quietly until the curtain is opened and the lights are on, and it will appear on the stage like a marionette under the eyes of everyone.
Then the news of Celia's resurrection spread throughout the universe, the empire was shocked by the news, the alliance's reputation soared, and the first shot against dictatorship was successfully launched in the Ophiuchus galaxy...
——If it wasn't for the test subject suddenly becoming himself, this should be a perfect political show.
Celia pushed open the backstage door, and saw a dozen gendarmes tied and thrown by the wall at the first sight. Kaleyan stood in the middle and wrenched his knuckles. Turning around, he saw a smug expression on his face: "Everyone Done, marshal, what do you say?"
"..." Celia was silent for a moment, "Tell your lieutenants that you have worked hard."
"Hey, I really did this! Marshal, how can you say that! You don't believe me!..."
Even the roots of Kaleyan's ears were red, and Celia pretended not to hear it. He walked up to the unconscious gendarmes and picked up a helmet, holding it in his hand and looking it over and over again. I saw that the helmet was extremely thick and heavy, with electrodes connected to the temples on both sides, and the metal probe was three or four inches long, Celia waved it at Kaleyan casually: "Do you know what this is for? "
"I—I'm a lieutenant general anyway! Don't look down on people so much!... Isn't it used to control the test subjects?"
Celia nodded and said, "Dark Star Technology."
This thing is used to stimulate the human brain and input the pre-set program to control the test subject. Through Edna's information, the Conceitlin family thought that the resurrected Celia had disappeared in the Mecha League, and that what was dug out on the Shurong Star was just a mindless shell, so they could only use the Dark Star Hall to Advanced technology makes the test body look like a real person at the press conference.
Celia threw the helmet into Kaleyan's arms casually, and walked through the backstage to the side door. Kaleyan took two steps subconsciously, and asked, "Are you really going to make an appearance?"
Celia paused, and pushed open the side door leading to the backstage. The impassioned speech at the front desk immediately passed through the thick curtain and echoed in the silent backstage. The voice of Douglas Consettrin could be vaguely heard: "The Union government will never give up its glorious cause!... The dictatorship of the empire will come to an end." end..."
The light from the gap in the curtain was reflected on Celia's face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he smiled: "A play that has not ended for half a century, of course it will be shown."
He walked into the passage and closed the door behind his back.
There is only a curtain between this passage and the hall, and through the gap, one can see that the venue is full of distinguished guests.
The alliance has fallen to such an extent, but there are still many independent galaxies that sent diplomatic missions to participate in this conference-the so-called independent galaxies are generally neither subordinate to the empire nor attached to the alliance, but the forces of the empire and the alliance The struggle is closely related to them. Once the two parties go to war, they will become an important third-party force in the galaxy.
There were a few Dark Star warriors standing around the VIP seats. They seemed to be in a loose formation, but they all kept their eyes on the movement in the arena.
Celia's eyes swept across the venue, and as expected, Osrod and none of his subordinates showed up. And Younes was dressed in black armor and black robe, with a cold and pale face, and sat expressionlessly behind the podium, like a heavy shadow behind Douglas Consetlin.
—No one really knows the name of the Dark Star Hall. This would have been hundreds of years ago, not to mention being in the same room with so many black-armored warriors, as long as the name of the Dark Star Hall was released, this group of people would scatter and flee.
"...Even though it has been hit repeatedly, the alliance has not given up on the road of democracy. It has worked hard for fifty years... It has insisted on the most fundamental freedom and rights of human beings, and has won the support and encouragement of people from all walks of life in the galaxy..."
The voice of Douglas Consetlin came from the high platform. The gray-haired old man was impassioned, and suddenly raised his hand to the air: "Fifty years ago, the Legion of Glory was attacked by the Empire shamelessly, and unfortunately lost to the Red Saturn of the Ophiuchus galaxy! Now Half a century has passed, and the shame has always been firmly in the hearts of every Union citizen. We will never forget our homeland! Our homeland! We take the restoration of the Union as our lifelong belief and vow to fight to the end forever!… "
There was thunderous applause from the audience, shaking the entire auditorium into an uproar.
Celia stood behind the big screen and watched quietly, and said for a while, "Griffin."
The griffin turned into a golden button and flew to his ear. A few seconds later, the green light on the interface was on: "A message from Bi An, His Majesty has led the Ninth Fleet through the last transition gate."
Celia nodded slightly.
At the same time, on the podium, Douglas waved his hand and said loudly: "Today, on behalf of the alliance, I want to announce two important news to you!"
"First, the dark star government from distant galaxies will form an ally with us to fight against the anti-civilization and anti-human imperial autocratic rule!"
The applause was weak for a few seconds, and many people in the audience looked at each other in blank dismay, with the same question in their eyes: What is the Dark Star Government
Yunes looked at them coldly, a trace of contempt flashed across his snake-like pupils.
"Second," Douglas paused, and suddenly raised his voice:
"—Marshal Gavin Celia, who disappeared on Red Saturn fifty years ago, has finally returned to the Alliance recently, and returned to the cause of human democracy that he has struggled for a hundred years!"
"Allied soldiers scattered all over the universe, in the name of Marshal Celia, take up your guns and fight for the Alliance again!"
——As the last word landed, the curtain slowly opened, and Celia, who was wearing a white military uniform and a gold military emblem on her chest, was finally exposed to everyone's eyes.
There was a moment of deathly silence in the venue—
Immediately afterwards, like a basin of water poured into boiling oil, the entire venue exploded in an instant!