As soon as the order to retreat was handed down, the entire army was in an uproar, but the Imperial Fleet had strict military discipline. The 400,000 fleet that was at war half an hour ago quickly turned around in the vast space and embarked on a full-speed return journey.
The emperor sat in the highest command room of the flagship, and put down the communicator with a sinking face. Lieutenant General Isaac immediately asked, "How is the situation, Your Majesty?"
"The Dark Star Fleet has broken through the Star Gate 65328 in Ursa Major, and is currently heading towards Beihe Gemini. The people from the Ninth Fleet ran to the hospital to rescue Aaron, but when they went to the front line, the number of enemies was from the Ninth Fleet. Quadruple, we must come back urgently."
"Why not dispatch the local garrison from the Big Bear Galaxy?" Isaac was puzzled.
"It was completely wiped out."
"… how is this possible?!"
"Anything is possible in a war with the Dark Star Hall." The emperor said, "Didn't Douglas Concettering give us some information keys? You can go to the alliance military database. In the past, the alliance and the Dark Star Hall During the war, the entire fleet often disappeared, and they were all thrown into the fifth-dimensional space to wander... Tell the Ninth Fleet not to confront them head-on, and be careful of space traps, otherwise it will be impossible to save them if they are thrown into it return."
Lieutenant General Isaac led the order, and came back after a while and said: "Admiral Aaron said he knew. He said that he still can't control it now, and the imprint of the Dark Star Hall will attack every few hours, and he is afraid of injury." We can only tell the guards to handcuff him as soon as he has an attack.”
The emperor nodded, stood in front of the porthole and looked at the magnificent nebula in the distance, and remained silent for a while.
Isaac looked at the emperor's face, pondered for a while, and then carefully asked: "How do you think... Marshal Celia bypassed the parliament and hooked up with the Dark Star Hall?"
Although he concealed it well, there was still a trace of irritation in his tone.
"He didn't join hands with the Dark Star Hall." Heinrich shook his head slowly, and said, "If I'm right, Yunes is just a knife in his hand this time... you think Do you have the memory of why Yunes went to Netherworld Star Nacilia? Everything was calculated many years ago, and today's encirclement of Wei and rescue of Zhao is just part of the plan."
Isaac wondered, "What plan?!"
The emperor did not answer his subordinates immediately. He looked at the vast sea of stars in the distance. The Andromeda M31 galaxy emitted bright light in space. The chassis rotated slowly, and the gorgeous sea of stars was reflected in his ice-blue eyes.
"The memory that Yunes got from Going to Youkong Star is fake. On the eve of the decisive battle fifty years ago, Celia expected that the ending of the Galaxy War would be the defeat of the Alliance, so he entrusted the modified memory to the Youkong Star .I don’t know what hints he released in his memory, so that Yunes would not hesitate to attack the empire for a certain secret, and then when we are fighting with each other, the alliance can take advantage of it later... That’s why Mecha Phoenix will automatically shut down, because there is a body in the cockpit, and the memory carried by the starman in the space is real, which is different from the version on the star in the space.”
The emperor paused, as if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth slightly upward: "So what happened to that note, it's just a tool to enhance credibility..."
Having said that, it is not a tool that ordinary people can think of. After hundreds of years, that bloody betrayal has solidified into a scar that will never be erased, but an unnecessary note can easily whitewash it, turning it into a youthful and ignorant frivolity and a misunderstanding that missed a lifetime. Regardless of whether Eunice believes it or not, in short, that note leads to everything Celia wants to say: We may not be able to go back to the past, but you can still grasp the present; and what you want now is in the empire. .
——If the Dark Star Hall does not send troops, the alliance will not lose anything. This plan will cost nothing except a good script that makes people cry; Er...
"As expected of a marshal," the emperor sighed, with a bit of regret in his tone: "My plan was wasted, I thought I could clear Celia out of the alliance army headquarters on the spot..."
"Is it just that it doesn't work?" The man with the scar was also a little bit pained.
The emperor thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "That's not the case. The conditions I proposed to them are too generous. Just change their names and they can enjoy unimaginable preferential treatment. Do you think the people in the parliament really can't eat this stuff that fell from the sky?" cake?"
"There are only two kinds of people who can refuse such a condition. One is a fool who is so stupid that he doesn't care about his ignorance; I'm not a fool. Which of those congressmen really wants to fight? Who doesn't want to live a good life with power and money? When the news spreads, the public opinion will be against each other. Celia, who resolutely rejected me today, will become the one who bears their anger Biggest target."
The man with the scar frowned and thought for a moment, then asked: "But what if Marshal Celia also agrees..." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he laughed himself, and said: "Forget it, if the alliance really surrenders, it will only pay a sum of money every year to support it. , In a few years, the alliance itself will evolve peacefully, and it will save us money and arms to fight."
The emperor disagreed: "No, Celia will not surrender."
The voice of this sentence is not loud, but the meaning in it is firm, like hitting gold and broken stones, there is no room for shaking in the slightest. Isaac raised his head sharply, only to hear the emperor say again: "Celia understands me and the alliance. It is precisely because of this understanding that he will never surrender, even if the whole army puts the tip of a knife on his neck None—because he knew that from the moment the alliance announced its surrender, the spirit of the so-called alliance would be completely dead. The country would be completely disintegrated, the people would be fished by mermaids, and the entire social and economic system would become a vassal of others... it There will never, ever be an independent regime again."
The alliance is classified into the imperial system, which is one country, two systems at best, and a colonial galaxy at worst. Of course, there are very few people who are willing to take a look at the bloody truth. When everyone is carnival with pies falling from the sky, what will happen to Celia who objected
I did lose in terms of military strategy, but you were defeated in political wrestling... The emperor looked at the receding Andromeda nebula outside the porthole. Hundreds of billions of stars formed two gorgeous spiral arms, winding across the entire astrolabe, as if The legendary ancient Greek princess bound in chains in the depths of space.
"The fairy's hands are still bound by chains..." the emperor said softly, a cold smile appeared in his eyes.
…
While the Emperor was looking at the Andromeda Nebula from space, Celia was resting her elbows on the edge of the washbasin, almost throwing up bile.
The bathroom door was locked, and only the sound of his painful retching could be heard in the silent room. The griffin turned into a ball of light and jumped in the air: "How did this happen? Did you not take the medicine? Then you did it on purpose? Why did you react?" So big? Oh, I said, do you want to drink some hot water, I will go to the database and design a special recipe for you... "
Although the voice was worried, the excitement and anticipation in this stupid lion's voice was unmistakable. Celia grabbed it suddenly, raised her head amidst the howling of the ball of light, and said coldly, "I've already taken the medicine."
Griffin: "..."
A few seconds later, the Griffin suddenly realized, and said in admiration, "Your Majesty is really amazing... Aww!!"
Celia flicked the griffin out with a finger, lowered her head and washed her face, wiped the water on her face casually, then turned and walked out. Kaleyan was waiting in the corridor outside the bathroom. Seeing him coming out, a hesitant expression flashed across his face, "You..."
Celia glanced at him.
"Lieutenant General Mo Wen has sent troops to surround the public trial court and arrested all the MPs who wanted to break out. Now there are no fewer than one of them." Kaleyan immediately asked with a blank expression: "Would you like to start voting immediately?"
Celia nodded and strode towards the public trial court.
The parliament at this time is like a barrel of gasoline, which can explode with just a little spark. Eight hours have passed since the military surrounded the Capitol in the morning. There was no food, water, or access to the toilet. These lawmakers, who were usually pampered, were finally pushed to the breaking point.
"What the hell are you trying to do! This is murder! This is blatant murder!" As soon as Celia entered the gate of the public trial court, she saw a congressman dressed in messy clothes standing on his seat and yelling, "Hurry up and give us food and Water, let us out quickly! Where is Marshal Celia?! Where is Marshal Celia! Let us out quickly!"
A soldier immediately stepped forward and forced him to sit down. The congressman was still struggling wildly, but he was forcibly handcuffed by the soldier, and he tore off his expensive tie and stuffed it into his mouth.
There were still a few people around who wanted to make trouble, but when they saw this scene, their legs softened and they sat down: "What, what is this, you can't do this..."
Lieutenant General Mo Wen saw Celia coming in at the door, and immediately stepped forward to salute. Celia raised her hand in return with a blank expression, signaling Kaleyan to follow behind him, and the two walked back and forth to the candidate seats together.
The entire public trial court was surrounded by heavily armed soldiers. At least hundreds of black guns were pointed at the parliamentary seats. From time to time, there were soft weeping and buzzing sounds from all over the hall. The purple-robed councilors on the high platform couldn't stand it any longer. Some of them were very old and could only lean on the back of their chairs. Their faces were as ugly as paper, their eyes were closed, and it was impossible to tell whether they were still sane.
Douglas was also in a state of embarrassment. He could barely stand up straight with his hands on the table: "What on earth do you want, Marshal Celia? It's useless to trap us all here. You can't be the speaker, and neither can the Alliance Parliament." Will be controlled by you!... "
"At this time, I know that I am the marshal again," Celia joked, "It's not easy."
"..." Douglas choked, and then said sharply: "I know! I know that you just want to continue to control the military, and be your superior commander of the alliance! But don't dream, the power of the alliance is in the hands of the vast majority of people , people charged with treason will never get votes in parliament! When the capital defense forces come to rescue us—"
There were a lot of expectant gazes from below, but Celia quickly interrupted people's dreams: "There is no Capital Defense Force."
"-what?"
"There is no Capital Guard, Mr. Douglas. When the Legion of Shining Fire stormed the building eight hours ago, the Capital Guard was blasted to pieces in their wake, and the survivors were thrown into prison along with the Gendarmerie."
The expression on Douglas's face finally became wonderful: "This can't be..."
"Then you just wait," Celia showed a subtle smile: "You can wait for the capital defense force that will never appear to come to rescue you, or after the election is over, we will re-form a capital defense force of."
Douglas' last hole cards were all overturned, and he couldn't stand still for a moment, and he staggered and fell on the chair. The group of councilors below suddenly showed a mixture of despair and shock. Some struggled to cry out, and some stood up excitedly, but then passed out due to hypoglycemia before they even had time to speak.
Douglas murmured: "You can't do this, Celia, you are killing people... you are killing people openly..."
"I can." Celia said calmly, "I said this is war."
When he said this, his voice was not high, but the penetrating determination penetrated directly into the hearts of the people. Douglas stared up at him with wide eyes, as if he knew this person again at this moment, and asked tremblingly after a while: "Do you want everyone to vote for you to continue to be the commander of the military department? No, you are Omega, those people in the military It is impossible to convince you, and according to the military law, you are not even eligible to run for election!"
Celia looked at him for a long time, and smiled for a while.
This smile is a little weird, as if he really thinks it's funny, there's a little bit of ridicule, and there's also some deep irony and self-deprecation. Douglas suddenly had doubts, but before he could speak, he asked, "When did I say I want you to choose me?"
Everyone around was stunned.
"The former Deputy Commander of the Glorious Legion, Lieutenant General Anatoly Don Kaleyan, was elected by the military department as my successor because of his outstanding talents and outstanding military exploits. The local garrison in the Ophiuchus galaxy has served the Alliance military for nearly four hundred years and has won countless victories in a series of battles, I believe the council is already very familiar with him."
Celia patted Kaleyan's shoulder backhand, completely ignoring the latter's stunned face.
"As my assistant and student, Lieutenant General Kaleyan has been studying by my side for hundreds of years. He has always been a qualified heir and has enough ability to take on the heavy responsibility of the commander of the alliance. Today, I will watch it here Let everyone cast a sacred vote until a result that satisfies me is reached."
"And until this result is known, you will be deprived of the right to go out from here - no food, no water, no leave your seat, no communication with the outside world. I hope gentlemen as soon as possible, because I don't want anyone Fell out from starvation and dehydration. There are no doctors here, and there will be no doubt about what awaits you."
The cold voice echoed over the gorgeous auditorium for a long time, everyone stared at Kaleyan in disbelief, but Kaleyan stared at Celia with shocked and blank eyes.
However, Celia turned a blind eye to all of this, and only turned to the member's seat, politely nodding slightly: "Now, pick up your electronic board, please vote."
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Note: The prototype of Andromeda is the Ethiopian princess Andromeda who was bound by chains in ancient Greek mythology.