To be honest, I really didn’t know that the parliament with a strict character and strict speech and actions was still such a wonderful head. The hundreds of personalities she retained after becoming a community of consciousness are amazing: especially the way she uses them flexibly The way is even more unbearable. But if you think about it, you can understand that her symbiotic state of consciousness is different from that of the Grand Warlord. The Xiling Apostle is like a 100% precise machine. They can gather all souls and personalities together without loss to form a unique and sober new Consciousness, and most mortal races cannot control their own minds like they control programs, so even if they form a conscious community, they will retain a large amount of self-inclination to prevent chaos-the result is that hundreds of personalities like the parliament live in peace A common set of memories.
The relationship between us and the council was mediocre before, and our communication was just a bunch of diplomatic rhetoric. Of course, the council did not reveal too much of our personality, but now the two parties are already friends in a certain sense, so I instantly realized the wonderfulness of this man. place.
After completing the handover of the relevant information of the human brain array host, and confirming that Tavel's mass projection and local scientists can get along well (in fact, they are getting along faster than I thought, do research freaks have a common smell?) , We chatted with the council for a period of more than 30 minutes, talking about the current situation and future plans of the exiles.
The symptoms are milder than that of the strange dragon god and the second lunatic under Viska, so both Sandora and I said that the pressure is not great.
Standing on the platform on the top floor of the parliament building, we looked down at the already vibrant city below and the vehicles passing through the tower ball building. If the homeland can really settle down for a long time this time around, I think my people will thank the New Empire."
"It's satisfying to be able to let go of the past," I said honestly, "Now I feel more and more that the mess I'm facing is bigger than I expected. The dark history of the old empire is really piled up."
Sandora next to me coughed awkwardly, then twisted the soft flesh on my waist and turned around.
The parliament did not notice such a small move by the two heads of state, she was already immersed in her vision of the future: "There is one thing I want to tell you, the Exiles Fourth and Fifth Fleets have held two joint meetings, and we are about to form The coalition government is here. The order of this universe will soon enter normalcy, and we will no longer be exiles, but a civilization that develops normally."
Sandora stopped what she was doing, and she looked into the eyes of the council: "This is of great significance."
"Yes, we are going to become a hybrid civilization, just like the Galactic Civilization Community," the council took a long breath, even though she is now just a translucent virtual projection, this action is subconsciously done, "To be honest, the civilized community is very impressive. I have already contacted all the representatives of the new generation of the empire's servant army, and only they give people the feeling... It is almost the same as the soldiers who face you. Maybe the Avengers will become just as powerful in the future Let's be civilized, after all, we have also experienced hardships."
"Avengers?" I was immediately attracted by the new word, "Have you changed your names?"
"Yes, revive the Civilization Union," said the Council with a proud look on her face, and based on the way she speaks now, I judge that the slightly broken No. 76 personality should have gone to rest, "Since the exile The years have come to an end, and compatriots of all ethnic groups have settled down. Naturally, we cannot continue to call ourselves exiles and fleet numbers. This name was proposed by Ke Kekina, and it was voted by two-thirds of the members at the meeting. Now the original All the races of the 4th and 5th Fleets will become a common civilization called the Resurgent Civilizations: fits well with our experience, doesn't it?"
"Er..." I was a little bit stuck in my speech, "It is indeed quite realistic, but I just have a sense of sight..."
"What? Does the name Avengers have special meaning in the empire?"
Sandora's expression on the side was subtle, while my voice was rather awkward: "No, it's just that the world, the capital of the empire, also happens to have an organization called the Women's Federation... I really didn't expect that there would be a civilization that would regard the complex (women) union as its official organization. call."
Although the names of the two are different, I just couldn't help but scroll and complain in my heart!
"Does this name already exist?" The council opened its eyes wide, "But it doesn't matter, there are so many civilizations, and there is no way to have the same name occasionally. I really like the name Avengers, and I voted for it. Twenty-seven votes..."
Sandora was taken aback: "You vote for one hundred and twenty-seven alone... Well, I understand, but is this voting method fair?"
"Of course it's fair," the parliament nodded quite naturally, "In addition, I cast myself twenty-three votes against and sixteen abstentions. The 'parliament' is fair. In the coalition government, I am not an individual not a status event, but a senate, and that's something that's accepted by all the people."
...Should I continue to complain about the Women's Federation, or should I complain about the parliament itself casting three votes at the same time and with a total of 166 votes? All I can say is that this world is really amazing... There are all kinds of wonders in the world, and all kinds of strange races will appear.
In addition, I know how many active personalities there are in the council: 166. Of course, she can't be a regenerated body fused with a mere 166 consciousnesses. This number should be the number of spiritual leaders of the Yunader people back then. But... I study this dry hair
"Speaking of which, I have a plan recently," looking at the busy urban air traffic below, and those citizens who saw the imperial shuttle parked on the parliament building would not show repulsion, but some people were looking here curiously, I think maybe the timing is pretty good now, "The new enrollment of the Imperial Military Academy has started, do you want some places?"
"Cultural export? Or the transformation of the next generation?" The council picked up this sentence almost as soon as my voice fell. I turned my head and looked at her dumbfounded, and found a playful smile on her face: how sharp is this? nerves!
But also, without this kind of thinking, the parliament would not be able to become the supreme commander of the Fourth Fleet, let alone lead so many refugees to build their homes to the current level in a short period of time. I didn't feel any embarrassment when this powerful woman spoke out about my plan, because since she put this sentence on the table indifferently, it meant that she didn't mind my small thoughts.
"For this reason, both the Empire and the Reunion Federation need the efforts of the new generation of citizens to improve the relationship," Sandora said lightly from the side, "but other than that, this is also good for you, isn't it? ?You should know what kind of place the Imperial Military Academy is. Being able to study there is even something worthy of being recorded in history for some races. In many cases, a macroworld civilization only has a few places for further study each year. Those in the backward world who are not sufficiently advanced will not even be able to win the opportunity to apply. More importantly, the knowledge gained from advanced studies... "
The council took over the second half of Sandora's sentence: "The knowledge gained from advanced studies is systematic and completely belongs to oneself, but the things directly supported by the empire will destroy our technology tree. I understand this very well. The old ones in the exile fleet The Imperial Servant Army has experienced a very sighing recession. They originally possessed the highest technology, and after the shutdown of the imperial equipment, they almost became primitive people in the United Fleet. Even with the help of other members of the fleet, they would It took two or three generations to recover. From this we know what kind of embarrassment it is after the technology tree is locked by advanced civilizations, but the knowledge gained in that academy will be systematic, although not so much It is cutting-edge, but at least it is of great value to a civilization like ours... It is a good deal, why should I object?"
Sandora and I both smiled when we heard the words: It seems that the attitude of the council is better than expected.
"I will take this as a bill and propose it to representatives of other races at the next joint meeting," the council nodded. "On the issue of candidates, there will probably be many new-generation citizens interested in this. As for whether it will be passed... Shouldn't worry, representatives of other races will have little resistance on this kind of issue, and I'll personally vote 150 yes, 10 no, and 6 abstentions..."
Me: "... every time I hear you say this, it feels weird... How does it feel to vote your own negative vote?"
"It's the same as when you wake up early and struggle with whether to put sugar in your brain." The council glanced at me, and then added, "Oh, yes, this is the metaphor I saw from the Imperial Data Network, that tofu What the hell is a brain?"
Me: "... don't ask this, it's easy to fight."
Next, the parliament consulted with us about the admission standards and course standards of the Imperial Military Academy. Sandora didn’t pay much attention to this aspect, so I answered on her behalf: Anyway, I am also a student in the school. The position of honorary chairman is coming. The entrance standards of the Imperial Military Academy are actually very loose, because it faces hundreds of other races at the starting line, and each student may come from a species that is completely different in life form and thinking mode, so the school only has two categories for students. The first requirement: the intelligence reaches the level that can accept the basic courses, and the thinking is active to accept the indoctrination of knowledge beyond their worldview. The second requirement is not difficult, no race lacks active-thinking idiots... gifted students, the first requirement is even less of a problem: every member race of the complex has developed cross-world navigation technology , they definitely do not lack intelligence.
And just when this topic was over, an emergency communication from the Avalon Command suddenly interrupted our conversation with the council. It was the voice of little Artemis: "Your Majesty, the news about the unknown intruder Something abnormal was found."
"What's wrong?" The Council asked curiously when they saw a slight change in my face.
"My family asked me to go back for something," I replied casually, "I wanted to have a meal at first... It seems that I have to go back first."
Parliament: "... His Majesty the Emperor still speaks so kindly..."
Sandora and I hurriedly said goodbye to the council, and a moment later entered the portal leading to the capital world. Ten minutes after Artemis' emergency communication, the two arrived in the central area of Avalon space.
The central area of the Avalon space is where the only "city" is located. The Great Temple of Ding Dong and the management center of the empire in this space are located in the same area. The Temple of the World Tree and the Control Center of the Death Garden are arranged adjacent to each other, and their respective resident personnel directly develop a city that mixes technology and mysterious style in the local area. This city has no name, and we usually refer to this place directly by a certain symbolic building here, such as the Great Shrine or the Garden of the Dead. When we and Sandora arrived, our first reaction was: Martial law.
The city has actually initiated an autonomous martial law procedure!
The energy shield on the edge of the Great Plains has risen, and the almost transparent city shield covers this magnificent building group. There are three beams of light parallel to the earth in the sky above the city that are constantly sweeping the sky. This is the city entering the sky. The traffic control signal is currently implemented as a three-pole air traffic control: non-military vehicles are prohibited from entering the flight altitude, and at the same time, single people other than soldiers are prohibited from flying over the control area. The city entrance on the plain is already in a state of multi-level surveillance, and a large number of imperial soldiers are patrolling the sentry posts, checking all those who pass the city entrance. It is estimated that civilians in Avalon are no longer allowed to enter and leave this place at will. According to the current state of martial law, non-military personnel working in the city may not be allowed to leave either.
"Atlantis is above, and it is also in a state of martial law." Sandora looked up, and behind the high-altitude clouds, looming was the conspicuous inverted cone-shaped continental base of Atlantis. It is hovering over a city under martial law that has been under air control, so there is only one possibility: that island in the air is also under the same control.
"Damn it, the two of us are just going out for a trip, it's not far away, why did it suddenly become so serious..."
I looked up at Atlantis, which should have been slowly crossing the sky, abnormally still at high altitude, and couldn't help muttering to Sandora. The latter frowned, but said something else: "The Capital District An autonomous state of siege without the emperor's consent is permitted only in one case, and that is when uncontrolled incursions occur within military units... ”
At this moment, I saw several figures coming out from the teleportation point at the entrance of the city. The one walking in the front was little Artemis in an elf-style hunting suit, and behind her were the imperial army headquarters in Ava. Several officers from the Long Space and two giant Atlantean warriors.
Unlike Shadow City, where most of the area is a civilian area and only the central fortress is militarized, Avalon Space is a semi-military place with a higher level of security, so the regular management of this space is by the military. It is composed of two parts: square and folk, of which Artemis is in charge of the latter. She is equivalent to the landlord and civil affairs chief of Avalon Space, who manages the affairs of Avalon's civilian residents on a daily basis, and also serves as a high-ranking priest of the Goddess Sect. Maintain the order of this space (Avalon is the place where Ding Dong is made, so the Goddess believers have to undertake the maintenance work), and the Atlantis warriors and imperial officers behind her are military managers: now these two parts The person in charge appeared at the same time, and the expressions on their faces were all serious.
"The military area is under martial law," I waited for Artemis to come to me, and said, "What's going on?"
"Forgive me for being cautious," the capable blond girl quickly replied, "After receiving the order, we began to monitor the flow of people throughout the space in order to find the mysterious 'intruder'. At first we found nothing, but after about two hours A few days ago, there was a sudden report of a stranger on the continent of Atlantis. The stranger was wandering around the power system of Sky Island. Somehow, he passed through the defense line of Atlantis guards, and even wandered all the way to the power furnace. beside!"
"Atlantis?!" I was startled, and looked up at the empty island in the clouds, "And got into the power furnace?"
The situation is instantly more complicated than expected. Atlantis is not the same as Monster Town, it is an absolute military zone! The whole family of Atlantis is a soldier, and their city is managed according to the security level of the military camp, and the sky island itself is also a war vehicle, and the security level of its power furnace is that of the sky island except for the control room and weapon dispatching. The highest place outside the center, now, that stranger has sneaked into the power furnace of Atlantis!
"God, please punish me." Behind Artemis, two burly Atlantean warriors took half a step forward, knelt on one knee, and said loudly. It seems that they were responsible for guarding the power furnace at that time. Sentinel Captain.
"The issue of punishment will be discussed later," Sandora waved her hand. "First find out what happened to the intruder before judging whether you are negligent. Judging by your current appearance, the stranger must have not been caught?"
"Yes, the invader disappeared," replied an Atlantean warrior, "right under our noses, she turned and disappeared through the protective grille of the power furnace, and there was no passage behind the protective grille. .There was no sign of the opening of the space door at the scene. In addition, we have checked the passage records of all the entrances and exits near the power furnace, and the equipment shows that... every passage is normally authorized."
We at least figured out one thing: the "intruder" actually has the authorization to move unimpeded in the military facility!
Is it necessary to screen all the personnel root directories of the empire
I turned my gaze to Sandora, and at this time, Artemis seemed to have something to say, and she coughed lightly: "Ahem, Your Majesty, there is another thing that directly led to the martial law. The situation seems to be It was many times more complicated than expected... The stranger who appeared in the power furnace... was an Atlantean woman, which did not match what was reported in Yokai Town." RS