Mythological origin

Chapter 93 The Covenant
"The teleportation circle in the palace seems a bit overwhelmed."

When Venis brought people to the scene, what they saw was a teleportation circle that was bruised and should have fallen apart on the spot, driven by some kind of strange force, operating in an incredible form.

That kind of feeling is like a normal person being cut 30 yuan, but all the blood still flows along the original arrangement of blood vessels, falling from one section of the blood vessel to another section without error.

A man who is torn apart, yet strangely maintains vital signs.

"It's very good. Using this kind of material, we can lay out a magic circle capable of teleporting to the seventh level."

"Why is there something wrong with today's teleportation?"

Before Bai Mo finished speaking, Cuomo followed closely with doubts.

He also followed to the Palace of Sanssouci.

Then he noticed the teleportation array under his feet, which seemed to be crumbling, but was holding on to the last trace of stubbornness.

"Leave first." Venis waved her hand lightly, stopping the royal guard of honor who was about to play and sing the national anthem in accordance with the rules.

Everyone was relieved and left with a standard exit ceremony.

Although they are also at the fourth-order level per capita, facing the two true immortals who have not suppressed their spiritual pressure, the suppression that comes from the life instinct is still very uncomfortable.

"Do you like this style? Do you want tea or wine?" Venis waved lightly again, and the scene in front of her changed from a monotonous dilapidated teleportation array to a tea room with Guhuaya characteristics.

Yes, Guhuaya, after all, this was a popular style hundreds of years ago, and the Huaya Federation is already a historical term like Ming Dynasty and Song Dynasty, but it is still alive in the hearts of very few people.

For the new generation who were born on spaceships and most likely died on leading ships, that is not even considered as a test point in history textbooks.

However, Veniss knows that many old antiques are good for this one, so she specially preserved such a skin.

Sanssouci Palace, as a giant building essentially composed of countless nano-robots, its reception room can be instantly replaced with a total of more than one hundred pre-saved skins according to the user's preferences to meet different aesthetic needs.

After all, the ages of the people in the empire are very different. There are old antiques who have lived from the chaotic era to the present, and there are also new trendy people. Every generation has its own favorite style, and the aesthetics are extremely diverse.

If you don't prepare more skins, many people will feel strange.

……

"Tea." Bai Mo skillfully grabbed a handful of the surrounding free nano-robots, and squeezed them into a teacup.

"Wizard Como, please sit down too."

Cuomo, who has been to the Sanssouci Palace for countless times, held his right hand empty, pretending to be holding the emperor's new cup.

Then the queen gave him a real teacup.

There are not many human servants in the entire Sanssouci Palace, because there are these nano-robots with countless programmed functions.

As long as Venis releases the authority to the visitors, the guests can get the services and items they want with a move of their minds.

Of course, for the sake of ostentation, the Royal Maids are always on hand, but they rarely need to appear.

After hundreds of years of scientific and technological development, nano-robots have been widely used in various fields of the empire. After all, the joy of instant success is really irresistible.

Most of the high-level buildings in the empire have also switched to the construction method of the Palace of Sanssouci, with nano-robots as the core of construction, and the highest use authority is firmly controlled by the owner of the building.

……

"300 years." Bai Mo grew a mouth from his fingers, drank the tea in his hand at will, and then the mouth closed and disappeared like a zipper.

"Yes, that's 300 years."

Seeing the two "old men" begin to recall the past, Cuomo, who is old enough to be the great-grandchildren of the two, is inexplicably embarrassed.

Although in terms of cultivation base, he is a real seventh-rank true spirit wizard, and Queen Venis is just a fake seventh-rank who can barely compete with a real fairy by relying on a fairy weapon.

"This crown of glory was forced on me by you 300 years ago." Venis took off the crown on her head, tapped the gems one by one with her fingers and smiled.

300 years ago, at the extremely simple coronation ceremony in space, it was Bai Mo who personally put the crown in her hand on the top of Venis' head.

In the human federation that was the predecessor of the empire back then, many true immortals planned to reintegrate the federation into an empire in order to seek the luck of humanity, trying to make a contribution to the founding of the country.

Originally, a group of true immortals had determined that Kirkov would be the first emperor of the empire after a complicated exchange of interests, but Bai Mo intervened and forcibly replaced Venis, who was only a sixth-rank, as the throne.

"You seem to have become, a little more human." Venis said suddenly.

"Yes, after letting go of some burdens, the state is better."

"Burden? You mean... the power of Taoism?" It was rare for Cuomo to interject.

True immortals do not have to face the erosion of the power of Taoism because of the method of becoming immortals contributed by Bai Mo, but the research on this great power has never stopped.

Now they basically think that Bai Mo did so many crazy things largely because his consciousness was eroded by this strange power.

No one wants to be crazy, but everyone wants to be strong quickly.

Everyone else can see the explosive growth of Bai Mo's power.

Although Cuomo didn't know the existence of white ink, he still had some research on the power of Taoism. When he mentioned the two key words "like a person" and "burden", he immediately reacted.

The corner of Bai Mo's mouth twitched lightly, and he didn't know if he could return a smile.

……

"You want to promote black magic, don't you?" Bai Mo changed the subject and brought up the so-called black magic.

"That's right, this is my common thought with Your Majesty."

"Can you tell me your reasons?"

"If he is willing to support...then I'm afraid all the resistance won't be a problem?" Venice, who knew Bai Mo very well, began to have some wild dreams.

"The rising space of the imperial monks has been almost locked by the 'property restriction law'. We want to use black magic to break this stagnant country!"

"You are... the empress of the empire, do you want to participate in this kind of thing?" Bai Mo looked at the scene of "Why did your Majesty rebel" in Venice with interest.

"You were the one who crowned me back then, don't you know the gold content of the word "empress"?"

"I have made an agreement that I will not interfere with the direction of your branch."

"Promise? Is it the Seven-Color Light Saint Contract?" As the former Saintess of the Light Saint Sect, Venis asked subconsciously.

(End of this chapter)