What?You say His Majesty is a war criminal! !

Chapter 204 The assassination of the God Emperor, the terrible crisis of the empire (please subscribe)

The people who can stay in this luxurious room are all top dignitaries.

Control the industry of one or several star systems.

Before joining the empire, one person's wealth was enough to surpass all the kingdoms in the primitive era of mankind.

After joining the empire, their wealth increased again with the help of the empire's development.

And now, they are gathered here, working towards the same goal.

The energy and wealth that can be leveraged are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

There are not many things in this world that can make them feel embarrassed.

The man's words echoed in the room, causing these superiors to show a hint of irritation.

The other party is questioning their ability to fulfill their promises.

This is simply an unforgivable act, a blasphemy and contempt for noble people like them.

But the man was not afraid at all. He glanced at these people without any awe.

He comes from the ancient Assassin's League, an organization that once made the human alliance fear and fear.

Killing all the people here is an easy task for the Assassin's League.

Unfortunately, that would not be in the interests of the Alliance.

The man felt that he had given them enough face by being able to sit here and talk to these people.

He has the right to despise everyone here.

Worldly wealth is of little value to an Assassin seeking the eternal path.

If it weren't for the sake of occupying a better ecological niche in the Galactic Empire, they would definitely not cooperate with these guys.

The powerful man who handed the photo to the man showed a dissatisfied look, "We will fulfill our promise. You will get the assets of three galaxies, which will be enough to serve as capital for the rise of your Alliance. We will also sign a blood oath with the Alliance. As long as the tyrant dies. If you drop it, you will get more and even become the most powerful extraordinary force in the Galactic Empire in the future."

"Remember your promise, otherwise new candidates will appear on the alliance's assassination list. We will kill every descendant of your family and ensure that your family disappears in the long river of history."

The man said word by word, "You can doubt whether we can do it. The Alliance will not use words to prove something to you, but will use the lives of the oathbreakers to tell you the truth."

After leaving these words, the man bowed gracefully and exited the room.

Only a group of the new dignitaries of the empire were left in the room.

They sat in their seats in silence, without much emotion.

But their hearts were all filled with anger.

Everyone here is a noble person, the pillar of the empire, and the guiding light of human civilization.

Now he is threatened by a little assassin.

How to make them not angry.

If that damn Holy Emperor hadn't restricted their power in every possible way, they would definitely have found a way to mobilize legionnaires and psyker troops to completely wipe out this bastard.

Let the rats know the price of offending a powerful person.

A moment later, a bodyguard dressed in black hurriedly walked in.

"I lost track of him. He walked into a dark area and then disappeared."

"I know, let's go." The fat man waved his hand and asked the bodyguard to retreat.

"This alliance still has some capabilities, but I don't know if it can really succeed."

"No matter what, we have to fight. The tyrant has tightened the noose around our necks. If we don't resist, we really have no ability to resist."

Everyone in this room, their assets and power are already at the top of human society.

At this stage, what they are pursuing is no longer the proliferation of assets, but the control of power.

But the existence of the God Emperor made all their efforts in vain.

The Galactic Empire increasingly strengthens the unspoken social rules of the jungle and the survival of the fittest.

Encourage the new generation to challenge the older generation to make the empire more dynamic.

No one dares to say that they will be able to stabilize their current status and wealth.

With the development of the empire, more and more talents are emerging crazily, and all kinds of geniuses are springing up like mushrooms after a rain.

For power and status, they rush into various fields like crazy and challenge the older generation, trying to replace them.

And the Empire supports such behavior.

The older generation also needs to continue to make achievements to stabilize their position, otherwise they will be dragged down.

Empires have always been inhabited by the capable.

At the same time, the empire is constantly harvesting the wealth of the upper class and flowing it into the people, raising the living standards of residents and improving basic security in education, medical and other fields.

This also gives more people enough confidence to fight hard.

Because even if you lose, you won’t starve to death.

Coupled with the breakdown and reorganization of original family relationships, many people do not have to worry about the burdens brought by their families, and it also allows the younger generation to stand on the same starting line.

No one dares to say that he will be able to secure the power and wealth in his hands, and no one knows when he will be replaced! !

Even members of the Imperial Parliament face extremely fierce competition.

The entire empire is in chaos, and for the sake of power and status, everyone is desperately trying to get to the top.

If you don't pay attention, you will be swept down directly.

Even the families in the room are very likely to be swept up in one day.

The inheritance system has been abolished, and family inheritance has been severely attacked.

Social competition is so cruel.

If the descendants of the family relax even a little bit, they will be eliminated in the cruel competition and removed from the circle of superiors.

Let alone decline after three generations, if it is even slightly worse, the family will not be able to survive two generations.

There is no comparison with before.

This is why they are eager to get rid of the God-Emperor. Once the involution forms the consensus of the entire empire, there will be no possibility of restoring the inheritance system.

They are descendants of noble blood, how could they fall into the mortal world.

"Hopefully it works."

"If the Assassin's League is as powerful as they boast, it will not fail."

"What if we fail?"

Someone asked a cold question.

This made everyone in the room look at each other, and this was not impossible.

After all, Qin Zheng was surrounded by imperial guards and HBT's elite agents. It would be extremely difficult to assassinate him, and the possibility of failure was also high.

"Be prepared in advance. If we succeed, we will build an immortal family. If we fail, we will be completely destroyed." A figure stood up, left these words, and turned around to leave.

Silence fell in the room, and after a moment, those people stood up and left one after another.

They quietly walked into the secret passage and then left in a spaceship that concealed their identities.

Another space city in the Xuanyuan Galaxy.

In a hidden corner, the man emerged from the darkness and quickly transformed into another person.

He glanced over, saw the graffiti on the wall, and smiled.

Ordinary people have no idea what those graffiti mean and don't care.

Only members of the Alliance will understand.

He followed the prompts and entered a pub. After telling the secret code, he was led into a room deep in the bar by the bartender.

The decoration in the room was very simple, with an argon lantern hanging on the bare wall.

Other than that, there is just a log table and a few stools.

A skinny old man sat behind a table, tapping his fingers on the table.

"Lord Faceless." The man saluted the old man.

The old man turned his head, revealing a face without facial features.

These are the masters of the assassin's art. They can transform into anyone and replace anyone's identity to carry out assassination missions.

"How are things going?" The old man has no mouth, and his voice is produced by air resonance.

"The employer has submitted the target and confirmed it is to assassinate the emperor."

"A group of people who are greedy for power and want to kill the emperor and rise to power. But they don't know that without the protection of that guy, they are just a group of lambs to be slaughtered in the eyes of extraordinary people."

The old man's words revealed some truth.

In order to become gods, extraordinary people will not care about ordinary power and wealth.

Those so-called powerful people are worthless in their eyes.

If the empire is in chaos and no laws remain, then these powerful people will be nothing more than lambs to be slaughtered.

"Everyone in the world is foolish and will bring about his own destruction."

"Let's arrange this properly. That guy is indeed blocking the way. The political situation in the empire is too chaotic and deeply involved. It is far less easy to control than the families of the past in the Human Alliance."

There was a rare hint of helplessness in the old man's tone.

The current level of involution in the empire shocked him.

Merit, loyalty, and skill are all indispensable. Anyone who can get involved is the best among men.

If there is any stain in any aspect, it will inevitably be pulled down.

Most young officials or powerful people are very cautious and do not dare to associate with their hidden organizations.

Coupled with the popularity of the state religion, most of the gray areas have been squeezed out, and even if you want to intimidate people into going to hell after death, you can't do it.

On the contrary, the main propaganda of the state religion is that a traitor will go to hell and will not be redeemed by the God-Emperor.

Take the path of the cult and leave the cult with nowhere to go.

The existence of the Psychic Academy, the Demon Hunting Academy, and the Imperial Security Bureau have taken away most of the jobs of extraordinary organizations, leaving them useless.

Anyone with a right mind would not want to be associated with gray organizations.

It will affect the future and gain nothing.

The development of the Assassin's League in the Galactic Empire has been repeatedly frustrated.

In the past, you could use the inheritance method to seduce some people, but now, ghosts don't care.

The Psychic Academy awards academic qualifications and can help you find a job.

No one recognizes what they teach.

Now that I am so involved, I cannot find a job or reach the peak of my life after studying. It is not in vain.

As for being able to become a god! !
The empire's anti-fraud propaganda is very good. Throughout the ages, a few people have become gods.

If any living being could become a god through cultivation, the subspace would have been filled with people.

Nowadays, it is possible to coax some people with abnormal brains or those who have resentment towards the empire to join.

As long as the God-Emperor is not dead, the Assassin's League will also have a hard time, and its development will be full of twists and turns.

"Understand, this time, the world will definitely feel the fear brought by the Assassin's Alliance again, making them fear the dark night and fear us again."

The old man nodded and stood up, a terrifying aura of contempt for all living beings emanating from his body.

"Let's go ahead and do it, so what if he is called the God Emperor!! If we say we want him to die, then he must die."

Three days passed in a flash.

The huge airport has been under martial law for a long time.

A dedicated road was cleared from the tarmac to each area.

Airport director Zheng Fu stood high and looked around the entire layout, nodding with satisfaction.

After thinking for a while, he asked the assistant next to him, "When Your Majesty comes down later, you all know what you need to do. What should be done in the first step, what should be done in the second step, but don't make any mistakes." Basket. If we do well, it will be our chance to show our face in front of His Majesty, and it will be considered a name."

Throughout the ages, competence has been important, but showing up is even more important.

Zheng Fu was able to climb to the position of airport director. His EQ, IQ, skills, and abilities are all top-notch.

But he still lacks the capital to continue climbing up.

First, although the work at the airport is busy, it is not a great achievement.

Second, if you climb up the ladder, you will reach the level of real power. If you are powerful, it will be useless if you cannot gain trust.

Nowadays, some of the top officials of the empire are the people from the former Xinku District base or the period when the empire was just founded.

what is the reason! !

It was because they showed up in front of His Majesty in advance and because no one was available at the time that they came to power.

There are only so many locations, one carrot and one pit.

If you want to win over others, get higher level traps.

You have to put more thought into it, be better than others, work harder than others, and be more loyal than others.

For this kind of opportunity to show his face, there can be no mistakes.

The airport has been operating in an orderly manner over the years, and there has been no mistakes. If there are mistakes when the God Emperor comes to inspect, everything done before will be in vain.

"Don't worry, supervisor. You've given me instructions so many times," the assistant said.

Zheng Fu felt relieved now. He looked at the time and guessed when His Majesty would arrive.

Suddenly, a piece of information entered his database.

This is a standard Imperial interrogation code, used when aircraft enter and exit the atmosphere.

There is no difference. The only difference is that the biomarker of the verifier belongs to the Praetorian Saladin.

"Here we come, get ready." Zheng Fu shouted to the assistant next to him, his tone full of excitement.

Even if it wasn't to climb higher, it was to let the God Emperor see his efforts over the years.

He worked diligently to offer Him his allegiance and act as a cog in His grand cause.

Even if he only gets a compliment, or a nod and approval, he will feel satisfied like never before.

He adjusted his clothes, revealing as much as possible the medals and meritorious service he had received, and then stepped out, like a general about to receive awards.

clang! !

The loud bell rang.

It's the first sign.

Followed closely by the giant war horns installed in the airport, they were blown at the same time and made a loud sound together.

The deafening sound of the horn echoed in the magnificent airport building.

These horns are made from the hollowed-out tusks of the great beasts that once ravaged the wilderness.

When the God-Emperor unified the planet, he went on an expedition into the wilderness.

Cut down those terrible beasts with the sword.

And removed their tusks and ordered Imperial craftsmen to create these horns.

There are horns like this in many places in the Xuanyuan Galaxy.

They are the memories of an era, recording the achievements of the God-Emperor in unifying the planet.

This is the second sign.

The band's playing and the loud chanting sounded simultaneously and echoed through the speakers on every communication channel.

This is the third sign.

The people who came to watch the ceremony all waited with bated breath.

At this time, the Emperor's exclusive plane arrived at the airport tarmac.

It was guarded by fighter planes controlled by the Ten Guards, blocking possible attacks.

When the God Emperor's exclusive landline appeared in people's sight.

Countless cheers sounded.

Countless people were shouting and screaming, and the sound was deafening.

They are all crazy about the appearance of the God-Emperor.

This scene surprised several civilized envoys who had just joined the Galactic Empire.

It also made the members of those ancient extraordinary organizations look fearful.

Qin Zheng is too popular.

Once the galaxy is unified, it will definitely pose a huge threat to them.

"This guy can't stay."

Hidden in the crowd, the members of the hermitage communicated with their companions in secret words.

"Indeed, I have never seen an emperor who can make people so fanatical. Now, the Galactic Empire has not been truly unified, but it is already so crazy. If it is truly unified, I am afraid that his influence will last forever." "If so. In that case, our latent plan will no longer work. The power is in his hands. No matter how many powerful people we corrupt, it will be useless. The other party can wipe them all out with just one order."

After mankind entered the interstellar era, even during the period of the Human Alliance, it was never truly unified.

The relationship between regions is more of an alliance.

But the Galactic Empire is different. It is a true dictatorial empire.

All power was concentrated in the hands of Qin Zheng.

If the other party unified the Milky Way, its achievements would be far greater than those of its predecessors.

The influence is so great that extraordinary forces such as the Priory are not happy to see it.

They prefer a civilization where internal forces can restrain each other.

In this way, there will be room for them to be active.

Donate campaign funds and bet on the more powerful.

But if we look at the empire's current dictatorship, they don't have much ability to intervene in the empire's rule.

No matter how rich or powerful they are, it is impossible to provide them with shelter.

What's even more terrible is that judging from the power displayed by the Holy Emperor today.

The power this guy possesses will most likely allow him to live for thousands, or even tens of thousands of years.

This is definitely a terrible nightmare for all parties.

People from all over the world had tears in their eyes as they stared at the hatch that slowly opened.

The first to come out were the guards.

Each of them is tall and majestic, wearing flawless golden armor and holding a halberd.

Walk towards the hatch and line up in two rows, acting as a guard of honor.

The God-Emperor came out after them and waved to the cheering people.

Just this action made countless people burst into tears and howl.

For many people who come from other galaxies, this side may be their only chance to see the Holy Face in this life.

Qin Zheng walked down the gangway and walked forward along the red carpet.

Some people tried their best to reach out to Him, eager to touch Him, but they were blocked by the soldiers in charge of martial law.

Zheng Fu smiled and led his servants to greet him.

Saladin glanced at him coldly, almost making his smile freeze on his face.

That look was horrible.

It was like the scary look a miser would show when he saw someone trying to get his hands on his treasure.

Qin Zheng looked at Zheng Fu, glanced at him and his servant, and smiled.

"Let them come over."

When Zheng Fu heard this, he almost burst into tears.

He walked up and was about to speak.

Mishap happened.

A servant next to him suddenly got up and attacked the God Emperor.

Only countless shadows were seen squirming and filling the air.

A figure rushed out like a ghost, holding a dagger full of curses and malice and stabbed Qin Zheng.

"Tyrant, take your life."

As an assassin, Tobeld roared angrily and unleashed all his power.

Release a darkness that no means can penetrate.

The dagger in his hand is a weapon from ancient times.

It can cut through the skin of the universe and the bones of time, allowing the user to reach where they want to go.

If Xu Fu saw it, he would be amazed at the power of this dagger.

The one he possesses is just the skin that can cut through space, allowing him to reach any planet at will.

The dagger in the assassin's hand was obviously more powerful than his.

However, this did not allow him to complete this mission.

A powerful immortal was defeated by Qin Zheng who had not yet risen.

How could an assassin with just an artifact win over Qin Zheng?

Qin Zheng's eyes swept over Tobeld who was rushing toward him. Just one look made the assassin feel chills all over his body and gave him a sense of powerlessness.

Those eyes were so terrifying, full of terrifying mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

At this moment, time seemed to have stood still, and Tobeld could clearly feel that the flow of time around him suddenly slowed down.

Everything around him was frozen and turned into a living stage group image.

All sounds disappeared instantly, and everything around him fell into absolute silence.

Everything has stopped moving, and the universe is trapped in this moment.

"I've been worried that you wouldn't dare to take action."

Qin Zheng's eyes burned with golden light, and those eyes contained wisdom as ancient as the universe.

In Tobeld's horrified eyes, he saw a horrific scene.

In the endless flaming hell, He stood high on the throne, holding the scepter symbolizing supreme power in one hand and the holy sword symbolizing killing and destruction in the other.

He is the source of destruction, He is the end of everything.

He is the eternal Lord of mankind, from the distant past to the distant future.

Humanity was born for His birth.

It is the medium and opportunity for Him to enter this world.

He is destruction in the true sense, death in the true sense.

All the gods will fall into His hands, and even the universe itself will perish into ashes in His hands.

Tobeld's heart was gripped by fear, and he regretted what he had done. He knew that what awaited him would be a fate countless times more terrifying than death.

He will suffer in that fiery hell for eternity.

Those idiots have no idea what kind of existence they are dealing with! !

They tried to kill the master of mankind who could rival gods.

Tobeld cursed together with his mentor, the old guys from the Alliance, and the employer behind this mission.

Qin Zheng stretched out a hand and touched the blade of the ancient dagger with his fingers, feeling the incantation on it.

Tobeld heard an extremely shrill scream.

It was crying and screaming, fearful of the fate that the man in front of it might bring to it.

It made a plea, expressing surrender and obedience.

This is treatment that Tobeld has never received.

From the moment Tobeld received this dagger from his master, the will sealed in it cursed him all the time.

The insult was filled with all kinds of malice, malice, hatred and murderous connotations.

Tobeld has no doubt that as long as the other party gets out of trouble, he will definitely bring the most desperate revenge to him.

And in front of the man in front of him, that will was pleading, like a puppy trying to please.

Those resentful words seemed to disappear.

"Pretty good stuff."

Qin Zheng's tone was indifferent, and the flames followed his fingers and sank into the blade, forcibly twisting the will within it.

Tobeld could only watch helplessly, unable to stop it.

It felt like a strong man broke into his home and directly conquered his beautiful and sexy wife in front of him.

The dagger trembled, and the patterns on its surface turned into flame patterns.

The scorching heat came from the handle of the dagger, causing him excruciating pain.

But he can't do anything because time is controlled by the other party.

Apart from his brain still being able to think, his body was unable to make any movements.

After all this was completed, the invisible power caused real time to start turning again.

Changes in all things in the world are back on an unstoppable path.

Everything that had been stopped was rushing to make up for the lost seconds.

Almost instantly, everything happened.

Saladin rushed over with his halberd in hand, his movements reaching the extreme speed.

His face showed rage and extreme remorse, and the strength in his hands was frightening.

Everyone nearby also exclaimed.

The devout believers expressed fear and uneasiness.

Some people's eyes were full of anticipation, showing uncontrollable excitement.

Just one, last bit.

Tobeld wanted to turn around and escape, but he was controlled by an invisible force and stabbed the God Emperor just like he did just now.

He saw a look of astonishment on the other person's face, so natural and without any trace of acting, as if everything he just saw was an illusion.

But the burning sensation in his hands told him that it was not an illusion.

He has twisted the will within this dagger.

This dagger cannot cause any substantial harm to Him.

It's all just a show.

A stage play dominated by the man in front of me.

The other party controlled the rhythm from beginning to end, holding the threads of all the characters in his hands, manipulating them to develop towards the results he wanted.

Tobeld felt a sense of powerlessness that he had never felt during a mission before.

For the first time, he felt like a pathetic puppet, a wretch who had been fooled into the palm of his hand.

The dagger pierced the God Emperor's chest without any surprise.

Those people cheered in their hearts and cried to cover up their excitement.

Success! !Such a thought appeared in their minds.

But Tobeld only had fear in his heart. He knew what had happened to his dagger.

It can't cause any harm to the God Emperor at all.

He wanted to shout, to tell his other companions the truth.

Let them escape quickly and not fall into the trap of this terrible man.

But he had no chance. Saladin's furious blow had already struck, and his body was penetrated like a piece of paper. The halberd tore his internal organs, and blood spilled out.

The toxin hidden in the mouth was also automatically injected into his nerves.

Tobeld turned his head with difficulty and looked at the enthusiastic crowd.

He has no joy in completing his mission, only pity for his ignorant companions, who have all been fooled.

The killing is coming.

And it may be a massacre against the Alliance, or even against all extraordinary organizations.

If it weren't for this, Tobeld couldn't think of anything worthy of his personal intervention.

Tobeld is dead.

His brain was dissolved by toxins, and the mechanical prostheses implanted in his body were automatically overloaded and destroyed, leaving no evidence behind.

Under the gaze of countless people, Qin Zheng looked down at the dagger on his chest and staggered back a few steps. Several forbidden soldiers stepped forward immediately to support him.

Many fanatics cried, and they rushed forward to see the God-Emperor's injuries.

Unspeakable fear surged into all souls and seized their hearts.

Zheng Fu was pushed to the ground by the imperial guards, and his medals were scattered on the ground.

He was stunned by what was happening.

how come! !

Each of his servants is carefully selected, how could he have such ability! !How could he assassinate His Majesty?

Other Praetorian guards held activated halberds and asked everyone to retreat.

"Call the medical chaplain immediately," Leonidas called over the communication, his tone full of panic.

"Take Him away and return to the metropolitan area, where there are the best healing technicians."

Saladin looked around. He knew that there were definitely accomplices in the crowd, but saving the Lord was the most important thing now.

He did not believe that the medical treatment at the airport had not been infiltrated. Even imperial officials at the level of the airport director could be corrupted. Who could guarantee the loyalty of those medical personnel?

If the enemy wanted to assassinate him, he would definitely make multiple preparations.

Maybe the medical staff who came over had lurking undercover agents.

Return directly to the metropolitan area, that way you have the greatest chance of rescuing your lord.

A gurney was rolled over.

Qin Zheng was placed on the gurney, and several imperial guards who were part-time medical priests removed Qin Zheng's golden armor and treated him and transfused his blood.

To severely injure the God-Emperor, simple weapons cannot do it.

There must be poison and the curse of the Warp on the dagger.

The dagger was removed, put aside, and handed over to a dedicated person for safekeeping and study to determine what kind of curse or toxin it was so that the right medicine could be prescribed.

Qin Zheng was pushed back to his dedicated landline by the gurney, and several life-sustaining instruments were prepared and quickly connected to his body.

The cabin door slowly closed, and then it took off under the escort of fighter planes.

The piercing sirens rang through the airport, then Xuanyuan Star, and finally every colony and every space station in the Xuanyuan Galaxy.

The Xuanyuan galaxy begins full martial law.

Mine No. 1457.

The tired prisoner miners finished their day's work and dragged their tired bodies back to their cells.

The piercing siren also sounded at this moment.

This surprised them very much.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that Royce, an old man from the labor camp, brought news.

"The tyrant was assassinated and fell in full public view."

Royce couldn't hide his excitement and excitement.

Oh my god, that damn tyrant finally got his comeuppance.

I thought that I was so loyal to him in the beginning, but in the end, he treated me as a plaything.

Didn't I just try hard to climb up, but ended up where I am now.

"Did he fall?" Bikona asked eagerly. Once the God Emperor died, the empire would inevitably be in chaos. With the help of those who silently supported them behind the scenes, they might be able to rise again and return to the center of power in the empire.

"I don't know, but all the guards are panicking, and everyone's face is ugly. I heard that there is a subspace curse on the dagger. Even if it is immortal, it will not be seriously injured."

Royce's words were filled with crazy excitement, "Retribution, retribution, hahaha."

When the others heard the news, they all had excited expressions on their faces and clenched their fists.

Their plan was successful.

The rule of a tyrant is not indestructible.

"We must immediately find a way to contact the outside world and get accurate information." Nangong Quan was unusually calm, "We must ensure the authenticity of the information so that we can make the next arrangements."

Everyone also nodded.

They tried their best to stay calm, but they couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts.

So what about the God Emperor! !

Anyone who blocks the way of any major family will die.

I really think that I can cover the sky with one hand and dominate the entire galaxy. I really don't know how to live or die.

　This chapter is [-], plus the [-] at noon, reaching [-] today.

　　Since you are not voting actively enough, the God-Emperor is dead, and this is an era of chaos. Hurry up and vote, there will be a massacre, and you will wash your hands.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)