From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 211 Father and daughter talk at night
Star Dragon Empire, capital Saint Saunière.

The Grand Palace, located on the Meridian, is the most magnificent ground-level building ever built by mankind.

Neither within the Star Dragon Empire nor the people of the Federation have any objections to this point.

The palace, which is hundreds of meters high, is like a sleeping dragon, entrenched in the center of the city.

No one knows how many Imperial Golden Dragons the Star Dragon Empire spent to build this magnificent building.

Perhaps this is a wonder that cannot be measured by cost.

Every ceiling in the Grand Palace is covered with crystal lamps of the highest purity. Each crystal shines brightly, as if it contains fragments of stars.

The floor was covered with extremely gorgeous red carpets. These carpets, handmade by traditional craftsmen, were inlaid with golden dragon patterns, highlighting the 'noble' bloodline of the Star Dragon Empire's royal family.

The murals in the palace depict the glorious history and legendary stories of the Star Dragon Empire, and each painting describes a major event in the history of the Star Dragon Empire.

Painted by the empire's top painters, these murals are full of mystery and imagination.

Above the heads of these believers, there are those rotary-wing drones that are constantly hovering, and the photoelectric probes, electromagnetic machine guns, and rockets mounted below them.

The sudden visit of the Imperial Princess caught the entire Saint-Saunière staff off guard.

Under the cover of night, these fanatical believers looked at the palace in the distance "covered with stars" and worshiped.

No one expected that Her Royal Highness the Princess, who visited various populated areas in the empire all year round, would suddenly visit tonight.

If you stare closely at these murals, you may get lost in the scenes these murals depict.

Especially today is the 'Archbishop's Preaching Day' once a month. A large number of believers gather here, and the security pressure is extremely high.

There are even rumors that powerful psychics "blessed" them during the painting process of these murals.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess's motorcade will arrive at the main entrance of the Grand Palace in 5 minutes. Please keep all alert units along the way and do not take it lightly!"

Invisible radio waves continued to spread in the air. Under the command of the "Supervisor Angel" hovering in the sky, the garrison with live ammunition continuously maneuvered in the city to maintain basic order.

With a total length of 317 meters and a total width of 542 meters, the CL-1201 has become the largest atmospheric aircraft ever built by humans.

"Call the dispatch center. There is a large-scale fight between believers on Austin Avenue. The non-lethal bomb squad needs to intervene. Over!"

As the dispatch center of the Saint-Saunière mobile, the body of the 'Inspector Angel' - the CL-1201 'Sanctuary' super large transport aircraft carrier, is a crazy product of the Imperial Aerodynamics Research Institute.

However, when the dispatcher saw that the convoy entered the Grand Palace safely, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There are also HCPs and multi-legged chariots guarding the crowd around the square, adding a touch of comedy to this originally sacred scene.

Believers across the empire worship the legendary dragon god and regard the Grand Palace as the most sacred place.

Whenever night falls, the star patterns on the outer walls of the Grand Palace will gradually flicker, as if the stars in the sky have settled here.

After all, this magnificent Grand Palace is not only the political center, but also the place of belief in the empire's national religion.

"Attention, Second Mobile Patrol Team, this is the dispatch center. There is a spreading commotion in the West Square. Please go to support immediately."

If you come to the four squares on the southeast, northwest and four sides of the Grand Palace at this time, you will find a large number of believers gathered here.

At the top of the Grand Palace, a huge Star Dragon Altar stands there. The light emanating from the altar is like the power of a dragon, which is awe-inspiring.

At this moment, in the dispatch center on the third floor of the Supervisory Angel, the main dispatcher was concentrating on the fleet captured on the screen through the optical observation component of the Supervisory Angel.

In the Grand Palace, which is guarded by the Forbidden Army, they don't need to worry about the safety of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess has entered the Grand Palace. The alert level of this ship has been lowered and dispatch resources have begun to be reallocated."

The convoy finally stopped at the door of the deepest chamber of the Grand Palace, where the Emperor of the Star Dragon Empire, Frederico Rosa Leon, had been bedridden for a long time.

Under the service of the maid, Her Royal Highness Princess Agnes Barbara Lyon, wearing a gorgeous red and white dress, stepped out of the car.

She has long shining platinum hair that hangs down to her waist, and a pair of S-shaped horns on her head grow out from behind her temples.

The root, which is about two fingers wide, first extends upward, then descends in an arc, and finally draws a rounded upward arc.

When she raised her proud head, her slender neck reflected lines similar to dragon scales under the illumination of the surrounding crystal lamps.

Agnes raised her slender arms and gently pushed the ends of her hair away from her forehead with her onion-like fingers. Her stunning appearance was enough to make the stars and the moon dim.

"Your Highness, Princess, you are here. Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time." A middle-aged man wearing a waiter's robe walked down the stairs of the palace. The complicated patterns on the sleeves of the robe showed that he was the current chief attendant.

However, Agnes completely ignored the royal minister and walked directly towards the steps with her maid and guards.

Although most people don't know his background, Agnes has found out through her own channels that this person is a hidden Regent.

Although he was completely ignored by Her Royal Highness, the expression of the chief servant was not affected at all and he still maintained a decent smile.

He walked one position behind Agnes and continued:
"Your Highness Princess, your bedroom has been rearranged, if you need to stay overnight tonight."

"Shut up."

Agnes' cold voice sounded at the door of the palace.

The chief retinue felt as if he was being shouted at by countless people from different directions and in different voices, and his whole body lost a moment of clarity in an instant.

He pinched his fingers under his sleeves and robe hard so that he could wake up in time.

When he looked up again, the imperial princess had already entered the emperor's palace.

Her maids and guards have consciously guarded the gate, and the original imperial guards at the palace entrance have also skillfully formed a posture of covering each other with them.

Only Agnes' last words remained in the air:

"This is my home, I don't need you to talk here."

"Here you come, my child."

Frederico Rosa Leon stood up on the bed and looked at his daughter who was slowly walking towards him.

"Everyone stand down, including you."

Although the old emperor's voice was a little weak, it still resounded throughout the palace.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the other side of his bed. A blue light symbolizing psychic energy flashed in the empty place.

A figure dressed as a royal silencer appeared out of thin air.

He bowed respectfully to the old emperor, and then slowly retreated towards the door of the palace.

The moment he passed Agnes, the only remaining sixth-level psyker in the empire, he seemed to see a pair of dragon wings flashing in the shadow of the imperial princess.

When only Leon and his daughter were left in the palace, the noble imperial princess finally spoke:

"The Archbishop is not here today?"

"Ahem. He should be preaching at the altar right now. What's wrong, my daughter?"

"Nothing, just asking."

Agnes walked to her father's bedside and sat down. Looking at the frail old man on the bed, she found that it was difficult to connect him with the 'father' who controlled the empire in her memory.

"According to the itinerary planned at the beginning of the year, shouldn't you be visiting Duke Artesia's fief now?"

"The schedule has been adjusted, Father."

Agnes gently held her father's hand. The 'dragon scales' on the back of this monarch's hand, once known as the 'Imperial Dragon', had begun to shrink.

This is a symbol that his life has begun to count down.

“The people and lords in the border areas have recently intensified their criticism of the empire and the royal family, and there are even signs of inciting secession and independence, so I temporarily adjusted my itinerary.

After coming to meet you tonight, I will leave for the border tomorrow. "

"Child, are you sure you want to go there at this time?"

Frederico suddenly sat up. He held his daughter's hand firmly, his eyes full of worry.

"If you do this, wouldn't you give him a chance?"

"Sometimes, retreat is a good choice, Father."

(End of this chapter)