It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

The room was exceptionally quiet, almost to the point of holding his breath.

The black-haired general stood still, his gaze fixed on the boy in front of him.

The icy blade rested in front of his throat, and his dark hair brushed across the smooth blade.

Mute, who placed the dagger near Troll's neck, didn't move. He turned to look at the queen's daughter, as if waiting for her next order.

Princess Salome stood on one side, and she looked at the two on the opposite side. Her golden forehead seemed to be a little darker, and her pupils were not as bright as they were day-to-day.

She looked at the two with a gloomy look. She didn't speak, and there was nothing in the quiet room except for the sound of breathing, as if time had frozen at this moment.

In this dead breath, a voice sounded abruptly in the room. It was a voice from a communicator outside the door.

"Her Excellency, I have just received an order from Her Majesty."

The voice of Troll's subordinates came in.

"Your Majesty ordered that you immediately take Her Royal Highness to the Emperor Star and take him to him."

The voice was very clear in the silent room, and the three inside heard it clearly.

Salome closed her eyes, a mess of blond hair fell from her forehead, her thick eyelashes cast a rosy shadow on her cheek, and a faint smile was raised on the corner of her lips.

She said, "Down the sword, John."

The boy lowered his dagger, the sharp blade turned into a metal ring, and re-wrapped around his wrist.

The prince looked at Troll.

The young admiral bowed his head slightly, and the shadow of the dark forehead shrouded his eyes, letting his eye socket sink deeply, no one could see the look in his eyes at this moment.

He turned and never looked at the boy beside him, and walked straight forward.

The metal gate of the room opened automatically. Two imperial soldiers stood outside the door and saw their bosses come out, bowing their bows slightly.

The girl looked at the back of Admiral Troll and smiled lowly.

She followed the door and walked out of the door. Her expression was empty, as if she hadn't seen the soldiers listed on both sides, and she walked forward calmly. The dark-haired boy bowed his head like a docile pet, obediently following her behind.

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Surrounded by countless small ships, a small silver-white spaceship quickly flew towards Emperor Star.

After a while, it landed on Emperor Star. Emperor Star is currently in an emergency control state, and no spacecraft can leave or land without special approval.

When King Salome re-embarked on the Star of God, she noticed that the soldiers on the planet had changed. The military uniforms of those soldiers no longer had the badges unique to the Royal Fleet, but ordinary military uniforms.

Watching the soldiers saluting Admiral Troll, she guessed that the actual controller of the planet probably changed the owner again. She looked back at the dark-haired boy behind her, and her eyes were blurred. , And soon came back to it.

What the end is, she has seen.

No matter what the future is, there will not be her in it.

...

The huge royal palace hall was empty, and the noble children who kept coming and going on a daily basis were no longer visible, and even the servants who served them could not see one, except the only old servant who led the way.

The attendant in front was very old, her hair was already gray, but her back was quite straight, her deacon was neat and tidy without any wrinkles, not even one of the gray hairs had leaked. Salome knew this old attendant, and from the day she was conscious, she was loyal to her father's emperor.

The stone slabs in the hall were smooth and clear, almost reflecting the shadows of the people. The old servant's footsteps were very light and made little noise, but the young admiral wearing dark military boots was different. Echoes throughout the quiet hall.

From the flagship to Emperor Star until now, he never spoke again, only to see that his narrow and long phoenix eyes were so dreary that the human feeling was cold.

There was an indescribable scent emanating from his entire body, so that the subordinates behind him were astonished and could not even make a sound.

Passing through the magnificent hall, at the end is a huge ebony door with delicate pure gold ornamentation.

The old attendant stood at the door, stood on the side of the door, bowed slightly, and behaved respectfully.

"Your Majesty is waiting for you inside."

He said in an old voice that he lowered his head to the two, and couldn't tell whether the object he was talking to was Admiral Troll or the prince next to him.

Troll reached out, and the heavy black wooden door with gold veins was pushed open, and he walked in.

A faint scent of air rushed forward, with light incense, dark black columns carved with delicate patterns standing on both sides of this small hall. Cheeks.

The thick black-red blanket was spread in the middle, and the lush fluff glowed black and bright under the candlelight, and it was extremely soft on one foot.

Crimson curtains hang in the middle of the patterned cylinders on both sides, unfolding layer by layer, and black-red fringe dangles from the edges. At the end of the black-red carpet, a slightly higher stage, a middle-aged man in a Chinese suit sits high on the throne.

The emperor of the empire, who possesses the supremacy of humanity, has a slightly sickly pale skin, his face looks older than his actual age, and a little wrinkle has appeared in his eyes, but even so, His looks are still excellent. Through his now bleak appearance, one can also imagine the amazing beauty he once possessed in his youth.

The emperor's hand stretched out from the thick sleeves, grasping the armrest, his fingers were thin, and his pale skin was almost wrapped in the phalanx, which made him look a little weaker.

But the moment he saw Admiral Troll appear, his original eyes suddenly lit up, as if all the burning candlelight in the hall had gathered in his eyes.

He looked at Troll with hotter eyes than anything—

"my child."

Staring at Troll without blinking, the emperor rose from the throne.

He stepped off the platform step by step, reaching out to Troll.

He looked at Troll's eyes so hot and full of admiration.

"My masterpiece, my best work."

But his look at Troll was not his father's admiration for the child, but more like the satisfaction of an artist looking at the objects he created himself.

"Troll, my child, you successfully passed the trial I gave you."

The emperor with open arms walked up to Troll. He looked up and down at the young and powerful man right in front of him with great satisfaction.

"You have grown up as I imagined. You are better than anyone."

"You successfully passed all the difficulties and came to me. You will inherit my throne and become the next emperor."

The emperor's eyes were fiery. He looked at Troll, but his eyes seemed to see the future of the royal family's return to glory through Troll.

There was a twisted pathological trace in his frantic eyes.

"Restoring our royal family's dominion over the universe, and stepping down on the family aristocrats who despise the royal dignity-I just created you for this-"

Troll looked at the middle-aged man with open arms before him.

Emperor of the Empire.

He is a 'father' in the genetic sense.

The admiral's dark blue pupils were dark, without a trace of fluctuation, and without any feelings.

The truth he has been pursuing for so many years is right in front of his eyes. He has imagined countless times how he found the truth, but now, that person is right in front of his eyes, but his heart can't make a little ripple.

He looked at the man like he was looking at a stranger.

The heart seemed to be frozen in ice and snow, and it seemed to have stopped beating, and could no longer feel a trace of human emotions, just like the coldness of metal machinery.

[Do you choose to pursue the past or the future with that child. 】

He found the past, but lost the future of that child forever.

Troll's indifferent gaze moved away from the emperor in front of him, and he turned his head to rest on the child.

This interior hall is very quiet, except for a few people here, there is no one, even the old attendant is outside the door.

The blond-haired queen stood next to the admiral. She watched her father, who had called her father for decades, and loved her for decades, got up from the throne and greeted Admiral Troll with fiery eyes.

Her look was extremely calm, as if she had expected it from the beginning.

The dark-haired boy bowed her head docilely behind her, like an obedient doll.

Troll's gaze looked, and all he could see was the child's dark hair, the tip of his nose and the lower lip coming through the gap in his forehead. From start to finish, the child never looked up at him.

The eyes of the young admiral were a little blank for a moment.

[I give you the universe. 】

The throne was in sight, but it was meaningless.

...

The emperor's eyes followed Troll's eyes, and his eyes went down.

Salome's every move was in his eyes. He naturally knew that Salome had brought this boy to Troll, and he also saw that Salome cleaned the memory of the teenager.

Salome's love for this boy didn't care, after all, Salome was an abandoned son in the beginning of his plan. But he was furious when he saw that the boy could put a sharp weapon on Troll's neck and Troll did not resist.

Troll is the most perfect work that he has exhausted.

The young and powerful emperor he created will surely lead the royal family to a glorious future.

He knows the origin of the child, and he knows that the child is likely to be the key to returning to earth with humans.

Because of this, he allowed Salome to wash away the child's memory.

For the royal family, humans do not need to return to Earth.

Originally, he didn't care about the existence of this young man who had washed out his memory as a pet, but the moment he saw that this child had a great influence on Troll, he was already killing.

As an emperor, you don't need feelings or special existence, that will only affect the judgment of an emperor.

"Salome, get rid of that kid."

The emperor said to the prince indifferently.

"..."

The prince looked up, stared at her father, and then turned to Troll.

She smiled in a low voice, pulled the laser gun from her waist, and the dark muzzle hit Mute's forehead.

The teenager who knew nothing about it still stood there, letting Salome touch the muzzle on his forehead without resisting.

——People who have been washed out of their memories and become blank have no self. They will obey the person they see at first sight and become the puppet of that person.

Will that man save him?

Salome thought.

All memories from small to large form a human soul.

When all the memories have been lost, the person has completely disappeared into the world, leaving only one empty shell.

For that man, instead of keeping that empty shell alive, it is better to let that empty shell disappear completely.

From leaving the flagship to the present, Troll has never seen the child again.

Wang Nu's finger was pressed on the trigger.

The dark muzzle was between the boy's eyebrows, and the boy looked at the king girl with black eyes in fog, standing quietly there.

The girl looked at him, her fingers slowly buckled—

One hand reached over and grabbed the girl's laser gun.

Salome turned her head and she saw Troll standing next to her and grabbing her gun.

The candlelight was shaking on the white admiral's white cheeks, and the shadow was covering Admiral's eye socket. She couldn't see the look in Troll's eyes, but she could see Troll's lips tightened into a straight line and the clasp Fingers that tighten the laser gun so that the gun starts to deform.

She didn't speak, but just let go of her gun expressionlessly, and let Troll take away the laser gun that had been deformed.

The emperor glanced at everything in front of him.

He turned around, slowly walked back to the high platform, and sat back on the throne.

He sat there, looking down at the two men below, his eyes slowly glanced over his two children, and his eyes became a bit indifferent.

"You can't disobey me, Troll."

He said with a cold voice.

"I am the one who created you, and I will not allow you to go against my will."

The black-haired general raised his eyes and looked at the emperor above the throne, indifferent and unemotional.

He looked at the emperor's gaze as if he was looking at a stone by the road, and it was this indifferent gaze that completely annoyed the high emperor.

That is his masterpiece, his work is something that belongs to him.

It is the most unforgivable thing for the creator to violate the will of the Creator.

Penalties must be imposed.

The emperor sat on the throne, his right hand rested on the wide armrest of the throne, and his fingertips moved slightly.

Deep into the pale skin of his arm, the tiny controller hidden under the pale cyan blood vessels was activated as his mind turned.

A light curtain appeared at his fingertips, and he pointed at the cyan light curtain, and the ripples of light scattered from where he pointed.

The things he made must not be out of his control.

A huge pain exploded violently from the inside of the body. The pain like current eroding the blood vessels of the body ran through the limbs, tearing the internal organs.

Almost for a moment, Troll dropped a knee on the ground, he dropped his head, his hands on the ground, his face pale and terrible, and sweat dripping from his cheeks.

He clenched his teeth and rattled his teeth-just for a moment, his dark hair was soaked with sweat and wet against his pale face-although he clenched his teeth and made no sound However, his irresistible twitching eyes and twisted face made it impossible to imagine how unbelievable pain he was suffering at the moment.

His clenched lips were pale and pale.

"Right hand! Inside the arm!"

At this moment, the Wang Nv, who had been gazing blankly and expressionlessly, suddenly made a noise.

As soon as her words fell away, a cluster of blue light twined around the emperor's right arm above the throne.

The sound of a ripped ruffle was accompanied by a scream.

The emperor's right arm was torn apart by an invisible force in the air.

Blood splattered and stained one side of the throne, and the right arm that had been torn apart swiftly through an arc in the air, fell to the feet of the king's daughter, and the splashed blood was sprayed on the king's dark boots .

The young man was suspended in midair, his short black hair was surrounded by invisible air flow and floated on his cheek. His outstretched shiny hand was facing the emperor on the throne.

He gasped slightly, his eyes flashing blue.

The next second, the blue light in his pupil disappeared.

Mute's hair fell from his cheeks, and his feet landed on the ground.

The moment his feet landed, he stepped forward, his knees fell, and he knelt in front of Troll.

He reached out his hand and held Admiral Troll tightly.

"Not afraid."

Mute said he was still breathing a bit, his arms tightly around Admiral Troll's neck.

He hugged Troll, his expression seemed nervous, and what he said was like coaxing a child.

He said, "I am here, not afraid."