Humans collapse into slag

"Your Majesty, the virtual video conference is ready." The imperial secretary reported standing at the door.

"3 minutes." Emperor Yuan Chang said.

"Yes." The secretary backed away and gently closed the door of the exhibition hall.

Emperor Yuan Chang walked forward with his hands behind his back, until he reached the front of the Transcendor No. [-], reached out to caress the driver's seat of the fighter plane, the emperor suddenly laughed, "Actually, he looks...a bit like you."

The fighter plane was silent, only the silver ash leaf logo painted on the flanks shone under the lights.

Since Liao Xingshen died for his country in the third battle of Righeim, this fighter plane has been parked here and has never moved.

"33 years..."

In the silent night, the emperor let out a long sigh.

In the peaceful and windless night sky, the celestial tower hangs high in the clouds, reflecting each other with the brightly lit land.

Liao Yuning was sitting on the speeding car of the Inner Court Affairs Office, thinking carefully about the meeting with Emperor Yuanchang just now.

In the six years since he came to the imperial capital galaxy, his teacher Marovite has analyzed the psychology and behavior patterns of the supreme ruler of the empire countless times.

In charge of the Yinzhu Empire for more than half a century, Emperor Yuanchang has always been a majestic, wise and decisive Mingjun image to the outside world.

Before the age of 16, Liao Yuning never thought about whether the emperor would have another side, until he left his hometown and came to the imperial capital galaxy.

Thinking about it now, those days in the Fengshen Starfield seemed to exist in another parallel world, that world was simple, clear, black and white, so that at the age of 16, he looked a little too naive.

However, after so many years, Liao Yuning is no longer the nervous young man who was flattered and humiliated when he met Emperor Yuanchang for the first time.

He began to try to decipher the emperor's true intentions.

The bad things that Feng Wei did last night are probably put on Emperor Yuan Chang's desk, which of course also included Liao Yuning's Jedi counterattack.

After listening to Liao Yuning's story from his point of view, the emperor asked, "Why didn't you call for help?"

"Because I'm not sure if I can get help. That manor is the property of the Feng family, which is Feng's territory." Liao Yuning said seriously: "Since I have been plotted against, I can't leave my fate to others to decide .”

If the emperor felt something, his focus fell behind Liao Yuning, as if there was another person there.

"Yes, that was indeed the best choice under the circumstances." After a long time, the emperor said, "You did the right thing."

After 10 minutes, the flying car returned to the center of Weixing city.

When Liao Yuning entered, the housekeeper Diana and Lin Qi were waiting in the hallway to greet him.

"Ah Ning, how is it?" Lin Qi asked nervously.

"It's nothing." Liao Yuning answered Lin Qi's question, and then said to the housekeeper: "Aunt Diana, I have already had dinner. Your Majesty's treat is delicious."

Back to the second floor with Lin Qi, Liao Yuning roughly explained the matter.

"So, Your Majesty didn't blame you for cutting Feng Li's trachea?"

"Of course, I'm self-defense. How could Your Majesty blame me?"

"That's good." Lin Qi sighed, "Your Majesty is really wise!"

After comforting Lin Qi, Liao Yuning went to see his teacher.

On the same matter, the discussion between Liao Yuning and Ma Lovett was much more in-depth. He told what he saw and heard after entering the Lianyun Mountain Palace, but skipped the imperial chef from Dawn Star.

Finally, Liao Yuning raised his doubts, "Teacher, is it possible that Your Majesty has a personal relationship with Marshal Liao?"

"Your Majesty and Liao Xingshen must have met each other back then. As for the personal relationship, it is hard to say, at least there is no public report about this." Marovite asked: "Why do you ask such a question, young master?"

Liao Yuning shook his head, "Well, it's nothing." He thought maybe he was thinking too much.

Malovet has analyzed the public itinerary of Emperor Yuan Chang and the detailed biography of Liao Xingshen for him. There is indeed some intersection, but the time is very short.

During the war, the emperor visited the front line of Ligheim many times in person. At the beginning, Liao Xingshen was just an ordinary fighter pilot, and it was impossible for him to have the opportunity to meet the emperor.

In the first battle of Righeim, Liao Xingshen turned the tide of the battle by himself. Only after he became famous in the first battle could he be received by the emperor.

By the end of the war, Liao Xingshen had been promoted to the commander of the First Fleet of the United Corps during the war. During the stalemate of the war, he had returned to the imperial capital several times to report on his duties, so he should be able to see Emperor Yuanchang.

However, no matter what, one of the two was on the battlefield, the other was on the throne, and the time they spent together was only a handful, so it was naturally impossible to establish any deep friendship.

The Transcendence II can be interpreted as the emperor's nostalgia for the past, and the royal chef from Dawn Star may be purely coincidental.

Since Liao Yuning needed to recharge his energy to participate in the War Memorial Day activities the next day, he went to bed early that night and was ready to go to bed.

The effect of hallucinogens was less than expected, and Liao Yuning did not feel any discomfort. Although the next day's activities were important, he had experienced them many times, so he didn't feel nervous.

After relaxing, Liao Yuning adjusted his breathing and began to fall asleep quickly.

The dark and sweet night spread from all around, as if a warm tide had enveloped him, undulating smoothly and orderly.

Breathing gradually slowed down, and consciousness spread outward like ripples.

His body became lighter, and it was obvious that gravity was disappearing. At some point, he floated up, and the entire starry sky was spinning under his feet, drawing countless star trails.

At first he was a little careless, as if he was admiring a painting that had nothing to do with him, until he saw a space fighter appearing before the background of the starry sky.

It was Transcendor No. [-], Liao Xingshen's car.

He approached the fighter plane, and because he was attracted by the silver ash leaf on the fuselage, he couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

His fingertips caressed those silver textures, and his heart surged up. Thousands of horses and thousands of troops, one ride out the dust, these words of the cold weapon era can still be used on this fighter plane.

Exactly like in his dream.

The starlight in the distance quietly reflects the cold steel body, like the reflection of the flowing water.

Following the reflections, he moved his gaze, and suddenly found that the hatch of the cockpit had been opened, and there was a person inside. It was an Imperial Army pilot, and the flight helmet blocked his vision, making it impossible for him to see the other person's appearance clearly.

For a moment, he was a little excited and a little uneasy.

Click, the connection buckle between the flight suit and the helmet was opened.

Suddenly, a strong sense of déjà vu emerged in his heart, because this scene seemed familiar.

Sure enough, when the helmet was taken off, what was revealed was a face belonging to Mu Rong.

"Why are you everywhere?" He was a little helpless.

"Because I love you." Mu Rong said naturally, "Ning Ning, we have a lifetime bond."

"No, that's not love." Surprisingly, he wasn't very angry, but patiently explained: "The so-called love should be the mutual admiration of two people, which is based on understanding. That foundation, it's all just because you hit your head."

When Liao Yuning opened his eyes the next morning, the dream from last night was still clearly in his memory.

How could I explain the definition of love to Mu Rong in such a serious manner?

Liao Yuning turned over and buried his face in the pillow.

Is he infected? !

"What time is it?" After a while, Liao Yuning asked in a low voice.

"[-]:[-] a.m. Weixing City time." Room Intelligence replied.

"Let's turn on the light." He decided to get up, the morning activities are far away, and he needs to go out early.

After washing, Liao Yuning began to dress.

Today he would wear the black uniform of the Imperial Military Academy, which he preferred to the white one.

The two sets of dresses of the same style show diametrically opposite styles due to the difference in color and fabric material. If the white dress is elegant and romantic, then the black dress is brave and chilling.

Liao Yuning felt that this black dress was like a pair of armor, which could give him some kind of invincible courage.

After putting on the shirt and adjusting the cuffs, when Liao Yuning saw his wrist, Lin Qi's voice suddenly appeared in Liao Yuning's mind.

When you found you, you lost your mind, and you bit him...

Bite on the wrist, very hard...

And bleeding...

There were too many things yesterday, or they were ignored on purpose, Liao Yuning hardly thought of Mu Rong.

In good conscience, Mu Rong did save his life. Although he might not have died originally, but if he fell into Feng Wei's hands and let him slaughter him, that kind of ending would definitely be worse than death.

It will probably be disgusting for a lifetime.

Even if Feng Li was hacked into pieces afterwards, his hatred would not be relieved.

Even it out.

The actual combat assessment saved Mu Rong's life, and now the other party is back.

Very good, neither owes anything.

Liao Yuning looked at himself in the mirror and buttoned the collar of his clothes.

At 07:30 in the morning, the driver of the Liao family drove Liao Yuning to Wuwangshan National Cemetery.

Wuwang Mountain is located in the south of the Yunbei Plain, hundreds of kilometers away from Weixing City, and it takes an hour to drive by high-speed speed.

During the trip, Liao Yuning turned on his smart brain and connected to the star network, browsed some current political news, and then searched for records about Feng Wei.

The Feng family is already conducting public opinion operations, and is trying to whitewash the contraband in the direction that the driver secretly hides it.

It's too late, even if they can buy the media and fool the people, the emperor will not be able to pass it, and the more whitewashing it will increase the emperor's disgust.

I haven't seen the punishment for Feng Wei yet, but Liao Yuning is not in a hurry, he decided to wait and see.

An hour later, the flying car arrived at the sky above Wuwang Mountain.

The weather is not beautiful. At this time, Wuwang Mountain is shrouded in rain and fog. The dark green mountains are soaked by rain, bringing a more gloomy atmosphere.

Liao Yuning looked down through the car window. On the grassy hills, black tombstones were neatly arranged row upon row, stretching as far as the eye can see.

More than 100 million heroes of the Empire are buried in this place.

However, on the space battlefield, regardless of victory or defeat, it is very difficult to collect the remains of the victims, so the main significance of Wuwangshan National Cemetery is to commemorate.

There is nothing under most of the tombstones here, including Liao Xingshen's.

After the mourning ceremony, Liao Yuning stood alone in front of Liao Xingshen's tomb with a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

The rain hit the rain shelter force field above his head, making a crisp sound. The noisy rain isolated Liao Yuning from the whole world, leaving only the black marble monument in front of him.

There is no extra rhetoric on the stele, only the name, the year of birth and death, and a very short epitaph.

Liao Xingshen, 2626~2658, the vast sea and stars, the god of war will last forever.

So plain, so simple, but it accurately summarizes the life of this legendary god of war.

Liao Yuning bent down to place the bouquet in front of the tombstone. When he got up, he found that there was an extra person behind him.

The man was also wearing the black military uniform of the Imperial Military Academy, with a serious face and a stern expression, holding a bouquet decorated with silver ash leaves in his arms.

This is a somewhat unfamiliar Mu Rong.