Your Highness, zombies are coming

Before Roman's hard-to-remember surname, he actually carried a long list of titles, the first heir of the empire, the supreme commander of the United Galaxy Fleet...and many titles that he was not familiar with. An indescribable appellation.He also remembered the praises of some nobles, which flowed like a flood—the most glorious future of the empire, the pride of the Andrew royal family, the leader of the reformation.

Those aristocratic girls, to put it bluntly, surrounded him with the fighting power of a zombie seeing a living person. Roman thought later that the reason why he got used to the life on earth, crowded by the living dead, had something to do with his past experience. Be sure to contact.

Before those shackles were put on him, and long before that, Roman and the old man at home traveled outside the home planet for a while. To be precise, the old man was still an outstanding girl killer at that time, and they On the run, the old-school families of the Empire banded together in an attempt to install a chosen puppet ruler—and before that, they had to kill every member of the Andrew family.

In the eyes of outsiders, that may be the most embarrassing period for Roman, but for him, it is more like the moment he is closest to ordinary people in his memory. His father is like every man who loves his children. Listen The child nagged meaninglessly, satisfying the boy's unreasonable troubles, and then took his hand and walked through the half-deserted border planet.

Later they returned to the palace. It was a building that could not be described in all the words about grandeur. Roman saw it for the first time. The place was too big, like a labyrinth that would never end. Then he was arrested Got my own room.There are only Roman and the nanny robot in the bedroom that can accommodate hundreds of people. After several months, he has not been able to see his father.

After waiting for a long time, only the old man from the Imperial Research Institute came over. They were all as old as museum specimens. They discussed for a long time with voices about to die at any time, and finally took out a blue obelisk, almost transparent, with only nails Normal size - we will transplant it to your body, and the symbiote will be your eternal and most loyal servant.

What do I need a piece of glass for, Roman asked, but no one answered him.The symbiote was put in his back, and for the first two days, he couldn't even lift his finger, the outer particle is merging with your body, it will take some time, the people next to you are So explained.Then he started to have a fever, sweat all over his body, and shiver under the quilt. The people in the institute said it was a normal phenomenon-after Roman took office, the salaries of those old academicians were cut in the first year-fuck it's okay, it's just Killed him.

"I'm Azathoth, hello, my lord." A voice appeared in his mind, like a whisper before going to sleep, gentle but awakened suddenly.

"I'm not fine at all, you can go." Roman replied weakly, he didn't expect a reply at all, it sounded like it was just a dream of his.

"No, I can't leave. In fact, I will always guard you, just like His Majesty once accompanied you." Asatos said.

"You know what I'm thinking? You're obviously just an intelligent brain." Roman asked in amazement, he sat up nervously, and touched the newly healed wound on the back of his neck. It was very shallow, and it seemed that he could easily pick it off come out.

"That's not the case. Only when your thoughts are full of that thought, will I receive your thoughts." Azathoth answered unhurriedly like a very patient elder brother.

"I just want to know why my father never came to see me." The boy muttered embarrassingly, while thinking about when to shut down the symbiosis.

"Your Majesty has his considerations."

"Everyone says that, and you are no different." Roman said disheartened.

"Your Highness, you are the heir to the empire, and your father is the emperor. The territory owned by the Andrew family spans thirteen galaxies and 400 million light-years. It is a right and territory that no one in this world can match. ...But because of this, you are different from ordinary people, you cannot love others, and it is difficult to be loved by others. Human beings call this a fair fate."

At the very beginning, Azathoth was a qualified mentor, rational, and fair, and Roman became the most qualified heir. He regarded everything as an established and predestined reality, and devoted most of his life to There was nothing difficult about pouring over the family fortune, as if he had been born to do it, exactly as Alphonse II had been in his youth.

What if he just disappeared, trapped in a place far beyond time and space, where no one can find him.Roman was panting against a wall. He had just gotten rid of a few mutated zombies and hid in the dark. The symbiote kept talking about the importance of healing the wound.

"Shut up." Roman said. He thought of Alphonse II, who had been ignoring the military for many years. His body couldn't survive a secondary space jump. After he left, who could be the commander-in-chief?Once the Papal State goes to war again, all the strategic fortresses and commercial planets on the border will be threatened with destruction.

His left hand was only wrapped with rags, with blood oozing on it, which could easily attract nearby zombies——Roman didn’t see this as any trouble, he just temporarily distracted those zombies, and let Issa find them first. A place to hide the children, I hope the other party has already found a good house, after all, it is already eleven o'clock, and it is not suitable for minors to stay up late.

The young man just felt that his mind was very confused. He thought about those political enemies and military threats, as if the empire would fall apart in the next moment—in fact, he also knew that was impossible, and some strange virus might have affected his ability to judge.

"I cleaned up the virus very well! Don't insult me!" Azathos looked quite irritable, and it seemed that the host who was unwilling to deal with the wound made him extremely dissatisfied.

"Shut up or turn off the phone, thank you." Roman closed his eyes, he heard a familiar footstep, it was Issa, the black-haired man walked quickly with a gun, tall and thin, with moonlight on his face Leaving a nice shadow, at this moment he frowned slightly, staring at the other's wrist like a surgeon.

"It looks like you've found a room, isn't it that zombies have booked everywhere?" Roman said, letting Issa raise his wrist. From the outside, it was indeed a hideous and somewhat disgusting wound—although It hurt a little bit, but it was never a big deal.

"You're supposed to be in pain, Your Highness," said the symbiote, before it was finally disconnected.

"You shouldn't run away alone." The man took out a bunch of gauze and medicine powder. It seemed that he had gone to the pharmacy to purchase them, and then carefully sprinkled them on the back of his bloody hand--Roman is real now It hurt so much, he gasped, his eyes blurred, thinking about how terrible the medicine in the ancient earth era was.

They had just separated at an alley corner, and before Issa could react, Roman had followed him away with the mutant with the spiked tail, which was honestly no different from a lizard. It slapped the ground and even pierced a wall, but in the end the prince burned it as a new type of firewood.

"I've encountered something more dangerous than these zombies, and that's not a big deal... Oh my god, it hurts even more, can I wash off the medicine? Also, are they really saving lives and not killing people?" Roman wanted to shake off his hand, but Isa held it down again. The man was very close to him, and he could smell the mixed smell of blood and sweat on his body. It was not a beautiful thing, but it was unexpectedly reassuring.

But that's not about strength, it's just that this man is so stubborn and uncompromising that he treats him as the most important companion-even though he speaks badly, he will still worry about me, Roman thought, and then he decided to put this The pretense continues.

"I'm a little dizzy." Roman said, and then he continued to adopt Asatos's opinion. Anyway, the latter has been completely cut off. Half of him is hanging on Issa, but the two are about the same height. See It looks very awkward.

The other party didn't throw him away or complain, but walked out of the alley slowly on the shoulders of the young man. Outside there were only cars in disorder, and the walking dead walking slowly. The moon was very round, dragging the shadows of all the scenery. Delao Chang, it was a night that was so quiet and reassuring.

The two of them were walking on the road. There was only one main road in this town, and it couldn't be smaller. It was the ideal camping spot that Roman had found in advance.

"You'll be fine." Issa said, even when comforting others, the man still seemed cold and unapproachable, and his tone was as unreasonable as if you were going to die.

"I know that there are not many things that can cause me to have an accident, and there are not many things in the entire universe-I have destroyed most of them." Roman replied in a serious manner, and he began to think about how to find some misery. The story of the story makes the companions care about him a little more, well, that doesn't feel bad, as for the guilt of making up the story, that kind of thing doesn't exist in royal education.

"Roman, I'll be with you, I promise." Roman tilted his head a little strangely, he didn't quite understand what was going on with the man's solemn tone like a marriage oath, he nodded, and continued to listen to Issa's words go down. "You're right, I'm a coward."

etc!I never said anything like that.

"I object to you going to that swamp to investigate, not for anything else, but I can't accept the possibility of your death, I'm sorry."

Roman blinked a little flattered, oh, that's Issa, this stubborn man who will go all the way to death will also say sorry.Asatos finally came up with a pretty good idea. It feels great to heal his wounds. No one has ever told him this - a conscientious symbiote will always heal His Royal Highness Roman's wounds within half a day.