desire reconciliation

Since the unification of the empire, the royal family Elliott family has been in charge of power. A new emperor of the empire came to power 30 years ago, and his rule continues to this day. This emperor is Lancelot's father, Wells Elliott.

Two days later, the final trial of Uriah was ushered in by the trial court. The old emperor was leisurely in the back garden, wearing a simple gardener's attire, wearing a straw hat, and holding a pair of rusty garden shears in his hand. Landscape trimmed.

"What? You said that Lancelot parked the Northern Crown at the gate of the trial court, and let reporters and the media broadcast it?"

The scissors in the old emperor's hand clicked and cut off a vine branch protruding from the landscape.

The guard who reported for him repeated the message he had just sent back.

The old emperor smiled and continued the pruning in his hands: "I want to see what my son can do for an Alpha. Report to me immediately if there is any progress." He waved his hand, and the guard bowed, Then exit the garden.

After the guards left, another person came out from behind the flowers, a middle-aged man about the same age as the old emperor, an Alpha with short brown hair and black eyes.

"Graeme, what do you think my son wants to do?" The old emperor put down the garden knife in his hand, took the straw hat off his head and slapped it.

The middle-aged man he called Graeme wore casual clothes, but he had a solemn and dignified look on his body.

Graeme looked at the time: "There are still 10 minutes before leaving the courtroom. He will know what he wants to do immediately."

The old emperor sighed: "Oh, you are still so boring after all these years, your two sons are much cuter than you."

The talking Graeme is Idri and Dick's father.

"It's true if you think you can be cute without worrying." Graeme picked up the garden knife he had put down, and was about to trim it again.

"Let me do it." The old emperor stepped forward and took the garden knife in his hand: "Dick's spiritual body hasn't been found yet?"

Graeme resignedly put his hands behind his back, "No, the dungeon forces are complicated, and our people can't find out in many places."

"Take your time, there is no rush."

"I'm not in a hurry, shouldn't you be the one who is in a hurry?" Graeme looked at the old emperor beside him, "His body won't last long."

The scissors clicked again and cut off a branch.

The knife in the old emperor's hand stopped, and his eyes sharpened instantly: "You don't need to say that."

As if his interest had been swept away, the old emperor no longer had the mind to build potted plants, turned around and left the garden without saying anything, leaving Graeme standing alone in the garden looking at the potted plant that had been cut bald.

On the other side, the gate of the Final Trial Chamber was already crowded with people.

All-round and multi-angle media shots, drones in the sky, were all aimed at the silver-rimmed pure white mecha in front of the trial court, and the blond marshal in black in front of the mecha.

"Excuse me, Marshal Lancelot, are you demonstrating against the Tribunal?"

"Bringing mechas to the Tribunal is a contempt for the rights of the Tribunal or dissatisfaction with the trial?"

"Is this action on your behalf or on behalf of the military?"

"May I ask what Marshal Lancelot thinks about the various actions and charges of the former Marshal Uriah?"

"Uria conducted illegal human experiments, illegally carried out Zerg mutation experiments, and treasoned with the interstellar pirates. What is your position as the new marshal who will replace him?"

"As far as we know, you only served as the adjutant of the marshal three months ago, and you became the acting marshal two months ago when Uriah took over the post of Zongyuan, but now you are more prestigious and capable than you. Don't you think De is not worthy of the position of Marshal?"

...........

The masses of reporters and the media kept asking questions. The blond young man stood in front of the pure white mecha, with his arms behind his back, without squinting. He turned a deaf ear to these remarks and questions. Straightforward, not angry.

The final trial proceeded as scheduled and started on time at ten o'clock today.

The whole process of the trial was broadcast live, as long as the citizens of the empire could watch it.

The reason why the Trial Chamber is called the Trial Chamber is that no excuses are accepted here, and the execution begins after the judge directly announces the crime.

Its power is not dominated by one person, but a multi-member voting system. The judge who announces the charges and punishes the decision is only the one who announces the result. This seems reasonable, but it also planted a lot of trouble.

The Trial Court will only hold a court session once in a long time, and most of the people who are judged are extremely vicious and unforgivable crimes.

This is why the trial of Uriah this time will cause an uproar in the empire and even the entire interstellar.

Uriah's name is too great, Marshal of the Empire,

The God of War of the Empire, the glorious morning star of the Empire, he guided the most glorious moment of the Mech Department of the Empire and won the victory of the Zerg War. He is the shining point in human history and the glory of ancient civilization.

It is such a person who is standing at the trial seat of the final court at this moment, accepting the sentence for the crime of treason and violation of the common interests of mankind.

Lancelot just stood outside the trial court and could watch the scenes in the trial court through the screens broadcast in real time in all directions.

He stared at the man on the screen for a long time. He hadn't seen him for two days. His complexion was more haggard than what he saw in prison that day. His clothes had been changed into new ones, a pure white shirt and black trousers .

Uriah stood straight, with an indifferent expression on his face, as if what the judge said had nothing to do with him.

He stayed out of it, as if he was just watching a ridiculous farce.

"The subject on trial, Kane Uriah, male Alpha, once served as Marshal of the Empire, serial number: 6279S-32A1. During his tenure, he conducted illegal human experiments in a research institute under his name in the underground city, which seriously violated the human rights of Omega. He also frequently communicated with interstellar pirates to sell state secrets. Because the empire has been peaceful and stable in recent years, the mecha department he led had no place to display it, so he had evil intentions and conducted illegal research on Zerg mutations, which led to Zerg Abyss changes several years in advance, causing the entire world The common interests of mankind are lost."

"I don't recognize it." The man in the interrogation seat spat out three words lightly.

The judge was a little taken aback at first, and his tone was a little fearful, but the identity of the judge forced him to continue speaking.

"The resolution represents the common will of all the courts. If you don't accept compromises, rebuttals, or objections, you are the ones being tried. You should bow your head and obey the law, plead guilty and serve your sentence. You have no right..."

Before the judge finished speaking, a loud noise came from outside the door.

The loud noise was accompanied by the shaking of the ground, and everyone in the trial court showed surprise.

Judge: "What's going on?"

As soon as the words fell, there was another loud bang from the door of the trial court, and then the steel door weighing a thousand catties was slowly opened. This door, which symbolized the supreme power of the trial court, had never been opened in such a way.

After the door opened, a pure white mecha stood in front of everyone.

In front of the mecha was a young marshal dressed in black. The pure white mecha seemed to be his foil, and the black and white colors were unusually bright.

In this way, Lancelot opened the door of the trial chamber in full view, the forbidden door that was completely forbidden to be opened during the trial.

Judge: "You... how dare you break into the courtroom! What are you trying to do!"

Everyone held their breaths and concentrated, wanting to see what the young marshal would do next.

"Didn't you hear him deny it?" Lancelot raised his brows lightly and said lightly.

In the trial court, the judge has the absolute right to speak, and the military department is under the jurisdiction of the trial court, not to mention the new marshal who trespassed on the trial court.

The judge jumped up from his seat, his eyes widened with anger: "How can the court allow you to be presumptuous, and the guards! Arrest him!"

There are indeed dozens of strong Alpha guards in the trial court, but their duty is to guard the judged, and the judged will be tortured before going to the trial court, and it is rare for them to make trouble in the trial court Several, not many encountered since the Inquisition was established.

These guards are usually idle jobs, but now when someone brings mechas to smash the scene, they are stunned for a while, and they even think that it is not a big deal to watch the excitement.

A few seconds after the judge's order was issued, the entire trial court was silent, and suddenly a reminder sound floated into everyone's ears.

"He came with a mecha, how do we catch him?"

As soon as these words came out, the judges on the stage straightened their beards whether it was because of embarrassment or embarrassment.

Judge: "He must be more than one person, and there must be someone operating in the mecha. Call the royal guards to take them down."

The huge mech stopped at the door of the trial court. The huge steel-cast monster seemed to feel that these humans were noisy. The heavy legs lifted and fell, and they smashed the ground twice, and everyone followed suit. shaken.

Lancelot smiled when he heard his words: "Your Honor, you don't seem to be very knowledgeable, haven't you heard of in vitro links?"

As soon as his words came out, everyone inside and outside the trial court began to whisper again.

"What is in vitro linking?"

"It should be possible to control the mech without entering the operating room."

"But I heard that in vitro linking requires a lot of mental strength?"

"Didn't Lancelot just learn mechs? His spiritual power is so high?"

"Shhh - Marshal Lancelot!"

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Some whispers also fell into the ears of the judge on the stage. Now he lost all the solemnity of a judge, and his face was flushed with shame, like a balloon that could burst with a poke.

The judge stroked his trembling beard: "Marshal Lancelot, what do you want to do here?"

The current appearance of Lancelot is quite like that of a dude who is not afraid of anything in other people's territory. Coupled with his delicate appearance, he puts on this posture and looks very disdainful.

"Can't you see? I'm here to restore my innocence."

The judge who choked on a single sentence was speechless for a long time. The grey-bearded judge on the stage had been practicing for so many years, and finally encountered the first hard bone in his life when he was about to retire.

"The resolution represents the common will of all the trial courts. If you do not accept compromises, rebuttals, or objections, you are the person being tried. You should bow your head and obey the law, plead guilty and serve your sentence..."

He repeated what he had said just now, but this time he was interrupted again.

"Oh, by the way, besides returning my innocence, I have one more thing." Lancelot still said calmly.

The judge on the stage learned to be smart this time, but he couldn't catch it, so he dragged it to see what the young marshal could do in their territory.

The judge returned to his usual solemn expression: "What else do you need?"

There was a flash of coldness in Lancelot's eyes, and the word "five words" shocked everyone, and the news spread throughout the empire with the real-time broadcast.

"Rebuild the courtroom."