To be honest, I didn’t know that the parliament, which looked strict in personality and rigid in speaking and doing things, was such a wonderful end. The hundreds of personalities she retained after becoming a community of consciousness were amazing: especially the way she used them flexibly.
The method is even more unbearable to look at. But if you think about it, you can understand that her state of symbiotic consciousness is different from that of the Grand Overseer. The Xiling Apostles are like 100% accurate machines. They can bring together all souls and personalities without loss.
, forming a unique and clear new consciousness, and most mortal races cannot control their own minds like control programs, so even if they form a community of consciousness, they will retain a lot of self-tendency to prevent falling into chaos. The result is that the parliament is like this
Hundreds of personalities peacefully share a set of memories.
In the past, the relationship between us and the Parliament was average, and our communication was just a bunch of diplomatic rhetoric. Of course, the Parliament did not reveal much of its own personality, but now both parties are friends in a certain sense, so I instantly realized the wonderfulness of this person.
place.
After completing the handover of data related to the human brain array host and confirming that Tavel's mass projection and local scientists can get along well (in fact, they got along faster than I thought, do all research geeks have the same smell?)
, we chatted with the council for a period of time, which lasted for more than 30 minutes, talking about the current situation of the exiles and their future plans. The council talked endlessly: Personality No. 76 seems to be a slight distraction.
The symptoms were milder than those of the weird dragon god and the two lunatics under Viska, so Sandora and I both said we were not under much pressure.
Standing on the platform on the top floor of the parliament building, we looked down at the already vibrant city below and the endless traffic passing under the tower building. The parliament was quite emotional and pleased: "It seems that the wound is healing faster than imagined.
If our homeland can truly be settled for a long time this time, I think my people will definitely be grateful to the new empire."
"It's very satisfying to put aside the past grudges." I said honestly. "Now I feel more and more that the mess I am facing is bigger than expected. There are so many dark histories of the old empire."
Sandora next to me coughed awkwardly, then twisted the soft flesh on my waist and turned it around.
The parliament did not notice such small actions by the two imperial heads. She was already immersed in her own vision of the future: "There is one thing I want to tell you. The Fourth and Fifth Fleets of the Exiles have held two joint meetings. We are about to form
United government. The order of this universe will soon enter normality, and we will no longer be exiles, but a normally developing civilization."
Shandora stopped what she was doing and looked into the parliament's eyes: "This is of great significance."
"Yes. We want to become a hybrid civilization, just like the galactic civilization community," the council made a long sigh. Even though she was just a translucent virtual projection, this action was still done subconsciously.
"To be honest, the Civilization Community is very impressive. I have contacted all the representatives of the new generation of the empire's servant armies, and only they give me the same feeling... as the soldiers who face you directly. Maybe the Avengers will become as powerful in the future.
Civilization, after all, we have also experienced hardships."
"Avengers?" I was immediately attracted by this new word. "You have changed your name?"
"Yes, the Resurrection Civilized Federation." There was a proud look on the council's face. In addition, based on the way she spoke now, I judged that the slightly broken personality No. 76 should have gone to rest, "Since the exiled
The years have ended, and compatriots of all ethnic groups have settled down. Naturally, we cannot continue to call ourselves exiles and fleet numbers. This name was proposed by Cocokina and was voted by two-thirds of the members during the meeting. Now the original
All races of the Fourth and Fifth Fleets will become a common civilization, called the Resurrection Civilization Union: it is very consistent with our experience, isn't it?"
"Um..." I was a little stuck in my words, "It's indeed quite realistic, but I have a little sense of reality..."
"What? Does the name Avengers have special meaning in the empire?"
Shandora's expression was subtle next to her, while my voice was rather embarrassing: "No, it's just that the world of the capital of the empire also happens to have an organization called the Women's Federation... I really didn't expect that there would be a civilization that would regard the Complex (Women's) Federation as its own.
Formal title."
Although the names of the two are different, I just couldn’t help but scroll and complain in my heart!
"Does this name already exist?" The council opened its eyes wide, "But it doesn't matter, there are so many civilizations, and there is nothing we can do about the occasional duplicate name. I really like the name Avengers, and I voted a hundred for it.
Twenty-seven votes..."
Sandora was stunned: "You vote one hundred and twenty-seven alone... Okay, I understand, but is this voting method fair?"
"Of course it's fair," the parliament nodded matter-of-factly. "In addition, I gave myself twenty-three votes against and sixteen abstentions. 'Parliament' is fair. In the coalition government, I am not an individual."
It is not an identity activity but a senatorial group, which is something that is accepted by all the people."
...Should I continue to complain about the Women's Federation, or should I complain about the Parliament itself voting for three types of votes at the same time and the total number of votes is 166? I can only say that this world is really wonderful... There are all kinds of strange things in the world, and all kinds of strange races will appear.
In addition, I know how many active personalities there are in the council: 166. Of course she cannot be a reborn body fused from just 166 consciousnesses. This number should be the number of spiritual leaders of the Yunad people back then. But... I researched
This dry hair?
"Speaking of which, I have a plan recently," he said, looking at the busy urban air traffic below and the citizens who didn't show any repulsion when they saw the Imperial shuttle parked on the parliament building. Instead, some were looking here curiously.
I thought maybe now was a good time, "The new enrollment period for the Imperial Military Academy has begun. Do you want some of the places?"
"Cultural export? Or transformation of the next generation?" The council picked up this sentence almost as soon as I finished speaking. I turned around and saw a playful smile on her face: How keen is this?
Nerves!
But yes, without this kind of brain, the Council would not be able to become the supreme commander of the Fourth Fleet, let alone lead so many refugees to build their homeland to the current level in a short period of time. What this powerful woman said
I didn't feel any embarrassment when I revealed my plan, because since she put this sentence on the table without caring, it means that she doesn't mind my little idea either.
"For this reason, both the Empire and the Avengers need the efforts of the new generation of citizens to improve their relationship," Sandora said lightly from the side, "But in addition, this is also good for you, isn't it?
You should know what kind of place the Imperial Military Academy is. Being able to study there is even worthy of being recorded in history for some races. In many cases, a macro-world civilization only has a few places for further study every year.
, some backward worlds that are not civilized enough can even not get the opportunity to register. More importantly, the knowledge gained from further training..."
The council took over the second half of Sandora's words: "The knowledge gained from training is systematic and belongs entirely to oneself. However, things directly supported by the empire will destroy our technology tree. I understand this very well. The old people in the exile fleet
The Imperial Servant Army has experienced a very lamentable period of decline. They originally had the highest technology, but after the imperial equipment was shut down one after another, they almost became primitive people in the combined fleet. Even with the help of other members of the fleet, they
It took two or three generations to recover. From this, we know what kind of embarrassment the technology tree is after being locked by advanced civilization, but the knowledge gained in that academy will be systematic. Although not much
It’s cutting-edge, but at least it’s of great value to a civilization like ours… It’s a very cost-effective thing, why should I object?”
Shandora and I both smiled when we heard this: It seems that the attitude of the council is better than expected.
"I will put this as a motion to the representatives of other races at the next joint meeting," the council nodded. "On the issue of candidates, there will probably be many new generation citizens who are interested in it. As for whether it will be passed...
...There should be no need to worry, representatives of other races will not have any resistance on this issue, and I personally will vote one hundred and fifty in favor, ten against and six abstentions..."
Me: "...I feel weird every time I hear you say this... How does it feel for you to vote against it yourself?"
"It's just like when you wake up early and wonder whether to put sugar in your brain." The council glanced at me, and then added, "Oh, by the way, this is a metaphor I saw from the Imperial Data Network, that tofu
What on earth is a brain?”
Me: "...Don't ask this, it's easy to get into a fight."
Next, the council consulted us about the admission standards and academic standards of the Imperial Military Academy. Sandora didn't pay much attention to this matter, so I answered on my behalf: Anyway, I also passed the exam in the school.
He holds the position of honorary chairman. The admission standards of the Imperial Military Academy are actually very loose, because it faces hundreds or thousands of other races at the starting line. Each student may come from a different life form and thinking.
They are species with completely different models, so the school only has two requirements for students: intelligence to the extent that they can accept basic courses, and active thinking that can accept knowledge beyond their world view. The second requirement is not difficult, and no race lacks thinking.
Active and funny...genius students, the first requirement is not a problem: every member race of the Avengers has developed cross-world navigation technology, and they definitely have no shortage of intelligence.
Just as we were finishing this topic, an emergency communication from Avalon Command suddenly interrupted the conversation between us and the Parliament. It was the voice of little Artemis: "Your Majesty, regarding the unknown intruders.
Something unusual happened."
"What's wrong?" The council asked curiously when they saw a slight change in my expression.
"My family asked me to go back for something," I replied casually. "I originally wanted to have a meal...it seems I have to go back first."
Parliament: "...His Majesty the Emperor still speaks so kindly..."
Sandora and I hurriedly said goodbye to the council, and a moment later entered the portal leading to the capital world. Ten minutes after Artemis's emergency communication, the two of us rushed to the central area of Avalon space.
The central area of Avalon space is the only "city" here. Dingdang's Great Temple and the empire's management center in this space are both located in the same area. On this great plain, the pyramid-shaped Xiling Mother Nest is huge.
The Temple of the World Tree and the Garden of Death Control Center are arranged next to each other, and their respective garrison personnel directly developed a city that mixes technology and mysterious style locally. This city has no name, and we usually just use the name here
A certain symbolic building refers to this place, such as the Grand Temple or the Garden of Death. When I and Sandora arrived, our first reaction was: martial law was imposed.
This city actually initiated its own martial law process!
The energy shield on the edge of the Great Plains has been raised. The nearly transparent city shield shrouds this magnificent building complex. There are three beams of light parallel to the earth high above the city that are continuously scanning the sky. This is the city entering the sky.
Traffic control signals currently implement three-level air traffic control: non-military vehicles are prohibited from entering flight altitude. At the same time, single persons other than military personnel are prohibited from flying through the control area. The city entrances on the plain are already under multi-level inspection.
, a large number of imperial soldiers are patrolling the sentry post, checking all people passing through the city entrance. It is estimated that Avalon civilians are no longer allowed to enter and leave this place at will. According to the current state of martial law, non-military personnel working in the city are probably not allowed to leave either.
"Atlantis is up there, and it's also under martial law." Sandora raised her head and glanced up. Behind the high-altitude clouds, looming, was the conspicuous inverted cone-shaped continental base of Atlantis. It hung
If it stops over a city under martial law that has already implemented air control, there is only one possibility: that island in the sky is also under the same control.
"Damn it, we were just going out for a short trip, not a long trip, why did it suddenly become so serious..."
I looked up at Atlantis, which should normally move slowly across the sky, but was abnormally still at high altitude, and couldn't help but mutter to Sandora. The latter frowned, but said something else: "Capital District
Only under one circumstance is an autonomous state of martial law allowed without the consent of the emperor. That is when there is an uncontrolled invasion within a military unit..."
At this moment, I saw several figures walking out from the teleportation point at the entrance of the city. The one walking in the front was little Artemis in an elf-style hunting suit.
Several officers from Valon space and two Atlantean warriors as burly as giants.
Unlike the Shadow City, where most areas are civilian areas and only the central fortress is under militarized management, the entire Avalon space is a semi-military place with a higher security level. Therefore, the regular management of this space is managed by the military.
It is composed of two parts: the party and the people. Artemis is in charge of the latter. She is equivalent to the landlord and civil affairs manager of Avalon space. She manages the affairs of the civilian residents of Avalon on a daily basis. She also acts as a high-ranking priest of the Goddess Sect.
Maintain the order of this space (Avalon is the place where Ding Dong is made, so the Goddess Cult believers are responsible for the maintenance work), and the Atlantean warriors and imperial officers behind her are military administrators: Now this
The leaders of the two groups appeared at the same time, and the expressions on their faces were serious.
"The military zone is under martial law," I said, waiting for Artemis to come to me, "What's going on?"
"Excuse my caution," the capable blonde girl quickly replied, "After receiving the order, we began to monitor the flow of people throughout the space to look for the mysterious 'intruder'. At first, we found nothing, but after about two hours
Before, there was a sudden report of a stranger on the continent of Atlantis. The stranger was wandering near the power system of the sky island. He somehow got past the defense line guarded by Atlantis and even wandered all the way to the power furnace.
beside!"
"Atlantis?!" I was suddenly startled, looking up at the island in the clouds, "And it got into the power furnace?"
The situation was instantly more complicated than expected. Atlantis is different from Monster Town. It is an absolute military zone! The entire Atlantis family is a soldier, and their city is managed according to the security level of the military camp, and that
The Sky Island itself is also a war vehicle. The security level of its power furnace is the highest on the Sky Island except for the control room and weapons dispatch center. Now, the stranger has actually sneaked into Atlantis' power furnace.
!
"God, please punish me." Behind Artemis, two burly Atlantis warriors stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly. It seemed that they were responsible for guarding the power furnace at that time.
Captain of the sentry.
"We'll discuss the issue of punishment later," Sandora waved her hand, "First figure out what happened to the intruder and then judge whether you are derelict in your duties. Judging from your appearance now, the stranger must have not been caught?"
"Yes, the intruder disappeared," one of the Atlantis warriors replied, "right under our noses, she disappeared after turning around the protective grille of the power furnace, and there was no passage behind the protective grille.
.There was no sign of the space door being opened at the scene. In addition, we have checked the access records of all entrances and exits near the power furnace, and the equipment shows...that every access is authorized normally."
At least we understand one thing: the "intruder" actually has unimpeded authorization to enter the military installation!
Do we need to screen the root directory of all personnel in the empire?
I turned my attention to Sandora, and at this time, Artemis seemed to have something to say. She coughed slightly: "Ahem, Your Majesty, there is another thing that directly led to martial law. The situation seems to be
It is many times more complicated than expected... The stranger who appeared in the power furnace... is an Atlantean woman, which is inconsistent with the situation reported in Monster Town."