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Chapter 2267 Hearing and Seeing

Trajan first looked at the spearhead in front of him, and then looked at Soshyan's face, but he did not show the loss of failure, or anger, but instead had a strange look of understanding.

"It seems that the rumors are true, Chapter Commander Alexei."

"It's a fluke, it's a fluke. I believe that Marshal Trajan must have some reservations."

Soshyan put away the spear, turned around, walked to the weapon rack and put it back where it belonged.

"There's nothing lucky about fighting."

Trajan still held the spear and looked at Soshyan very seriously.

"Leader Alexei, according to the instructions of the tarot cards and the interpretation of the dream reader, we must transfer something to you. I will arrange for someone to transfer it to your flagship later, but I hope this matter

Don't tell others that it is extremely rare for the emperor to directly convey orders, probably no more than ten times in ten thousand years."

"what is that?"

"I don't know either. It's the highest-level cargo that no one has the authority to inspect. It's always been stored in...the most hidden place. So when they deliver it, you'd better not open it easily and make sure it's safe."

Make sure there is no one around before trying it. There could be anything inside, even extremely dangerous things. There is a small observation window outside the container, so you can take a look inside first."

Soshiyang frowned. At first, he thought it was the Ada Myth Investigation Note in the hands of a mortal, but now it sounded like it wasn't. However, there was no way to explain this clearly, so he could only nod and said:

"I'll be careful."

At this time, he suddenly thought of something and asked cautiously:

"Marshal Trajan, can I... go to see the emperor?"

As a result, the other party shook his head.

"No order, sorry."

"I understand, but I'm curious. If the Imperial Guard has always been able to communicate with the Emperor, then why did you... not take the initiative to guide the Empire in these ten thousand years?"

"I never said that we could communicate with the Emperor. He didn't even leave a handwritten record. Everything we know about Him comes from the memories of some recorders or the beautiful scenes given by devotion."

"So the tarot cards..."

"This is just an extremely vague divination method, but the meaning behind it is difficult to discern. I think you should know what Tarot divination looks like. Naturally, it is not difficult to understand the difficulty of interpreting it. It is just that you should use

The method of interpreting Tarot cards and the classics to refer to have been debated within the Forbidden Army for ten thousand years. Those scholars who serve in the Tower of Overlord have devoted their lives to interpreting the contents of these information fragments. Their exhaustion may last their entire lives.

Just to lift a corner of the veil of destiny that, even now, is our only way to enlightenment... Since the Tower of Overlord was built, from which we have watched over the realm of all humanity, we can only speculate.

This is His intention, this is the study of the Emperor's will."

"So the Imperial Army relies on mortals' divination to determine their actions?"

Trajan narrowed his eyes.

"It seems that you are really curious about us. In fact, this statement is not entirely correct. The Valyrian you met before is a scholar. One of his tasks is to learn from dreams and mysterious and obscure prophecies.

In research, the Emperor's will is revealed, difficult as it is, like a blind man guessing the patterns marked on an invisible page."

Soon, he arrived at the core hidden among the stacked terraces and Baroque platforms. Among the forest-like cable lines, there was a towering throne. In the entanglement of metal and cables, he could only see

to some remaining flesh.

This is the Golden Throne, in which the Lord of Mankind is buried, protected by it, and enslaved by it.

In the warm dim light, Master Shi, who was only wearing an orange-red monk's robe and his eyes were covered with cloth, walked up to the throne step by step with his naked feet. The circuits in his body were dissolved in the strong spiritual energy, and he was

Plated into a golden man.

Finally, he stopped one meter in front of the throne, a distance that almost no one had ever come close to. Then he raised his right hand in front of his chest, with the palm facing outward. At the same time, the thumb and index finger of his left hand were clasped into a ring, and the other three fingers were slightly extended.

Then, Master Shi first whispered a certain ancient human language that had disappeared, and then said softly:

"Moluo, long time no see..."


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