I listened to the monarch's voice again, but not in a dream. Compared with the gentle and soft voice in the dream, his voice in the real world was full of enthusiasm, determination and courage, as if he was a speaker addressing everyone in public.
The common people who knew him explained profound philosophy, and he was like a consul who boosted morale at the front of the army.
The time displayed by the projection in the upper right corner shows that the time it takes to walk through that long memory and chew the knowledge gained from it is only a millisecond in the real world. However, for me, the somatosensory time it takes to understand that memory
It is almost equivalent to ten years. The Praetorian Guard is more than a weapon of destruction. The power we possess is a tool used to protect the coming new era. The monarch has given each of us knowledge other than war. We have been taught by him personally.
Philosophy, theology, mathematics, art, politics, science and the occult, among other subjects, make us his comrades-in-arms, advisers and craftsmen. Some are knowledge known to the world, while others are the most obscure mysteries, which allow us to understand
You can understand what he is saying and what his words mean. Even just a few words are full of profound meaning.
Even so, the memories given by the monarch are still obscure and difficult to understand, and I cannot fully understand all the knowledge.
What impressed me the most was the ubiquitous evil things in my dreams, those deformed and weird extradimensional energy entities. Their bone-deep madness and evil sent chills down my spine. They spared no effort to seduce me and kill me.
Scolding me, praising me, trying to get me to be with them. The malice displayed by those energy entities far exceeded the creatures of the reality plane corrupted by them. I heard them speak my name, the names I knew and
I don't know the name, name the person I have become, the person I will become and the person I cannot be. I will not be afraid, my body and my soul have no ability to fear, I wave my hands
The weapon killed them with its own anger, one after another - some monsters were about the same size as ordinary people, but they mastered evil and filthy magic; some were as huge as mountains and possessed unparalleled violence; some were extremely weird.
There are so many, as if they are a random pile of organs and limbs, and their abilities cannot be judged through the most intuitive method. I know that these are the enemies that the monarch has encountered before. I am now standing in the position where the monarch once fought, repeating what he said.
The feat I had experienced, this sense of honor almost overwhelmed me, but at the same time, the tension caused by the huge pressure made my nerves tense.
They are already dead, I told myself. They died at the hands of the monarch, and now they are going to die again.
When I woke up, the dream still remained in my brain and overlapped with reality, as if the real world was covered with a translucent veil. Just like humans would move their limbs due to a sudden fall in the dream, I read and rested in my memory.
, learning and fighting, non-stop, never-ending, until I am awakened. The sense of time dislocation caused my muscles to suddenly contract, my lungs to expand, and I almost waved the long sword named "Law" forged by the monarch himself.
I used my halberd to kill the non-friendly units around me. But fortunately, my sublimated brain realized the situation earlier than my muscles, and stopped the movements of my muscles in time, even though the blood-red shirt on my body still moved.
I am not sure whether it is the evening breeze blowing from the river or my actions. If it is the latter, it will make me extremely ashamed, because it means that I cannot perfectly display my body functions, will and training results, and indulge in dreams.
The urge to give.
"They are not enemies, Hammurabi." The monarch's voice was heard again by everyone present, but in my ears it was a reminder and warning to my subconscious actions. I caught a glimpse of the mortals surrounding the monarch, their
Their expressions seemed to show that their hearts were ignited by this speaking skill, as if they had gained a great sense of security from the monarch. I know the identity of these people. For ordinary people, they are knowledgeable and have authority that is unimaginable to ordinary people, but
The existence of the monarch touches the instinct hidden deep in human genes, the pursuit of perfection and the admiration for the end of evolution that are rooted in genetic information.
This is a subconscious behavior, shrouded in the glory of the monarch, it is difficult not to accept every word he says, even if the anti-tank armor-piercing grenade clangs on the armor of Supiluliumas, most mortals do not
They didn't notice that the unlucky guy had returned to the team - the monarch's order was not to kill Tony Stark, but to destroy the false self-confidence and security given to the people by the American ruling class, which was the same as the huge war machine to destroy Wall Street.
The logic is exactly the same. However, Supiluliumas dragged out the battle that should have been resolved in a few seconds for too long, which was a bit embarrassing for the Praetorian Guards. I can still hear Su on the private communication channel
Piluliumas mumbled in embarrassment, it seems that he wants another chance to prove himself - it seems that neither of us performed very well tonight, which makes me a little concerned about the position that the monarch is about to give us.
Worry. Even if our existence can intimidate others, it does not mean that we are perfectly qualified to handle those heavy responsibilities.
The monarch raised his head and looked up at the sky filled with light pollution.
He raised his voice, and the sound seemed to come from the clouds, accompanied by the roaring footsteps of the war machine and reached everyone's ears. Everyone in New York City and nearby Jersey City, whether they were in the luxurious society
Celebrities, ordinary people who are busy running around or drug addicts and homeless people sleeping on the roadside, no matter they are sleeping or waking up, whether they are in a hurry or taking their time, the monarch's voice is as clear as if he is beside them. I was pulling
Tovinia has seen the skill of using this kind of spiritual power. The mortals who heard the monarch's voice were all silent, just like those who saw him in person.
The soul will become calm. If you go to the slums at this moment, you may see those stupid gangsters stopping the fight and robbery. Just a word from the monarch can be compared to the so-called superhero's busy night.
Results. I feel sad for the stupidity of those "superheroes" who never see the source of the problem. Ordinary people in this country have been fooled for too long. They have been taught that others like them are the enemy.
Like ignorant believers who are keen to fight against heretics who are not substantially different from themselves.
"Ruling the galaxy is the inherent right of the human race. The enemy is still waiting for us among the stars. The dark tyrant Thanos and his thousand warships are just the tens of millions we will encounter on the way to seize the power that the human race deserves.
One of these tribulations. Now Asgard has come to its end. When the end comes, we will personally experience the first trial given to us by this cruel universe. We will kill the dark tyrant, crush its fleet, and destroy it.
The corpses of humans and slaves were thrown into the stars together with the corpses of slaves. The legend of mankind's victory over the dark tyrant and its shame will be remembered by all intelligent races in the entire galaxy."
He turned to look at the ordinary people, but no one had the courage to make eye contact with the monarch. The assault transport boat hovering over the United Nations Headquarters suddenly increased its thrust and headed towards a tow truck rushing out of the East River.
There was a figure with white tail flames, but this sudden situation did not interrupt the monarch's speech. The hot wind spewed by the large number of engines only blew away his blood-red holy cloth shirt, and had no effect on his solemn majesty.
"They should be afraid, because we are glorious human beings and the most potential intelligent creatures in this universe. We will use battleships, missiles, bullets and swords to defeat all challenges that stand in front of us, with courage and the blood of sacrificed martyrs.
Flowing in the veins of each of us, we will proudly ignite them to forge the epic of the human race, to challenge the hypocritical gods, to eliminate all alien species that threaten human survival, and to forge a perfect utopia for mankind.
.No alien hybrid can stop the wrath of the human race, no creature can stop us from seizing the crown of the galaxy, and no race can disturb the eternal tranquility and peace of future generations of the human race."
Supiluliumas and I were listening carefully to the monarch's voice. I had to admit that the monarch's speech skills in mobilizing the emotions of the audience were unparalleled. But at the same time, I didn't quite understand why the monarch didn't kill these people. Even though they
Just because people defect here does not mean that they will agree with the monarch's will. After they return, driven by interest groups and mortal flaws, they will fall into the abyss of satisfaction and greed again. Because inefficient mortal organizational structures always have benefits.
The group has needs to satisfy, and there is always authority to fight for.