Chapter 209 The power struggle at the state funeral
Just when this small group of sneakers used the wormhole to escape instantly, a nightmare of interstellar jumping occurred——
A giant battleship exploded the moment it entered the wormhole, and the huge explosion energy released destroyed the entire magnetic field tunnel. All personnel were instantly thrown into a bottomless black hole of time and space.
Lancer Xu screamed at the top of his lungs, and everyone on the ship also screamed, but no one could hear clearly, because the air in the entire command room was filled with a strange high-pitched hissing sound, instigating everyone's eardrums. p>
The small command ship was turning and shaking crazily, like an ant that accidentally climbed into the drum machine. The energy data of all jumps were almost completely messed up. The system was close to collapse, but no one was paying attention. Everyone's life was hanging by a thread.
I screamed at the top of my lungs in despair.
Lancer saw countless colorful neon-like chaotic lights forming in front of the huge observation window. Different from the rhythmic rotation or straight lines during normal jumping, everything was shaking chaotically, like a completely broken rainbow.
The bridge rushed over savagely.
"Xuanji! I'm going to die!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
In all the crazy time and space, he lost consciousness——
As if he was lying alone on the bed in the single dormitory, he imagined that Xuanji accepted his proposal that day...
They became a close couple and got busy, starting to prepare for the wedding, choosing a wedding dress, a hotel, and a wedding company with her. She would definitely be very picky and would always deny his choices with "no taste", but in that dream
One day like this, she will definitely be the most beautiful bride in Gaia, in his eyes...
In the final analysis, it was his wishful thinking towards her from the beginning.
The group of state funeral attendees on the "Island of Mourning" were also at a loss as they whispered among each other.
"It's just a sneak attack by a Gaia team." Prime Minister Nahuatl quickly got the exact news. He raised his hands and made a reassuring gesture for everyone.
"We must return to the Military Privy Council to hold an emergency meeting." Privy Councilor Xuanyuan Zeng said, "The Gaians dare to attack the kingdom of the noble ones and bombard the Holy of Holies."
"The Senate should also hold an emergency meeting tomorrow." Uza said gently.
This made the chief priest look embarrassed, because according to custom, state funerals should end with everyone going to the temple and ending with a memorial mass for the deceased. He was now hesitant to open his mouth and let the emotionally distraught people return to the solemn religious ceremony. "What are you going to talk about at the emergency meeting?" Trisilas, who was unusually tall, asked in a stiff tone like a robot. "During the state funeral, it is also the mourning period of the Senate. No major meetings can be convened." p>
"We are going to hold a meeting and appoint a new defense envoy." Uza said with a high temperament.
"Now, Plato has entered an extraordinary period. Our Ministry of Interior's special security force will be responsible for local defense tasks. The next defense envoy will be directly appointed by the Holy of Holies." The Minister of Interior said in a cold tone.
"What?" Xuanyuan Zeng could not suppress his emotions, "What do you think of me, the Privy Councilor in charge of military affairs? Where do you place the authority of the Senate?"
"Bureaucracy, Senate... Haha..." Trisilas sneered. He raised his hand, revealing his big hands wearing exquisite steel gloves. These hands were much larger than ordinary people. In his black pocket
Under the hat, the face lines of an iron mask are vaguely revealed. Unlike the "Third Elder" who was a bureaucrat, this man who climbed to the top of power through hard work is obviously terrifying and mysterious, just like the whole body.
Not an inch of your skin has ever been seen.
"In the Platonic system running on super artificial intelligence, both of these are redundant and are caused by previous bad government. It is too considerate of human weaknesses!"
The accent he spoke in did not have the special pronunciation of the knights, or the palace accent of the nobles. He sounded as straightforward and simple as an ordinary Platonic person.
"This is against Plato's law..." Faced with such an oppressive person, Nahuatl, Plato's most powerful figure, spoke with a slightly weak tone.
"Law? The Holy Order of the Holy of Holies is the law!"
As soon as he spoke in a low and firm voice, everyone at the scene fell silent. The "three elders" looked at each other, looking very passive.
"Shavitli..." Privy Councilor Xuanyuan Zeng called out to the commander-in-chief of the Fourth Fleet "Cimmerian", who had the highest rank present, as if asking for help. Shavitli was the commander of the Grand Captain of Ashir, and both of them
People have a lot of personal relationships.
This former White Tiger knight with chestnut-blond hair, a short golden beard on his cheeks, and a black robe, looks even more handsome, but he has a calmer and more mature atmosphere than the young knight.
"I am loyal to Emperor Plato. This is my oath day after day, and it is also an oath that will never change." He has a pair of eyes as blue as the sky, but they show the depth of careful consideration.
The commander-in-chief of the fleet with heavy military control said clearly in almost every word.
"The enemies of Plato's army that I swore allegiance to are the Gaians, and the sword in my hand will never be wielded against the Platos." He said, "Never."
"Hahaha." Trisilas laughed frankly. He did not have the aristocratic temperament of self-denial and propriety, but the unrestrained and frankness of the civilian class.
The three elders seemed very embarrassed now, and their previous noble and graceful temperament had disappeared.
"Plato is the ideal kingdom of heaven for many human races. It will not be ruled by one clan. The kingdom of heaven transcends races." Nahuatl said softly, seeming so weak. Those who come from the bureaucracy have no control over the army.
Almost completely zero, these are two worlds that will never meet.
"No! The gate of heaven is narrow. Plato is only the paradise of the Aryans..." The Minister of the Interior refused to give up.
"Peace, unity, brothers." Chief Priest Lal quickly smoothed things over, "All Platonians are the chosen people, brothers within the Supreme God."
"Ah!" Aurora exclaimed softly.
"Madam, are you okay?" the female caregiver immediately asked her with concern.
"I feel a pain." She lowered her head and touched her slightly bulging abdomen with her hand.
"Sorry to bother you, distinguished sirs, we will leave first, if there is nothing else." The female caregiver said directly. She is a dedicated Platonic person. "It is very important for Aurora to attend her husband's funeral."
Madam is under a lot of pressure, please understand."
A fierce political disagreement was temporarily eliminated, and everyone tried to calm down to the atmosphere of attending a funeral, even if it was just pretending.
Afterwards, everyone paid their last respects to the widow of the black gauze batch noodles.
"Let me take one last look."
Aurora turned around and walked to the side facing the dark sea, looking alone at the direction where the "Ship of the Dead" sank.