Chapter 1919 (1/2)
”Your Majesty, I have come to discuss the conditions.”
Su Ming used the method of energy shaking space to shout to each other, because there was no air in the net road. It was the emperor's spiritual power that made people here think they could breathe.
”The death knell.”
The giant's figure was a thousand miles in a flash. Even before the cold voice reached Su Ming's ear, two golden thighs appeared in front of him.
It's not too much to say that he is a Titan. This hill like body is not human at first sight.
When the emperor blinks, the stars are out, and when he opens his mouth, he looks like a cold wind. An indescribable pressure fell on the shoulder of the knell. The strangulation did not feel the weight, but Su Ming felt as if he had carried the whole universe with his heart beating wildly.
He experienced this feeling. When he destroyed the third dimension at DC, he caught the reality with his magic hand, which was the weight.
Many concepts, such as time, space, life and death, all fall on one person's shoulders.
Eating and supporting the cloak of sleep shook for a while, and the next moment, the pressure dissipated, as if nothing had happened.
”I didn't expect that this was the case within the network channel. How much of us are real and how many are illusory?”
Su Ming said, reaching out his hand to touch the emperor's leg armor, while the people around were still fighting with the evil spirits, as if they could not be seen at all. Maybe both sides had entered different secondary planes.
”Everything is true, but it is also false.” The emperor replied.
The hand of the knell goes through the air and catches only a ripple of light.
With the fluctuation of the vision, the Sacred Body shrank suddenly, and he became a mortal, strong and young.
Instead, he put his hand on Su Ming's shoulder. His sense of touch was like a cold corpse's paw.
”You're a little weaker than I thought.” Su Ming grabbed the hand on his shoulder and shook his other hand: ”I thought you should have the strength to crush the four gods of chaos.”
”Maybe it used to be, but I can't remember.” The emperor was still expressionless, and his angular face glittered: ”I already know what you are coming from. Originally, I only ordered tools to discuss with you, but after seeing you with my own eyes, I found you worth seeing.”
”Tools? People? ”
Su Ming smiles and releases the emperor's hand. Now, the supreme human being has gone through thousands of years of bloody battles. The cruel and endless fighting has worn away his human shell, leaving him in a state of complete rationality in which no one is not a ghost, and everything is only about the advantages and disadvantages of simplicity.
He is good at trading with smart people, but is emperor really human?
”Kiliman is the most satisfying tool I've ever had, and you're a human I can't see through.”
The emperor will say again what he said to the gene protoplasm. For him now, he has disdained to cover up the past.
Gene protoplasm, starfighter, are all tools, and only the imperial army made by the emperor's own blood can be regarded as his children.
The starfighter's gene seed is integrated with the code of absolute loyalty, but the emperor got this manufacturing technology from the four chaos gods. When those guys collect debts, they naturally have a way to crack this defense.