Chapter 277 The Emperor's Party
"The hero of the empire, the White Ghost Hanton, requests to see the great emperor."
Elder Pison lowered his head, leaned forward, and shouted as he moved forward.
Yang Ming followed behind Elder Pisen with a stern face and his back straight.
He tried to look straight ahead, but was dazzled by the crystal decorations everywhere and the coolly dressed maids everywhere.
The emperor of the Sherman Empire really knows how to enjoy life.
This should be a reception room. Yang Ming estimated that the area was several thousand square meters. Several rows of supporting pillars were each wrapped in fountains, flowers, and handicrafts. The decoration was perfectly integrated with the cabin structure itself.
The carpet on the ground seemed to be a whole, covering the area within Yang Ming's sight.
There are about one to two hundred female humans in the hall, divided into two categories according to their job type.
One type is maids who can move freely and are responsible for routine tasks such as serving tea, water and fruit.
One type is the 'space' model, who is part of the living room decoration. He wears a variety of artistic clothes with fabric covering no more than 30% of the body surface. He stays still in different areas and changes his style every half a minute to five minutes.
But no matter what type of job they are, they are all beautiful girls, with tall and slender figures, slightly plump, or slim and attractive, and their looks are like spring orchids, autumn chrysanthemums, and summer peonies, all competing for beauty.
No wonder, when Yang Ming was surfing the interstellar space , he often saw jokes making fun of the Sherman Empire's emperor's debauchery and immorality.
How is this licentious and immoral?
This should be a systematic and thoughtful self-indulgence.
Yang Ming just glanced a few times, then lowered his head slightly and walked forward behind Elder Pisen.
The styles of clothes worn by these girls also gave him a lot of clues about the emperor's personal preferences.
The futuristic style with silver and white as the base color is the mainstream artistic style here.
After walking forward about fifty meters, Yang Ming saw the steps in front of him. Elder Pisen also stopped and made a casual gesture to Yang Ming, indicating that Yang Ming should salute together.
Swish!
The military uniform on Yang Ming made a clear sound due to the vibration.
He clenched his fists, swung his right hand forward and his left hand backward, performed a standard imperial military salute, and raised his head to look straight ahead.
The emperor sat on the throne twenty meters away.
Within the twenty-meter distance, Yang Ming discovered at least twelve layers of energy shields, at least six maids who were actually genetically modified warriors, seven or eight imperial ministers and elders wearing imperial antique robes with intricate patterns, and three familiar old imperial generals.
This is the core of the empire's power!
As soon as Yang Ming took his first look at the old emperor, he denied his previous inference.
This is a living being, not an intelligent machine.
At this moment, the emperor was also carefully looking at the young man below with an elegant smile, then he turned his head slightly, facing the camera ball next to him, and shouted in an exaggerated voice like a drama actor:
"Oh, look who this is? Hanton, the great hero of our empire! The White Ghost!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Yang Ming's voice was sonorous and powerful, and his eyes deliberately revealed an undisguised passion.
"Being summoned by you is the highest level reward I have ever received!"
The old emperor's smile was obviously much more genuine.
He sighed softly and continued to narrate slowly according to the script he had designed earlier:
"The empire has existed for tens of thousands of years. Every era has its own heroes. It is the Sherman Empire's good fortune to have you in this era.
"I have been keeping an eye on you, Hanton. Although I cannot directly interfere in these unimportant affairs due to the laws of the empire, I have been telling them to treat our heroes well and to be more tolerant and understanding.
“I actually knew about your experience a long time ago.
"Because of your loyalty to the Empire, you resolutely applied for the genetic fusion experiment and saved hundreds of scientific research team workers in a dangerous environment. Under the persecution of the New Federation through international political influence, you were trapped in a cage and continued to fight against these evil forces, and you never said a word to discredit the Empire.
“When the empire was caught in the crisis of an insect plague, you went deep into the New Federation to investigate and collect evidence. With some ancient technology you accidentally obtained, you contributed the most critical insect detection technology patent to the empire.
"When the insect plague broke out and my dear people were in despair and helpless, you once again stood up.
“So far, you have directly saved 400 million citizens of the Empire and encouraged countless citizens of the Empire who have patriotic ideas but are being persecuted by foreign forces.
“When I saw this number, I was shocked.
"Hanton, I'm proud of you."
The old emperor stood up slowly, as if he was agitated by what he said, and walked towards Yang Ming.
"His Majesty……"
The maid in charge of security frowned and reminded.
Standing below are not just heroes of the empire.
According to the information, this was a low-ranking officer who had been forced to undergo genetic experiments by the Kigrov experimental team. He had been betrayed by the surviving scientific research team, abandoned by the Imperial Military Intelligence Agency, and was almost directly killed by the Imperial Dreadnought. He was a powerful modified body.
This is an unstable individual who is likely to exhibit extreme behavior.
But the emperor ignored the reminder.
He walked with firm steps. His normally ordinary figure looked a little taller under the loose robe.
The emperor walked to the two steps, only one meter away from Yang Ming.
Two maids followed closely beside him, and another maid came over, bringing two trays and restraining Yang Ming.
Yang Ming smiled secretly in his heart.
If he really wanted to launch a sneak attack on the old emperor, these creatures could not react as well as Catherine's sister, so they would be unable to stop him.
The emperor picked up a medal from the tray and waved to Yang Ming:
"Come here, Hamton, and make yourself at home."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Yang Ming lowered his head, walked up a step, and raised his head slightly.
From this angle, he really felt the old emperor's kindness, the warmth and kindness in his smile.
The emperor pinned the medal on Yang Ming's chest.
The elders, ministers, and generals on the side began to applaud softly.
"What I can give you is honor, not praise. Praise is earned by your strength and actions," the emperor said in a gentle voice, "You deserve the highest medal of the Imperial Star. You are my pride, child."
Before Yang Ming could react, the emperor opened his arms and hugged him tightly.
That feeling... was as if Dong Zhuo was hugging Lu Bu.
Yang Ming said with a little excitement: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
The camera ball made a sound indicating it was shutting down.
The emperor let go of Yang Ming, smiled with narrowed eyes, and patted Yang Ming on the shoulder: "Very good young man."
The emperor then turned around and walked back to his throne. Several ministers cast friendly glances at Yang Ming. Elder Pisen on the side gestured for Yang Ming to follow him and walk a few steps to the side, and then stand together at the bottom of the stairs.
Is this the end?
The emperor sat slouched on the throne and frowned, "How was my acting just now?"
An elder with snow-white hair immediately smiled and said, "Perfect! My great Majesty!"
"Well, the people like this, so let's show it to the people and have fun with them."
The emperor waved his hand and glanced at Yang Ming. Two maids came over, knelt beside the emperor's legs, and helped him take off his exquisite boots.
Yang Ming: …
Damn!
He was really a little touched just now!
The emperor asked, "How are the negotiations going?"
"Your Majesty, the New Federation has lost all confidence due to our invincible fleet, and the negotiations are going smoothly," the military leader said quickly, "However, the president of the other side refuses to present the surrender document to you, and we are putting pressure on them."
The emperor said calmly: "Aren't they grateful for my pardon?"
"this……"
The great elder at the side smiled and said, "Of course the people are grateful, Your Majesty, but in this matter, those hypocritical show politicians always put their personal interests before the interests of the country. It is also normal for them to be unwilling to bow their heads for their own political destiny ."
"We have already defeated their first star," the emperor said with a smile, "The important thing is the sense of ceremony. This sense of ceremony can ensure that we are the real winners, instead of being the ones to make a fuss about them on the Internet later."
The military leader whispered, "Your Majesty, we may be able to eliminate some of the New Federation's combat power."
"I have given the order to let them go."
The emperor looked at the old general and asked, "Do you want the emperor of the empire to go back on his word?"
"No, Your Majesty, I just think... we can expand our victory. The New Federation will definitely hate us..."
The old general kept explaining the necessity of eliminating more manpower of the New Federation at this moment.
Yang Ming listened carefully and admired those "plastic artists" at the same time.
These girls are really cool looking.
Soon, Yang Ming discovered something unusual. He saw many similarities among seven or eight girls.
His perception of living things was already very keen, and these seven or eight girls gave him the feeling that they were... the same person.
Cloning technology?
My goodness, the Emperor of the Empire used the absolutely forbidden human cloning technology for his own enjoyment. Isn’t this an interstellar rumor?
"That young man...Hanton! Yes, Hanton!"
The emperor suddenly called out, and Yang Ming immediately turned around and looked up at the old emperor.
"There will be a celebration banquet later on this ship. There won't be too many people participating," the old emperor said with a smile, "You can stay. I think you are quite interesting."
Yang Ming smiled and nodded.
He actually couldn't refuse, after all, this old man held the power of life and death over everyone in the empire.
But Yang Ming never expected that one day he would really be able to witness the fall of the most powerful aristocratic group in the empire.
But what did he have to complain about?
People open 'hard party' and take him with them.
…
In the softly lit hall, beautiful men and women walked around.
The ministers and generals were not here, and several elders were already very old. At the moment, they were just eating and drinking in a corner next to the emperor and chatting about some government affairs.
Several princes who were favored by the old emperor were surrounded by beautiful women, and there were some erotic scenes from time to time.
When organisms interact deeply, the semi-transparent shielding device that appears automatically becomes the final fig leaf.
The old emperor squinted his eyes and smiled as he looked at the scene below. He liked this scene very much.
The pursuit of desire, biological instinct, and self-indulgence.
The melodious tune flows everywhere like water, and the pleasure bombards the numb spirit.
Yang Ming sat at the back, feeling a little awkward.
He had never seen such a scene before.
Whoosh, a projection screen appeared beside Yang Ming, showing the old emperor's face who seemed to be slightly drunk.
"What do you think, Hamton?"
"Your Majesty," Yang Ming frowned, "I am not used to the environment here."
"Haha, I see." The emperor said with a smile, "With those old guys here, I couldn't show too much concern for you... Will you attack me by surprise, Hanton?"
"How could I possibly... Your Majesty, I am loyal to the Empire."
The emperor raised his eyebrows slightly: "Everyone who stood in front of me said something similar to me. Come over here, I have something to talk to you about."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Yang Ming stood up, walked past the piles of overlapping bodies, and went to the emperor's seat without looking around.
The emperor pushed the maid in his arms away, and only two maids stood behind him.
Several maids were pushing a heavy sofa. Seeing this, Yang Ming took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, slightly activated his mental power, and the sofa slid over by itself.
"Wow!" The old emperor's eyes lit up, "Is this telekinesis? Mental telekinesis?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Yang Ming said, "When the brain is developed to a certain extent, it can generate similar power, which has many wonderful uses."
The old emperor smiled and said, "I have read the information of almost all the super-changers, and you are the one that surprised me the most... Can I touch your skin?"
Yang Ming: …
Shit, could it be that this old guy has had enough of playing with ordinary people and women?
Although he is not as good at mind control as Bligh, he also has this special skill. Isn't the emperor afraid...
Oh, yes, this is the emperor of the empire. He is most likely not afraid of any imaginable means.
Yang Ming stretched out his right hand. The emperor leaned sideways, grabbed Yang Ming's right hand, and rubbed it gently a few times.
"After your body completed the ancient god's genetic transformation, its growth and development became very slow, right?"
The old emperor asked softly:
“Hanton, your current state is exactly the same as when the Keygrove test ship exploded, right?
"They avoided talking about this topic with me. The laws of the empire and the teachings of successive emperors also prohibit this kind of thing. The emperor cannot reform himself. Listen, this is such an absurd decision.
"I obviously already have everything, but I can't continue my youth and life. Oh, no, even if it's just youth, I understand that life should be given complete meaning by natural death."
The old emperor sighed slightly and let go of Yang Ming's right hand.
He looked up at Yang Ming: "One of the characteristics of the ancient gods is immortality. Can you do it too, dear Hanton?"
Yang Ming suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
At this moment, he seemed to see the nutrient tank filled with his own excrement.
"Your Majesty," Yang Ming sighed softly, "The world... is balanced."
"balance?"
"When you gain something, you lose something," Yang Ming quickly organized his words in his mind, "It's the same for me. I lost a lot of precious things."
The old emperor lowered his head and glanced at Yang Ming's philtrum.
Yang Ming hurriedly said: "This is still normal."
"So what did you lose?"
"A lot," Yang Ming sighed, "The simplest price is that I must live with the gene stabilizing fluid for the rest of my life. Without it, I will collapse within half a month and become an unconscious cosmic creature, with my consciousness occupied by the instincts of cells."
"Oh, then stay away from me first," the old emperor moved his body with a bit of disgust, "Don't splash me when you collapse."
Yang Ming opened his mouth.
The old emperor burst into laughter.
The emperor patted Yang Ming's arm and said gently:
"You don't have to be nervous. The imperial power has actually been locked in a cage. I won't hurt you. I'm just curious.
“Who doesn’t want to stay young, be full of energy, and live hundreds of years longer?
“The emperor can do it, and I have various ways to do it, but I can’t. I must ensure that my successor sits on this position stably after my natural life span ends, maintain the vitality of the throne, and provide a continuous source of development momentum for this country.
"Every emperor will face these things, so look at the following princes. They have no ambitions and are addicted to carnal desires. They are the most suitable candidates for the next emperor.
"As long as the emperor does not make trouble, it is the best option for the empire."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I don't understand this."
"You don't need to understand," the emperor pointed to the screen behind him, "there are several women there."
Yang Ming: …
"Young man, Hanton, my knight."
The emperor whispered:
“I can give you everything you want, but you have to give me what I want first.
“Those women have prepared the blood-drawing equipment. I need some of your blood for research. It doesn’t have to be too much. One hundred milliliters will be enough.
"In this way, you will have leverage over me, the emperor of the empire."
