Him and their stars.

Chapter 1679 I will be in the front row

"Because I'm not looking for a son-in-law, I'm looking for someone to provide the other half of my genes! The more unruly and proud he is, the higher his quality will be. This has been the case with the Dawn Royal Family since ancient times." Brunhild answered confidently.

Emperor Elisir smiled but said nothing.

"Yes, we are no longer the warlord leader who rose from Ruixing. Three thousand years of the Galactic Age of Exploration, three thousand years of conquest history, our blood contains extraordinary cells from the era of our mother planet, the blood of ancient saints from Rainbow Rose, and the genetic genes of the most shining heroes in almost every era, and even the Enlightened Ones."

"Brin, you make us sound like carefully selected animals for breeding!" grinned the Emperor.

"But isn't that what our ancestors did? Is this the nature of dragons?" Brunhild spread her hands and said, "Your Majesty, the Dawn Royal Family should not only be the emperor of the Tirrero people, but the universal emperor. Only a universal emperor can have a universal empire!"

The emperor nodded with a look of satisfaction on his face and said, "Very good, my little Brin. This is called maturity! From now on, you should not only treat this set of lines as official language, but also believe in them."

"So, is this true?" Brunhilde asked curiously.

"It's not important. What's important is all the operations that can make the empire greater." The emperor behind the screen glanced at the vast starry sky where he was, and said in a natural tone: "So, this Rainland Galaxy will be handed over to you from now on. Whether you want to give it to a hero in the war or keep it as a vacation spot for yourself, it's all up to you."

"...This galaxy should be the first territory directly managed by the Empire in the Femoral Nebula, right? Can this be decided internally?"

"If I hadn't killed this star widower, this galaxy would still be a barren land. Of course I can give it to whoever I want. Do the Privy Council and the Senate have any objections?"

After all, an undeveloped galaxy is just a barren land no matter how much potential it has. There is something wrong with this statement.

Brunhild nodded slightly, bowed and said, "At least I can assure you that whoever gives this galaxy to can turn it into an outpost for the Empire to control the Femor Nebula."

"Of course I trust you. However, there is no need to force it. The chaos in the Femo Nebula has lasted for nearly a thousand years. How can it be stabilized so quickly? In the next thousand years, it will of course be the focus of competition between us and the Alliance. As long as we remain patient in each generation and make progress day by day, it will be enough. Brin, what do you think?" The emperor looked meaningfully at his most beloved tenth-generation great-granddaughter. Although she was a girl, she was still the most wild and fiercest one among the group of emperors.

Brunhild looked directly into the emperor's eyes, as if bravely facing the sun. "We have always been bold in the execution of tactics. But in the choice of strategy, we seem to have always been conservative. The highest decisions of each generation seem to be like this. Your Majesty, what is the reason for this?"

“What’s wrong with a strategy that is robust but always effective?”

"But it is not easy for every decision maker to be steady and not make mistakes." Brunhilde said: "Your Majesty, is time definitely on our side?"

"Time is always on our side," Emperor Ilessel repeated.

However, at this moment, his eyes seemed to be distracted and wandering for a moment.

Although it was only a moment, how could Brunhilde, who was already a saint, not notice it? She couldn't help but tremble in her heart, vaguely feeling that things were not that simple.

Of course, she still remembered the momentary stiffness on the emperor's face when Yu Lian mentioned the "bloody disaster".

However, before she could express her concerns, the emperor spoke first: "Brin, the bloody disaster is not without purpose."

"...Like you said, because you are a warrior, there will always be challenges? The bloody disaster is just a fixed unfolding?"

Emperor Ilessel laughed and said, "In the past two hundred years, I have encountered various challengers in every era. Most of them are not worth mentioning, and only a few make me excited. But this time, not only do I feel excited, but even my eyelids are twitching!" The emperor laughed loudly: "Otherwise, Brin, since you were born, when have you seen me leave the imperial capital for so long?"

"Lan Jiufeng?"

"Who knows? It was probably the day when my eyelids started twitching, right? I sensed the turning point of Lan Jiufeng's deification in the morning, and heard about the result of the Battle of the High Seas in the afternoon. Hahahaha, the revelations given to me by the spirit of the universe are always so vague."

Brunhildt still remembered that the Battle of Unity Fortress and the Battle of the High Seas took place at almost the same time, but since the former took place in the New World, it was almost a week later when the Sky Territory Privy Council received the news.

However, according to the emperor, since he felt Lan Jiufeng's deification at that time, he should naturally have sensed the fall of Duke Sadulan and others.

Duke Saduran has been your guard since he was a newly awakened knight. He has served you for more than seventy years, witnessing the second half of your rule, the Dragon Rebellion, the Seventh Galactic War, the Earth Splitting, and many other major events.

The Duchess of Teminte, who died with him in the Unity Fortress, was the Cardinal Judge of the Inquisition, and Duke Macedo was also the Vice-Master of the Knights Templar. They were both important ministers who had made great contributions to the empire.

  But is his death, their death, not worth mentioning to you? Not even worth notifying the Privy Council in advance?

Brunhilde suddenly realized that her emotions were so complicated that she could hardly express them in words. She looked directly at the emperor on the holographic projection, at the pair of eyes that were as bright as the sun, but she only saw her own reflection, which was full of worries.

"Your Majesty...will I become like this in the future?" Brunhilde asked. She knew a long time ago that she would have to face this problem sooner or later.

And now that she is a saint, it is time for her to explain everything clearly.

Her choice might be correct, but the emperor in the projection had already revealed a relieved expression.

"After ascending the Nine Rings, I have been waiting to see which electoral king would ask me this question. I have ruled the empire for two centuries, and there have been sixty-seven electoral kings. Some people have reached the realm of demigods, and some people have had the opportunity to reach the side of truth and come to me... But the only one who asked this question is you."

"I'm honored." Brunhilde leaned forward to express her gratitude. She didn't feel flattered at all, she just felt that it was normal and correct for her to do such record-breaking things.

"You will reach my level sooner or later. At that time, you will definitely understand that only when you reach this level can you achieve unity with the Great Dao and become the incarnation of heaven and man. Your perception can realize the changes in fate, including your own fate."

"...So, there is a real possibility that you will die?" Brunhildt asked in a deep voice.

"Girl, you don't have to be so blunt in front of your emperor and grandfather."

"I also want to be cautious, but since I learned that you replaced one-third of the crew of the Supreme Glory with female soldiers when you set sail this time, and even replaced the captain with your old lover from thirty years ago, I really can't be nervous anymore." Brunhild showed her well-deserved contempt.

"Hehe~~ I say the same thing. When you reach my level, you will see off a group of old people every year, and you will understand. At that time, you will be indifferent, but also nostalgic. You sit in the highest position, you will have to bear the honor and malice of half of the universe, and the grievances and cause and effect of hundreds of millions of people. You need an anchor point to make yourself still like a human being." The emperor knocked on his heart, and his smile was still like that of a kind elder.

However, his eyes had unconsciously grown cold, calm and emotionless.

"Or maybe you shouldn't make yourself like a human, but more like a god?"

"Who knows what God should be like? The Enlightened One never claimed to be God." Brunhild interrupted.

"You don't know what the Enlightener is like. It's just a guess in the final analysis." The emperor did not feel offended, but his expression of appreciation became clearer.

"It's not speculation. The Enlightened One never claims to be a god!" Brunhild said in a firm tone.

"Oh?" The emperor looked at his great-granddaughter's eyes with interest, and indeed saw a pair of firm golden eyes.

"I have a reliable source of information. Apart from the mundane and dirty practical interests such as military, politics and territory, I still trust him." Brunhilde said as a matter of course. The emperor couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't raise any opinions.

"Well, my little Brin, if I really fail, are you ready to bear the grudges and consequences of half the universe?"

Because the emperor's tone was too natural and the content contained too much information, Brunhild stood there in a daze for half a minute.

"It's fine that a prosperous and habitable galaxy can be granted to anyone as a fiefdom, but can this kind of thing be decided internally? What about the Imperial Election? What about the Senate? What about the Heraldry? What about the Citizens' Assembly?" Brunhilde's eyes widened. "Can the Nine Rings wearing the Void Crown be so willful? We Dragon Kings are indeed tyrants, but isn't this too much?"

"Who are you calling a tyrant and a traitor to the people? Little Blin, you've read too many banned books, haven't you? If a smart person reads too many banned books, he will become an anti-establishment element." The emperor said unhappily.

Brunhildt felt as if she had heard this somewhere before, so she muttered, "You've also seen it, haven't you? Otherwise, how could you react so quickly?"

  Uh, why do I feel like I've heard this somewhere before?

"Don't think about whether you can get an internal appointment yet. Little Brin, just tell me, are you ready for this?"

This time, Brunhilde paused for less than two seconds before nodding her head: "An elector who doesn't want to be emperor is not a good elector. It's better for him to go home and have children."

She added: "No, even if I go home to give birth to a child and nurse the child, it won't prevent me from becoming the emperor."

"I always feel that the second half of your sentence is a bit deliberate." Although the emperor was a little confused, he still felt relieved: "However, this is good. If it were someone else, they wouldn't even dare to answer my question."

"I just feel that it would be hypocritical to back down now that things have come to this. In fact, Your Majesty, even if you want to retire and enjoy your old age, I dare to accept it. This way, you may avoid this bloody disaster, but it seems that there is no precedent for this in the empire."

"There is indeed no such precedent." The emperor nodded.

"Maybe by the time I get here, there will be some. When I get there, there will be many more precedents I want to create."

The emperor laughed loudly: "Then let's talk about it after you take the throne. This is my glorious moment, and I am not ready to give up. And you, my lovely little dragon girl, your test is far from over. I will see how you perform!"

  After the conversation with the emperor ended, Miss Suliuka did not feel too happy. She did seem to have been chosen by the emperor, but who could guarantee that he only said this to her?

Apart from anything else, at the Privy Council meeting, Brunhild had heard Emperor Elesel praising King Velent more than once, saying things like "science and technology are the future", "Who says outstanding scientists can't lead a country", "I have ruled for two centuries, you should work harder" and so on.

A bloody disaster? A change of throne? When will the Galactic Empire have to go through this?

Before today's conversation, Brunhilde had never even thought about this, so even she lacked a sense of reality for all of this.

When the shielding force field around her was closed, Ostana Barr's report came: "The inspection of the Angel of Dawn has been completed, and all safety hazards have been eliminated. Our supply will be completed in 48 hours."

Very good, the sense of reality is back. As expected, only real battles and achievements can make Brunhild feel the real recovery.

"Our fleet has also completed basic reserves at the supply points along the route. The Minister of the Hongluyuan has formally summoned the ambassador of the Circumcision Kingdom." Ostana said.

Brunhildr nodded without saying anything.

"As for other forces, they will be deployed according to the original plan."

Ostana hesitated for a moment, but still said seriously: "In addition, Olivia, who is in the Sumoe galaxy, reported that the main force of the slave rebels has been identified..."

"You can report everything else. I don't want to hear about the domestic rebels yet," Brunhildt said.

"Do you think there is no need to listen, or do you feel like you don't want to face it?" Jiafeil asked directly.

The countess never spoke much, but she was always the type who could directly offend her master. Even Chief of Staff Ostana couldn't do this.

"...Tsk, it's the latter. Are you satisfied?" Brunhildt said unhappily, "I even thought that after I became emperor, I would recruit their leaders into the Senate. But now, I can't decide their fate. I can only pretend not to hear them."

Emperor? The corner of Jiafeil's mouth twitched, thinking, is this something I can just listen to?

However, her ambitious master just waved his hand without any concern and said loudly: "Now, my only hope is to make that heartless... that enemy general show himself! I just want to see him at a loss, unable to return home, and at a loss! As long as I think of that pitiful virtue, I can drink an extra bottle of ice honey wine at every meal in the future!"

……

At the same time, outside the frozen soil of the planet Danhur in the Sumoa star zone of the Galactic Empire, the main force of the rebel army of more than 300,000 people, composed of the planet's rebellious slaves, was already outside the largest city of Dantie on the planet.

  The leader elected by the various rebel armies, the commander of the rebel army nicknamed "White Sand Saint", said to everyone:

"So, as long as we take this city, the steel mill, arsenal and shipyard will fall into our hands. The 25 armed freighters that are still being fitted out in the dock will also become our spoils of war! In this way, the rebel organizations in various places can form a more extensive alliance."

This was an old but tough wolf with thick white hair. It was said that he had once been a brigade commander in the Imperial Stormtroopers, but was demoted to a slave. If he had simply offended his superiors, he would not have accepted such a punishment. In all likelihood, he had done something very discordant.

The Wolverines have always been a loyal vassal race of the Empire, providing a large number of stormtroopers (pao) (hui) to the Tirreros, and for this they have been rewarded by the Empire, and even had hereditary aristocrats.

However, after all, it is a race with a population of over 100 billion. It is not realistic to say that there will be no traitors.

It can be seen that this werewolf general is of this type.

"We must have our own fleet! We must have our own base! Otherwise, every uprising will be nothing more than a struggle on an isolated island!"

He glanced at the leaders of the various rebel armies present, and said in a grim and persistent tone: "Of course, in the process of attacking this city, perhaps 100,000 people will die in battle."

Some people present were shocked by the number, some lowered their heads in silence, while others gritted their teeth and looked expressed.

The werewolf general's sight finally stopped at a petite figure. It was a human girl in a white dress, which was out of tune with the style of the scene.

However, sitting among this group of rebel leaders from various races who had committed evil deeds, her expression was very calm, even calmer than that of the commander-in-chief, the werewolf general.

"Ms. Shirley..."

"I understand what you mean. General, now that I'm here, I will definitely stand shoulder to shoulder with you. I will take action at the critical moment," she said.

She lowered her head to think for a moment, then looked up and said, "No, I'll be in the front row!"

(End of this chapter)