Chapter 1,255 Martial Law

To be honest, I didn’t know before that the parliament, which looked strict in personality and rigid in speaking and doing things, was such a wonderful end. The hundreds of personalities she retained after becoming a community of consciousness were amazing: especially the way she used them flexibly. The method is even more unbearable to watch. But if you think about it, you can understand that her symbiotic state of consciousness is different from that of the Grand Overseer. The Xiling Apostles are like 100% accurate machines. They can bring all souls and personalities together without loss to form a unique and clear new one. Consciousness, and most mortal races cannot control their own minds like control programs, so even if they form a community of consciousness, they will retain a lot of self-tendencies to prevent falling into chaos. The result is that hundreds of personalities like the Parliament live in peace and harmony. A common set of memories.

In the past, our relationship with the Parliament was average, and our communication was just a bunch of diplomatic rhetoric. Of course, the Parliament did not reveal much of its own personality, but now both parties are friends in a certain sense, so I instantly realized the wonderfulness of this person. place.

After completing the handover of data related to the human brain array host and confirming that Tavel's mass projection and local scientists can get along well (in fact, they got along faster than I thought, do all research geeks have the same smell?) , we chatted with the council for a period of time, which lasted for more than 30 minutes, talking about the current situation and future plans of the exiles. The council talked endlessly: Personality No. 76 seems to be a slight distraction.

The symptoms were milder than those of the weird dragon god and the two lunatics under Viska, so Sandora and I both said we were not under much pressure.

Standing on the platform on the top floor of the parliament building, we looked down at the already vibrant city below and the endless traffic passing under the tower building. The parliament was quite emotional and pleased: "It seems that the wound is healing faster than imagined. If our homeland can truly be settled for the long term this time, I think my people will be grateful to the new empire."

"It's very satisfying to put aside the past grudges." I said honestly. "Now I feel more and more that the mess I am facing is bigger than expected. There are so many dark histories of the old empire."

Sandora next to me coughed awkwardly, then twisted the soft flesh on my waist and turned it around.

The parliament did not notice such small actions by the two imperial heads. She was already immersed in her own vision of the future: "There is one thing I want to tell you. The Fourth and Fifth Fleets of the Exiles have held two joint meetings. We are about to form United government. The order of this universe will soon enter normality, and we will no longer be exiles in the future, but a normally developing civilization."

Shandora stopped what she was doing and looked into the parliament's eyes: "This is of great significance."

"Yes. We want to become a hybrid civilization, just like the galactic civilization community," the council made a long sigh. Even though she was just a translucent virtual projection, this action was still done subconsciously. "To be honest, the Civilized Community is very impressive. I have contacted all the representatives of the new generation of the empire's servant armies, and only they give people the same feeling... as the soldiers who face you directly. Maybe the Avengers will become as powerful in the future Civilization, after all, we have also experienced hardships."

"Avengers?" I was immediately attracted by this new word. "Have you already changed your names?"

"Yes, the Federation of Resurgence Civilizations." There was a proud look on the council's face. In addition, based on the way she spoke now, I judged that the slightly broken personality No. 76 should have gone to rest, "Since the exiled The years have ended, and compatriots of all ethnic groups have settled down. Naturally, we cannot continue to call ourselves by exiles and fleet numbers. This name was proposed by Cocokina, and was voted by two-thirds of the members during the meeting. Now the original All races of the Fourth and Fifth Fleets will become a common civilization, called the Resurrection Civilization Union: it is very consistent with our experience, isn't it?"

"Um..." I paused a little as I spoke, "It's indeed quite realistic, but I have a bit of a sense of reality..."

"What? Does the name Avengers have special meaning in the empire?"

Sandora's expression next to her was subtle, and my voice was rather awkward: "No, it's just that the world of the capital of the empire also happens to have an organization called the Women's Federation... I really didn't expect that there would be a civilization that would regard the Complex (Women's) Federation as its own. Formal title."

Although the names of the two are different, I just couldn’t help but scroll and complain in my heart!

"Does this name already exist?" The council opened its eyes wide, "But it doesn't matter, there are so many civilizations, and there is nothing we can do about the occasional duplicate name. I really like the name Avengers, and I voted a hundred for it. Twenty-seven votes..."

Shandora was stunned: "You vote one hundred and twenty-seven... Okay, I understand, but is this voting method fair?"

"Of course it's fair," the parliament nodded matter-of-factly. "In addition, I gave myself twenty-three votes against and sixteen abstentions. 'Parliament' is fair. In the coalition government, I am not an individual." It is not an identity activity but a senatorial group, which is something that is accepted by all the people."

…Should I continue to complain about the Women’s Federation, or should I complain about the Parliament itself voting for three types of votes at the same time and with a total vote count of 166? All I can say is that this world is really wonderful... There are all kinds of strange things in this world, and all kinds of strange races will appear.

In addition, I know how many active personalities there are in the council: 166. Of course, she cannot be a reborn body fused from just 166 consciousnesses. This number should be the number of spiritual leaders of the Yunad people back then. But... I study this dry hair?

"Speaking of which, I have a plan recently," he said, looking at the busy urban air traffic below and the citizens who didn't show repulsion when they saw the Imperial shuttle parked on the parliament building. Instead, some people looked here curiously. I thought maybe now was a good time, "The new enrollment period for the Imperial Military Academy has begun. Do you want some of the places?"

"Cultural export? Or transformation of the next generation?" The council picked up this sentence almost as soon as I finished speaking. I turned around and saw a playful smile on her face: How keen is this? Nerves!

However, without this kind of brain, the Parliament would not be able to become the supreme commander of the Fourth Fleet, let alone lead so many refugees to build their homeland to the current level in a short period of time. This powerful woman revealed her plan in one word. I didn't feel any embarrassment either. Because since she put this sentence on the table without caring. That means she doesn't mind my little thoughts.

"For this reason, both the empire and the current... Avengers Alliance need the efforts of the new generation of citizens to improve their relations," Sandora said lightly from the side, "But in addition, this is also good for you, isn't it? You should know what kind of place the Imperial Military Academy is. Being able to study there is even worthy of being recorded in history for some races. In many cases, a macro-world civilization only has a few places for further study every year. , some backward worlds that are not sufficiently civilized cannot even get the opportunity to sign up. More importantly, the knowledge gained from further training..."

The council took over the second half of Sandora's words: "The knowledge gained through training becomes systematic and belongs entirely to oneself. However, things directly supported by the empire will destroy our technology tree. I understand this very well. The old people in the exile fleet The Imperial Servant Army has experienced a very lamentable period of decline. They originally had the highest technology, but after the imperial equipment was shut down one after another, they almost became primitive people in the combined fleet. Even with the help of other members of the fleet, they It took two or three generations to recover. From this, we know what kind of embarrassment the technology tree is after being locked by higher civilizations, but the knowledge gained in that academy will be systematic. Although not much It’s cutting-edge, but at least it’s of great value to a civilization like ours… It’s a very cost-effective thing, why should I object?”

Sandora and I both smiled when we heard this: It seems that the attitude of the parliament is better than expected.

"I will put this as a motion to representatives of other races at the next joint meeting," the council nodded. "On the issue of candidates, there will probably be many new generation citizens who are interested in it. As for whether it will be passed... ...There should be no need to worry, representatives of other races will not have any resistance on this issue, and I personally will vote one hundred and fifty in favor, ten against and six abstentions..."

Me: "...I feel weird every time I hear you say this... How does it feel for you to vote against it?"

"It's just like when you get up early and wonder whether to put sugar in your brain." The council glanced at me, and then added, "Oh, by the way, this is a metaphor I saw from the Imperial Data Network, that tofu What on earth is a brain?”

Me: "...don't ask this, it's easy to get into a fight."

Next, the council consulted us about the admission standards and academic standards of the Imperial Military Academy. Shandora didn't pay much attention to this matter, so I answered on my behalf: Anyway, I also passed the exam in the school. He holds the position of honorary chairman. The admission standards of the Imperial Military Academy are actually very loose, because it faces hundreds or thousands of other races at the starting line. Each student may come from a species with completely different life forms and thinking patterns, so the school treats students There are only two requirements: intelligence to the extent that they can accept basic courses, and active thinking to accept the infusion of knowledge beyond their worldview. The second requirement is not difficult. No race lacks funny people with active minds...genius students. The first requirement is even less problematic: every member race of the Avengers has developed cross-world navigation technology. Yes, they definitely don't lack intelligence.

Just as we were finishing this topic, an emergency communication from Avalon Command suddenly interrupted the conversation between us and the Parliament. It was the voice of little Artemis: "Your Majesty, regarding the unknown intruders. Something unusual was discovered.”

"What's wrong?" The council asked curiously when they saw the slight change in my expression.

"My family asked me to go back for something," I replied casually. "I originally wanted to have a meal...it seems I have to go back first."

Parliament: "...His Majesty the Emperor still speaks so kindly..."

Sandora and I hurriedly said goodbye to the council, and a moment later entered the portal leading to the capital world. Ten minutes after Artemis's emergency communication, the two of us rushed to the central area of ​​Avalon space.

The central area of ​​Avalon space is the only "city" here. Dingdang's Great Temple and the empire's management center in this space are both located in the same area. On this great plain, there are the pyramid-shaped Xiling Mother Nest, the huge The Temple of the World Tree and the Garden of Death Control Center are located adjacent to each other, and their respective garrison personnel directly develop a city that mixes technology and mysterious style locally. This city has no name. Usually we refer to this place directly by one of its symbolic buildings. Such as the Great Temple or the Garden of Death. When he and Sandora arrived. Our first reaction was: Martial law is under way.

This city actually initiated its own martial law procedure!

The energy shield on the edge of the Great Plains has been raised. The nearly transparent city shield shrouds this magnificent building complex. There are three beams of light parallel to the earth high above the city that are continuously scanning the sky. This is a signal that the city has entered air traffic control. Level 3 is currently implemented. Air traffic control: Non-military vehicles are prohibited from entering flight altitude. At the same time, single persons other than military personnel are prohibited from flying through the restricted area. The city entrances on the plains are already under multi-level inspection, and a large number of imperial soldiers are patrolling the posts to check all people passing through the city entrances. It is estimated that Avalon civilians can no longer enter and leave this place at will, according to the current state of martial law. Non-military personnel working in the city may not be allowed to leave either.

"Atlantis is up there, and it's also under martial law." Sandora raised her head and glanced up. Behind the high-altitude clouds, looming, was the conspicuous inverted cone-shaped continental base of Atlantis. It is hovering over a city under martial law that has implemented air control, so there is only one possibility: that island in the sky is also under the same control.

"Damn it, we were just going out for a short trip, not a long trip, why did it suddenly become so serious..."

I looked up at Atlantis, which should normally move slowly across the sky, but was abnormally still at high altitude, and couldn't help but mutter to Sandora. The latter frowned, but said something else: "The Capital Special Administrative Region is only allowed to have a state of autonomous martial law without the consent of the emperor under one circumstance. That is when there is an uncontrolled invasion within a military unit... "

At this moment, I saw several figures walking out from the teleportation point at the entrance of the city. The one walking in the front was little Artemis in an elf-style hunting suit. Behind her were the Imperial Guards in Artemis. Several officers from Valon space and two Atlantean warriors as burly as giants.

Unlike the Shadow City, where most areas are civilian areas and only the central fortress is under militarized management, the entire Avalon space is a semi-military place with a higher security level. Therefore, the day-to-day management of this space is carried out by the military. It consists of two parts: the party and the people. Artemis is in charge of the latter. She is equivalent to the landlord and civil affairs manager of Avalon space. She manages the affairs of Avalon's civilian residents on a daily basis. She also serves as a high-ranking priest of the Goddess Sect. Maintain the order of this space (Avalon is the place where Ding Dong is made, so the Goddess Cult believers are responsible for the maintenance work), and the Atlantean warriors and imperial officers behind her are military administrators: now this The heads of both groups appeared at the same time, and the expressions on their faces were serious.

"The military zone is under martial law," I said, waiting for Artemis to come to me, "What's going on?"

"Excuse my caution," the capable blonde girl quickly replied, "After receiving the order, we began to monitor the flow of people throughout the space to look for the mysterious 'intruder'. At first, we found nothing, but within about two hours Recently, a stranger was suddenly reported on the continent of Atlantis. The stranger was wandering near the power system of the sky island. He somehow got past the defense line guarded by Atlantis and even wandered all the way to the power furnace. beside!"

"Atlantis?!" I was shocked and looked up at the island in the clouds. "And it got into the power furnace?"

The situation is instantly more complicated than expected. Atlantis is different from Monster Town. It is an absolute military zone! The whole family of Atlantis is a soldier, and their city is managed according to the security level of a military camp. Moreover, the sky island itself is also a war vehicle. The security level of its power furnace is the sky island except for the control room and weapons dispatch. The highest place outside the center, now, the stranger has sneaked into the power furnace of Atlantis!

"God, please punish me." Behind Artemis, two burly Atlantis warriors stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly. It seemed that they were responsible for guarding the power furnace at that time. Captain of the sentry.

"We will discuss the issue of punishment later," Sandora waved her hand, "First find out what happened to the intruder and then judge whether you are derelict in your duties. Judging from your appearance now, the stranger must have not been caught?"

"Yes, the intruder disappeared," an Atlantean warrior replied. "Right before our eyes, she disappeared after turning around the protective grille of the power furnace, and there was no passage behind the protective grille. . There was no sign of the space door being opened at the scene. In addition, we have checked the access records of all entrances and exits near the power furnace, and the equipment shows... that every access is authorized normally."

At least we understand one thing: the "intruder" actually has the authorization to travel unimpeded in military facilities!

Do we need to screen the root directory of all personnel in the empire?

I turned my attention to Sandora, and at this moment, Artemis seemed to have something to say. She coughed slightly: "Ahem, Your Majesty, there is another thing that directly caused the martial law. The situation seems to be It’s many times more complicated than expected...The stranger who appeared in the power furnace...is an Atlantean woman, which is inconsistent with the situation reported in Monster Town."