Chapter 337 Let the emperor wash his neck
It is impossible for Jessica to cooperate with the Virgin Helen to test whether Paul has the potential to become Quessaz Hadrak, even though she knew that Paul was escorting the Galactic Emperor.
The greatest purpose of Virgin Helen's trip was destined to fail.
"Duke, how could you say such treacherous words and ignore the favor of the great Emperor of the Galaxy!" The emperor's envoy was no longer as calm as before. He said with sweat dripping down his back, "I think there must be some villain who caused trouble. You have misunderstood the emperor’s gift.”
The emperor's envoy had no reason not to reprimand Duke Leto for his humiliation and death.
But his voice was much weaker than when he announced the decree just now, because behind Duke Leto stood a huge group of Atreides warriors. As long as Duke Leto said a word, his life would be at stake here.
Duke Leto ignored the emperor's envoy's weak words. He looked at everyone in the audience with contempt, his eyes especially resting on the representatives of the Astronautical Guild for a few seconds.
Of the group, the representatives of the aerospace union are the most distinctive.
They wore gorgeous clothes and helmets filled with red smoke. While witnessing this historic moment in front of them, they kept inhaling the atomized spices in the helmets.
Spices are addictive.
The navigators of the Astronautical Guild are all drug addicts, and most of the spices produced in Arrakis have been consumed by them. When the supply of spices is cut off, these people will definitely be worse than dead, and what kind of turmoil will be caused in the galaxy.
If there is a chance, the Aerospace Guild must be eliminated first.
Duke Leto felt a murderous intention in his heart.
At the moment when this murderous intention arose, the representatives of the Astronautical Guild all panicked, because they all saw themselves dying here in their visions of the future.
"No!" screamed a representative of the Astronautical Guild, "you can't kill us!"
People who smoke a lot of spices will have a slight ability to predict the future. Although the people of the Astronautical Guild cannot predict the future for a long time like the sisterhood, they can occasionally foresee things a few minutes later, and this ability will be in Get a temporary boost when smoking spices.
Duke Leto frowned slightly, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.
He heard that people who smoked a lot of spices would have their faces mutated, and he doubted whether these representatives of the Astronautical Guild still had human faces.
"No, I won't kill you." Duke Leto's tone became calmer, and he walked down the platform with a smile.
At this moment, the emperor's envoy felt as if he were facing a powerful enemy.
He cautiously held the scroll with the emperor's decree in front of him as a shield, completely forgetting the respect he should have for the scroll.
Duke Leto sneered.
He grabbed the scroll with his hands, turned around and walked to the stone platform nearby, placed the scroll on it, and stamped the seal with fire paint.
"Atreides, take your orders," he said meaningfully.
The emperor's messenger looked confused.
Duke Leto had just scolded the emperor and told him the emperor's conspiracy in a serious manner. Why did he accept the order?
According to the rhythm just now,
Isn’t it time to rebel on the spot?
"We are the Atreides!" Duke Leto held up the scroll and turned to look at his army. He said calmly, "Since the emperor wants to destroy us in Arrakis, let's go to Arrakis to see what the emperor has. How capable!"
As soon as the words fell, a roar like a roaring tsunami erupted from the army.
"Atreides!"
"Atreides!"
"Atreides!"
"Atreides!"
"Atreides!"
Atreides' cries gathered into a strong wind that blinded the Emperor's messenger.
"Let the emperor wash his neck and come to us in Arrakis"
"roll!"
Duke Leto turned around suddenly and slammed the scroll in his hand onto the stomach of the emperor's messenger.
"Ouch!"
The scroll weighed several kilograms, and the impact caused the emperor's envoy to bend over and scream in pain.
The emperor's messenger did not dare to say another word. He held the scroll, turned around and ran towards the spacecraft hatch as if fleeing, followed closely by members of the royal family, representatives of the Astronautical Guild, and the Virgin Helen.
They got into the spaceship dejectedly, quickly closed the hatch, then started the engine and took off, becoming a smaller and smaller dot in Duke Leto's eyes.
Duke Leto walked up to the high platform and patted Paul's shoulder, who was still in shock.
"Son, follow me."
Snapped!
Expensive vases worth millions of cosmos were smashed to the hard floor like garbage, shattering into worthless ceramic shards all over the floor.
This is the tenth vase today.
Tens of millions of cosmic cords were scattered on the floor in pieces. The money could have been exchanged for mountains of food and water, but now it was burned up in someone's wrath.
"Leto! Atreides!"
The man behind the curtain roared with hatred, but it was unclear whether he was angry at Leto Atreides personally, or at Leto and the Atreides family.
"I will destroy Atreides!"
Most likely it's the latter.
The maids crouched outside the curtain in fear. Even if their cheeks were cut by fragments of the ejected vase, they did not dare to make a sound, for fear of becoming a tool for the man inside the curtain to vent his anger.
They were the maids of Emperor Padishah.
On weekdays, they relied on this status to obtain many privileges, but when the emperor was angry, they could easily turn into cold bodies in the morgue because of this status.
Snapped!
Another vase flew out from behind the curtain, this time accidentally hitting a maid on the head.
The vase exploded on the maid's head, and red blood dripped from her forehead. She collapsed on the spot, not knowing whether she was alive or dead, and no one came to treat her.
The other maids were even more frightened.
They had never seen Emperor Padisha look so angry. According to convention, it was inevitable that several people would die, and even all of them might die here.
"Emperor, why are you so angry?"
The Virgin Helen walked into the room. She stepped over the fragments of the vase on the floor and the body of the maid who collapsed on the ground. She walked fearlessly through the curtain and saw the furious Padishah Emperor.
"Holy Mother, you came just in time!" Padisha put down the twelfth vase in his hand and said angrily, "That bastard Leto actually said those rebellious words in public. This is a blatant challenge to me. Authority, I will never allow him to continue to live, and I order the Sisters to assist me in destroying Atreides!"
The power of the Sisterhood cannot even be ignored by the Emperor.
Virgin Helen smiled, she sat next to the emperor, and said softly: "Dear Emperor, this is why I am here."
Her eyes flashed with malice.
She hit a brick wall with Jessica.
She discovers that Jessica, an important piece in the breeding program, is out of the sisterhood's control, and she has no access to Paul, who may be Quessaz Hardrach.
Thousands of years of planning by the sisterhood may not only be in vain, but may also become a wedding dress for others.
She will never allow such a thing to happen, she will completely destroy Jessica's stupidity and delusion in Arrakis! (End of chapter)