Chapter 633
My Empire Chapter 633
2020-11-03
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He rubbed the bridge of his nose, then picked up a resume and looked at the resolute face and the striking military rank.
"They are all sitting in the position of lieutenant general, and they are still a real power. If they are involved in this kind of thing, are they brainless, or are they eating too much?" Carl impatiently added this Throwing the resume back on the table, hate iron for not becoming steel cursed.
Recently, more and more information has been sent to him. Unfamiliar words such as "native faction" and "transformation faction" have made the people who were originally busy with the Demon Realm expedition doubly busy. Carl, get more tired.
Just processing some information from Demon Realm and integrating some Demon Realm profiles is already frustrating, and now there is such a moth in the back of my own, how can I not let Carl this close The head of the special affairs department of the guards collapsed?
With the in-depth investigation, Carl has also figured out what these mysterious factions are actually naive.
The so-called "primitive faction" actually refers to the extremists of the "mortal pure-blood faction". They promote the theory of mortal supremacy, believing that mortals are the elite of the empire, and consider themselves the most worthy of the lineage of Emperor Your Majesty.
This faction has always had a big market in Alanhill. After all, the emperor Your Majesty started with mortals, and Alanhill's expansion slogan also supported their views: "Mortals are never slaves..."
In the past, the most despised by these primitive extremists were the magicians, but now they have a new "enemy".
With the development of puppet prosthetics, more and more people are injured and fitted with prosthetic limbs, and a new faction is quietly emerging, which is the so-called "transformation faction".
Those who have enjoyed the benefits of prosthetics, those who were once disabled, no longer feel inferior to their broken bodies, they accept their new bodies and are proud of them.
These people also have their own theoretical foundations. Mortals can install prosthetic limbs to transform themselves and make themselves stronger. Magicians can also use prosthetic limbs to enhance their combat capability. In short, this is the perfection of human beings. A new outlet for self!
As a result, some radical people voluntarily mutilated their own bodies and installed prosthetic limbs to replace their original bodies to accelerate the so-called "evolution" they believed.
In this part of people, there are mortals in the traditional sense, and there are powerful magicians, who secretly united and established a mysterious and secretive sect: "Reformation School".
What made people didn't know whether to cry or laugh was that soon this reformist was strongly resisted by another traditional force: magicians who did not want to reform their bodies, regarded this so-called The evolution of the heretics, they are full of hostility to people with prosthetic limbs.
Thinking about it, I know that magicians with natural power are of course unwilling to see countless mortals transform their bodies to popularize their magical abilities, and they also don't want to see some magicians reap without sowing and gain higher magical powers by transforming their bodies. magic level.
So, an interesting Romance of the Three Kingdoms was staged within the Alanhill Empire. "Native faction", "magician" and "transformation faction" are hostile to each other, and there are many contradictions.
Originally, if it was just three troublesome "small groups", Carl wouldn't have such a headache. He has personally suppressed the resistance of magicians, and he has also captured countless fallen demons. Of course, he will not be merciful to the stinky fish and rotten shrimps.
But after investigation, he found out that these three so-called factions are surprisingly "politically correct"...
The "primitive faction" is loyal to Your Majesty. There is no doubt about it. Most of the bigwigs who support and sympathize with mortals started from scratch with the emperor Your Majesty. They hold great power and are loyal to Alanhill and Chris, even to the death.
The "transformation faction" regards the emperor Your Majesty as a god. These people think that the emperor Your Majesty points out the way forward for their own evolution and for the development of mankind. They madly support the Emperor Your Majesty, and are even willing to donate one more arm for the Emperor Your Majesty...
The "magician" group is eager to integrate into Alanhill, and they are also unrepentant. Carl himself is a magician, of course he knows how much he has paid for Alanhill. But he's just a magician in his identity, and has no interest in joining that goddamn "magician" group.
It is precisely because these people are available that their loyalty explodes, and they are hostile to each other but have not attacked each other on a large scale to affect the stability of the empire, so it is really not easy for Carl to take action.
Are some people arrested because they don't agree with others? Carl thinks this is ridiculous - unless that person doesn't agree with Emperor Your Majesty, why arrest someone?
Originally, he was just for people to pay close attention to, to keep an eye on some people with a more aggressive style of behavior - but recently there have been more and more such people, and the special task department of the Guards is responsible for the work of this matter. The group takes care of one and the other.
The dispatched personnel were stretched thin, and even Carl didn't know if the subordinates he had arranged were from these sect groups.
After all, there are magicians and mortals in the Special Missions Department. Exactly which sect they belong to, or which sect they sympathize with, which sect their thoughts belong to... No one can investigate clearly.
Even if there is no puppet prosthesis, it may be a potential "reformer", and they may just not put it into action and have not installed a prosthesis.
In the same way, just because someone is magician doesn't mean he's a magician sect. There are also sympathizers in magician who are sympathetic to mortals, and they may also be potential supporters of native sects.
Thinking of this, Carl felt that his head was getting bigger. Originally, he didn't intend to bother Chris because of this trivial matter, but now it seems that it is impossible not to report it to the Emperor Your Majesty and let the Emperor Your Majesty judge.
"Crack", Carl, who was sitting behind his desk, turned on his computer and began to sort out the intelligence files in front of him that had been confirmed to be true from different channels.
Report to the Emperor Your Majesty, and Ran can't just go to open his mouth with these materials and say that he wants to organize the information in his hand clearly and make the Emperor Your Majesty obvious at a glance. This is the duty of a courtier, or one of his tasks.
His fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, and he could only rely on the dictionary to look up the rare words one by one. His typing speed is very slow. After all, there are not many documents that need to be sorted out by the head of the special task department of the Guards.
In the Imperial Palace, Luther handed a simple and clear message to Chris, and after Chris read it, he clipped it to the title page of the book he was reading.
"It is estimated that Carl's side is about to deliver it." Chris flipped a page of the book and said to Luther who was standing behind him with his eyes down, "I already know about this, you deliver An internal document, assigned to Minister Level 1."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Luther bowed slightly: "Do you want 'Black Hawk' to handle it?"
"There's no need for this, so what are people being alarmed for?" Chris still didn't look up, as if this matter was simply not taking seriously.
After he finished reading another page, he closed the book and looked towards Luther: "On the ground, you can only see the ravines, and when you stand on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the plain... No matter how high you are, you can’t look up at the starry sky, and you only have the word “small”.”
“What we want is the entire world! The vast starry sky, the stars shining above our heads, belong to Alanhill. We keep moving forward, and it may be too late to reach the end, how can we go back and help those who are left behind?" He said as he stood up.
Going to the window, Chris looked at the Imperial Palace that was almost invisible outside his window, sighed: "Oh...forget it, you go get ready, I'll give a speech. This is my last time. Looking back, if there are still people who can't keep up, then let them fend for themselves."
"Your kindness will save those lambs who have lost their way." Luther bowed his head in admiration and praised: "When these dull people get old, they'll sit on their recliners and reminisce about today's stories. They'll thank Your Majesty for your persistence and be proud to be with you."
"Hope...that's it." Chris didn't look back, still overlooking the largest palace in this world, overlooking the territory under his feet, overlooking everything he created, and said a little lonely.
It has been seven years since he came to this world, and he has turned this world in front of him into a familiar look.
Here is the fast as lightning Internet, here are the artificial satellites in the sky, here are the thermonuclear weapons that destroy the city and pull out the village, and here are the traditional Chinese food and classic clothing.
Of course, there is another world that doesn't have things here, there is gorgeous and cool magic, there is a giant dragon that can fly to cover the heavens, shielding the sun, and there is Shrinking the Earth into an Inch's space door, where there are other races with different styles.
"There are still a few sectors..." Chris smiled wryly, and hooked the head -- it's really a pain in the ass...
(end of this chapter)