Chapter 668 You can be the puppet of the House of Representatives, but I can’t be the puppet of Qinglong?

The dazzling aftermath in his pupils gradually dissipated, and when it reached this place, it only made his hair flutter slightly.

The void cracks were gradually healing, as if being woven by needle and thread, and the starry sky before his eyes returned to peace.

Abel finally reacted and his throat rolled with difficulty.

Everything that just happened happened too fast, from Li Ming suddenly contacting him, to the enemy's attack, and even his death, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Qinglong has made such a major breakthrough in mechanical bodies?

Being able to kill Grulin in seconds, the energy level must be no less than 600X, or even higher.

This level of X-class life form has a high status within the empire, and even his father has to treat it politely.

Now he is his bodyguard. I didn’t expect Li Ming to be so kind and let his teacher send such a powerful mechanical body. Or does he have other ideas?

His mind was in a mess, but Abel had seen a lot of things, so he forced himself to calm down.

Then he noticed a film of air popping out from King Zhentian and gradually wrapping him up.

Looking up at the mechanical body in front of him, Abel suddenly remembered what Li Ming had said before. His eyelids twitched and he wanted to ask hurriedly.

But when the words came to his lips, he became cautious, "Your Excellency King Zhentian, you..."

"It's still me..." Li Ming spoke, his mechanical pupils flashed, and he was also savoring the feeling of controlling King Zhentian to take action just now.

This kind of remote descent can only use the current mechanical body and cannot obtain the blessing of the control bar.

But when he sensed someone attacking, he switched the control of his body to the main combat system.

It was just a trial run just now. He even controlled his strength and didn't burst out with all his strength. As a result, he still didn't feel any resistance, just like cutting tofu.

Before Abel could ponder the meaning of the word "still," he hurriedly asked, "What happened in the imperial capital?"

Li Ming then said, "Not long ago, I received news that three hours ago, your imperial capital cut off all external connection signals and the star gates were also closed."

"According to some spaceships left outside the imperial capital, your home planet seems to have entered a state of martial law. No one is allowed to enter or leave."

"Interrupt external connections? State of martial law?" Abel was distracted, his pupils dilated.

The imperial capital became an isolated island, and the outside world was unable to know what happened there.

"Three hours ago..." His face was gloomy. So much time had passed, but he hadn't received any news.

He couldn't help but recall that he was still intensively examining several officers at that time.

As for the transmission of information, it takes time. Very few people can communicate with the empire's home planet continuously and uninterruptedly, and most of them are various institutions of the empire.

He hurriedly took out the smart terminal from his arms, but due to the fluctuations in the battle just now, the signal was severely interfered with and he was unable to contact the outside world at all.

Realizing this, he couldn't help but be stunned. He looked up at the mechanical body in front of him. How did Li Ming communicate?

"Are there any clues? I feel this matter is not simple." Li Ming couldn't help but ask seeing his hasty reaction.

Abel didn't have time to think about how Li Ming maintained normal communication. He put away the smart terminal, his face flickering, but he had an extremely strong premonition in his heart.

"I...I don't know either." He subconsciously denied it.

Li Ming was very dissatisfied. "It's already this late, and you're still trying to hide things from me. My teacher has already made a bet. You think this mechanical body was sent here for no reason? Even the cost of its operation is a hefty price."

"The Empire's home planet is clearly going through something. They've even sent people to kill you. If you don't tell me, our cooperation will end."

Abel couldn't help but look at the place where Grulin died, his face pale and uncertain. There were many of his confidants in that battleship.

He had clearly compromised, but the House of Commons and the House of Lords still sent people to attack him.

He couldn't figure out the twists and turns for the time being.

But Li Ming was right about one thing: if he hesitated any longer, it would be too late.

He gritted his teeth, stared at the mechanical body in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "My father was suddenly attacked more than half a year ago and was seriously injured and on the verge of death."

Li Ming was stunned. Was Adam really going to die?

He couldn't help but ask: "Hasn't he been hiding in the Wandering Emperor Ship? Who can find him?"

"I don't know the details," Abel sighed. "Half a year ago, my father suddenly gathered all of us together, boarded the Wandering Imperial Ship, and revealed his wounds, claiming he was ambushed by a Titan branch."

"He claimed that he would choose a successor from among us in the coming time."

"This..." Li Ming was speechless. Titan branch? Where did Adam copy this from?

"You just believe it so easily?"

Abel sighed, "I know what you're thinking. This matter is very strange. Not only am I suspicious, but my brothers are also suspicious..."

"But what if?"

What's the use of doubting? I don't have enough power to investigate the truth of this matter.

But Adam had already thrown the question out, and if he didn't take it, someone else would take it.

Being one step behind is equivalent to being ten thousand steps behind. While he was struggling to figure out whether it was true or not, his brothers had already started arresting people.

"This is forcing these princes to take action."

Li Ming realized that once these princes made a move, the news would naturally spread.

As a result, all kinds of speculations are flying around, and the internal situation of the empire is bound to be in turmoil. The situation on the surface is more useful than any news.

Even if the news is mixed with truth and falsehood, the turbulent situation is real. Whether it is to gather information or for real ulterior motives, external forces will gradually intervene.

As the cost of investment becomes higher and higher and the situation becomes more and more serious, no one can withdraw.

"So what's the situation on the empire's home planet now?" Li Ming asked again.

"I..." Abel hesitated, "I just have a rough guess..."

"If you are sure that your father is seriously injured and has enough strength to support himself, then completing the tasks assigned by your father step by step is actually a waste of time."

"Force the emperor to abdicate." Li Ming spat out two words.

Abel shook his head at this moment, as if explaining to Li Ming, but also as if explaining to himself, "Not necessarily, maybe it was my father who did it..."

Suddenly, King Zhentian's mechanical pupils lit up, contracted, and expanded.

When he spoke again, Li Ming's tone became strange, "Things have come to fruition."

"Hmm?" Abel looked up suddenly.

The radiant blue light shone from King Zhentian's eyes, forming a virtual screen in front of him.

There was only one line of text on it, and the publisher was the Imperial Royal Affairs Department--

"…Holy Emperor Adam succumbed to his injuries at 2:23 PM today. In accordance with his will and the imperial tradition, the eldest prince, Arthur, will succeed the Holy Emperor from today."

Staring at the middle paragraph, Abel's face changed drastically in horror, then turned red, then ashen, bloodshot spread in his pupils, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He raised his arm with difficulty, as if it weighed a thousand pounds, pointed at the screen in front of him, and gritted his teeth, "How dare he, how dare he!"

"He...he...is a traitor,"

By the end, Abel's face had turned pale, and he murmured, "Impossible, father...how could he...how could he..."

Abel still couldn't believe that his great father had collapsed like this. He suffered a great blow.

Li Ming stared at the screen, amazed. "What a decisive move! They seized the legitimacy of the identity and directly declared Adam dead."

"No..." Abel seemed to be provoked by something. He suddenly looked up and said hoarsely, "He thinks too simply. How can the succession be decided by just one word?"

"Hmm, let me see..." Li Ming muttered, "In the past few minutes, more than four hundred planetary governors, nineteen star region governors, and two veteran princes have acknowledged his position..."

"Puppet!" Abel roared, "He is willing to be a puppet of the House of Commons and the House of Lords. Shame on him. This is a disgrace to the royal bloodline!"

"Don't worry about whether it's shameful or not. He is the Holy Emperor now..." Li Ming shook his head and the virtual screen disappeared.

But he was quite surprised that Adam's trick had even fooled the top leaders of the empire.

Hmm... He hesitated again, not necessarily, maybe it wasn't a show, he was really killed by the Titan branch that appeared out of nowhere, it was not impossible.

Haven’t the Houses of Commons and Lords considered the possibility that this is a major event?

But he still took action, perhaps he has already found out the truth.

Li Ming realized that even he could not be sure what was going on, let alone those guys who were seriously lacking in information.

Regardless of whether the matter is true or false, it has developed to this point. Those who have had grudges against the empire, forces or civilizations will be struck by lightning if they do not reach out and tear a piece of flesh from the empire.

Li Ming looked down at Abel, who looked as though he had lost his parents, and said in a flat voice, "Do you want to continue to be shocked?"

"Me?" Abel looked up blankly. It was hard for him to accept that his house was robbed while he was diligently investigating the case.

But looking at the mechanical body in front of him, he calmed down a little and said through gritted teeth: "I...I will never, never let him get what he wants!"

Abel seemed to have regained some confidence. He took a deep breath and tried to adjust his thoughts. "It's not that there is no chance. The House of Commons and the House of Lords were hit hard by my father before, and their influence has weakened a lot."

"Only a small number of people have spoken out. The remaining high-ranking officials of the Empire are probably in a state of confusion and doubt. They are still an extremely powerful force."

"But in a short period of time, if no one gives them guidance, they will probably be gradually broken down like a pile of loose sand."

Li Ming looked at Abel quietly.

"I want to contact other brothers..." He got stuck here and slowly closed his eyes.

His mind calmed down again and he realized that since they had already sent people to attack him, not to mention the other princes.

There are not many people who can mobilize X-level life forms as bodyguards.

"Even if I'm the only one left, I'll do it!" Abel clenched his fists, his expression firm.

"If you raise your arms and call for help, how many people do you think will help you?" Li Ming asked with interest.

"I..." Abel's face changed, but he felt dejected. With the help of the list Li Ming gave him, he had indeed accumulated a lot of power.

But compared with the foundation of the House of Commons and the House of Lords, it is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

He also did not have enough prestige to gather the remaining high-ranking officials of the empire.

In terms of familiarity, ten of him couldn't compare to Arthur.

Instead of following him and trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm, it is better to pretend that nothing has happened. It is just a change of dynasty, and your position will not change.

Of course there are people who are loyal to Adam, but not too many.

He must first have the power to compete with others before he can attract more people to help him.

He immediately realized another meaning in Li Ming's words.

Abel's face was tense and he was struggling in his heart. Although Arthur was in collusion with the House of Commons and the House of Lords, he was still a force within the empire. But once Qinglong was brought in.

But he caught a glimpse of the place where Grulin died. The House of Lords and the House of Commons had almost killed him twice.

Almost all of his confidants and subordinates were killed or injured... The balance in Abel's heart gradually sank to one side.

Of course, the most important thing is the darkest and most unspeakable desire in his heart.

He also wants the throne of the Holy Emperor!

Arthur can be a puppet of the House of Commons and the House of Lords, so why can't he be a puppet of Qinglong!

After three or four minutes, his eyes gradually hardened. He stared closely at the mechanical body in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Li Ming, I need your teacher's help."

Li Ming couldn't help but grin and asked slowly, "Then what can you provide for my teacher?"

Abel didn't bargain this time, his voice was firm, "Anything he needs from me, he'll get."

"Ha..." Li Ming couldn't help but laugh, "Your awareness is greater than I thought. I can promise you on behalf of the teacher right now that I can help you."

"You only need to do one thing now. Find your people and publish a notice on the interstellar network, denying Arthur's location."

Abel was not surprised. It was inevitable to deny the legitimacy of the other party and increase one's own legitimacy.

"And then?" he asked again.

"Then, wait for the stars to take notice." Li Ming said meaningfully, "This place is not far from the military base. Let King Zhentian take you there and rush to the Empire's home planet as quickly as possible."

"Don't worry, the help my teacher can provide you is far beyond your imagination."

Abel wanted to ask again, but found that Li Ming had already logged off.

For a moment, he was extremely confused, but he forced himself to be strong. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. No matter what, he will go all the way to the end.

In the Heavenly Palace, Li Ming opened his eyes, his expression changed, he looked down at the smart terminal, and murmured softly:

"Whether he's truly dead or just a setup, whatever the situation, the stage has been set. So, I'll just add fuel to the fire..."

He immediately sent a meeting letter to all members of the United Organization of Higher Life Forms to convene a meeting.

Time is running out, just half an hour later.

This is almost the meeting with the shortest preparation time since the establishment of the joint organization.

Ignoring the large number of messages that followed from the backstage, Li Ming stood up and went to the conference hall.

At the same time, only twenty minutes had passed since the empire issued the succession statement.

But Interstellar has exploded.

(End of this chapter)