Chapter 122 Chapter 122: Granted Marriage "Your Majesty, this opportunity is rare...
His Majesty Atalan has always been hailed as the golden sun of the empire.
He possesses extremely high power and extremely tough methods, and knows everything.
He is the pillar of the empire, the faith in the hearts of countless people, and he illuminates the future of the entire empire.
The king's expression was extremely cold and distant, like a dry, frozen golden iris that had been drained of all its energy.
Only at occasional moments could one catch a glimpse of an unconcealable fatigue in the king's light golden eyes.
That kind of fatigue is not physical exhaustion, but a dull pain in the soul.
During these long years, the most serious wound has never healed.
A golden phoenix with one wing broken was perched on a sunken log.
His Majesty Atalan stood in the center of the banquet hall, his eyes sweeping over everyone, as if examining his empire—was it as he had promised?
Even the sun will eventually set.
The crown and royal power pressed directly on the king's wounds.
Even if my soul and body are taken away, I will still move forward. I cannot feel tired and dare not feel tired.
The endlessly rotating mechanical bearings will eventually burst.
What His Majesty Atalan lacks is vitality.
But Ranta is not like that.
Ranta smiled gently, her golden eyelashes trembling slightly, like the wings of a butterfly about to fly. Her light golden eyes reflected the brilliance of glass, but they were not fragile.
Ranta is a golden iris blooming on a bloody battlefield, tough and beautiful. The strong wind and rain cannot extinguish his character, but make him even more dazzling.
One bloody rain after another.
Extremely horrified.
Kolanta looked at the devastation and said with compassion but determination:
"The flesh and blood the nobles plundered could have built a city wall thousands of feet high, but it couldn't withstand their shamelessness and cunning tactics."
"The grinding of teeth and sucking of blood in this world never stops. Crushing a spine, burning a corpse, will be followed by thousands of voices of discontent."
"I want to end war with war and put an end to disputes."
"As long as I win, I swear that from now on, there will not be a single slave in these thirty-seven galaxies."
"No more female insect wings will appear in any display case, no whips or blood will be allowed in any family, and no one is born to kneel."
"Wherever the golden battle flag is hoisted, sunshine, rain, and the air of freedom will come."
He asked:
"Cerie, will you join me?"
So, Xirui joined the rebels and, in an almost unconventional way, continued to conquer thirty star systems together with the rebels.
There are still seven star systems resisting stubbornly.
There are constant deaths, and new forces are constantly joining.
The leader of the rebel army is the savior chosen by the people and the new king chosen by fate.
The direction the king is looking at is the direction the army is moving. The road they are walking on is made of iron bones and yellow earth, and glory is seen in blood.
This uprising was filled with blood and sacrifice.
Like weeds,
To break the stone that covers your head,
It is necessary to constantly climb and break grass leaves, sacrifices are made one after another, the juice of the grass leaves is dripping, accompanied by the smell of gunpowder.
This is an extremely arrogant dream.
Blood, gunfire, and beauty.
Xirui had been having dreams for two years. The relationship between reality and dreams became reversed and blurred, and he felt an extremely strong sense of separation. As a result, Xirui even saw a psychologist countless times.
Even a psychologist who is on the list of international research institutions told him.
This was just a fantasy he had imagined in his subconscious mind to comfort himself.
Genius and madman,
It's just a matter of thought.
Everyone told him that it was all just his imagination, that it was all fake, that it didn't exist.
Your magnificent love is nothing but imaginary self-gratification.
Your self-righteous actions are a reflection of your idealized hypocritical morality.
You imagine yourself as a hero, a savior, but in reality, you are still just human.
You're just too lonely.
So the next year, Xirui stopped receiving any psychological diagnosis.
He tried to think and accept all the rationality and irrationality in himself.
If one has to listen to other people's opinions and ideas even when judging his own heart, then this heart no longer belongs to him.
So what if it's true? So what if it's false? Does it matter?
The most important thing is to listen to the voice of your heart.
That year, Xirui's hobbies became more extensive, covering almost all areas that could make him feel exciting and challenging.
Shooting, diving, hacking... He is obsessed with highly competitive and challenging activities, as if only at this time can he truly feel himself.
He wanted to increase his understanding of himself by understanding the world.
It is impossible for a person to know what he wants to be from birth.
So does Xirui.
This year, various extreme sports began to become Xirui's favorite. Whether it was skydiving, cliff climbing, or high-speed racing, Xirui enjoyed it all.
He likes the thrill of his heart nearly jumping out of his chest, and the tension and excitement of walking on the edge of life and death.
For him, perhaps life should burn to the limit. Even if you may fall in the next second, you must first enjoy the ultimate pleasure of this moment.
He was out of line in reality, but when he returned to his dreams and to Ranta's side, he seemed to have a place in his heart that was at peace.
Golden Iris,
Dazzling gold.
On the battlefield where life and death depended on a single moment, Xirui became even calmer.
Amidst the hail of countless gunfire and rockets, he and Ranta got closer and closer.
During the landing counterattack in the 35th galaxy, their team lost contact with the entire large force and was severely ambushed.
In order to protect Xirui, Ranta was shot in the abdomen and bleeding profusely. The medical conditions were extremely poor and he almost died.
Amidst the rubble of the explosion, Ranta drooped his eyes weakly, the light in his eyes grew dimmer and dimmer, his face was as pale as paper, and fine beads of blood hung on his forehead.
He suddenly asked Xirui very softly:
"Cerie, I'm so unwilling... If I really... die, can you lead my army and continue to fight?"
At that moment, Xirui pressed Ranta's bleeding wound without hesitation:
"There will only be one leader for the rebellion from beginning to end. I will protect you and save you. If you want to become the king of the entire thirty-seven galaxies, you must persevere."
"Hold on, you'll survive."
In just five hours, Xirui broke out of the encirclement and suffered countless injuries, half of which were caused by protecting the dying Ranta.
Finally, Xirui hugged Ranta and raised the damaged golden battle flag with the hot and scorching muzzle of his gun. He saw the reinforcements coming from afar, like the god of war descending from the sky, the dawn breaking, like Ranta's golden eyes.
——The monarch appointed by heaven.
——It’s like a heroic epic, slowly unfolding.
That night, Xirui and Ranta were both admitted to the emergency room.
Stopping bleeding, bandaging, giving intravenous drips... the doctors worked all night and finally stabilized the injuries of the two patients.
Finally, all the doctors left and they were the only two left in the ward.
The night was deep and quiet, with only the faint sounds of instruments echoing in the air.
Ranta covered the wound and gauze on his abdomen, his light golden eyes filled with stubbornness and persistence. He struggled to move his body, crawling step by step to Xirui's bedside.
Then he gently put his ear to Xirui's chest and listened carefully to Xirui's heartbeat.
"Heartbeat..."
Ranta murmured softly, his voice hoarse and weak, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was confirming something.
Xirui certainly felt it. Seeing Ranta lying on his chest, he was stunned for a moment, then he smiled weakly:
"How is it? Is my heart still beating?"
Ranta didn't answer, but just nodded slightly, then leaned her head on Xirui's uninjured shoulder and closed her eyes.
All the stubbornness and persistence turned into silent dependence.
The moonlight is so beautiful.
Xirui looked at the ceiling, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and whispered:
"Ranta, when we really win, I have something to tell you."
Lanta still had her eyes closed, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible: "...What did you say? Can't you say it now..."
Xirui smiled, with a hint of mystery in his tone: "You'll know when the time comes."
Ranta was extremely nervous and tired. He did not ask any more questions, but just said "hmm" softly and then fell into a deep sleep.
For them, hugging each other is the best healing.
The golden iris blooms in Xirui's heart, fresh, abundant, and with a well-developed root system.
But now, the golden iris inlaid with precious gems that was blooming in the royal court was almost dead and dried up.
The truth is really easy to guess.
Dreams are real.
The current Emperor Atalan of the Empire is the former Ranta, the leader of the rebels and the golden iris in Xirui's heart.
They had not even exchanged their real names at that time, but they had already given their lives to each other.
——
I've seen the banquet hall countless times, and there's nothing interesting about it.
Most of the guests who came didn't cause any waves.
His Majesty Atalan glanced at him coldly, his expression still distant and majestic, and no emotion could be seen in his light golden eyes.
Following behind him, Count Obedi walked in. Count Obedi was old and his gray hair was already noticeable, but his eyes were still sharp and his scheming was deep.
However, when his eyes fell on his female, Aubrey, his mood softened involuntarily.
"Your Majesty, this is Oberly, my female, who has just reached adulthood. I am truly sorry to have caused Your Majesty such embarrassment."
Count Obedi bowed slightly, his tone respectful yet calm.
He waved, and O'Beri immediately ran over happily, with a bit of shyness and anticipation on his face.
Obery stopped before His Majesty Atalan, bowed, and said in a clear and respectful voice:
"Your Majesty, may the sun of the empire shine forever."
His Majesty Attalan said "hmm" lightly, his eyes stayed on Obelix for a moment, then moved away, still showing no emotion.
Seeing this, Count Obedi smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone:
"Your Majesty, this opportunity is rare. Why not let this unworthy child of mine beg for a lord at the banquet?"
As he spoke, his eyes swept across the banquet hall, as if searching for a suitable target.
His Majesty Atalaan simply nodded lightly, which was considered as his tacit consent.
Upon seeing this, Earl Obedi's smile deepened a little, and he turned to O'Beili and said:
"Have you found a male insect that you like? Why not take this opportunity to ask His Majesty to grant you a marriage? Even if a female monarch can't do it, a female servant can."
Upon hearing this, O'Beri's face flushed and his eyes wandered around the banquet hall, finally settling in one direction - it was Xirui.
In an instant, all the guests' eyes followed O'Beri's gaze and focused on Xirui.
The atmosphere in the banquet hall seemed to freeze at this moment. The whispers stopped abruptly, leaving only the faint sound of music echoing in the air.
Right now.
The chief eunuch following behind His Majesty Attalan, Cade, was dressed in a gold and blue robe, his expression originally respectful and solemn.
However, the moment he followed O'Beri's gaze and saw Xirui, his face suddenly changed, as if he saw something that shocked him greatly.
Cade was shocked.
That face - it's almost 70% similar to the male insect from that year!
That's... that S-rank male insect Xirui?
Cade's eyes trembled slightly, and his gaze moved back and forth between Xirui and His Majesty Atalan, as if he was annoyed about something.
At that time, His Majesty Atalan wanted all the information on high-level male insects to select a suitable male master for His Highness Hedis. At that time, Xirui's information was naturally also delivered.
But as soon as Cade saw Xirui's face, he removed Xirui's message.
Xirui's face is so similar to that of the male insect from that year - that male insect has been a taboo that everyone knows cannot be mentioned since twenty-five years ago.
Now suddenly there is a Xirui who looks so similar?
Could it be that this is the male offspring born by the male insect after it defected and had sex with another female insect?
Everyone knew that His Majesty was fond of that male insect back then. Perhaps only that male insect would pretend not to know, or perhaps he really didn't know.
Your Majesty injured his abdomen because of that male insect and has been unable to have children since then. However, during the final battle to capture the thirty-seven star systems, it was said that the male insect defected to the enemy and has not been heard from since.
Your Majesty doesn’t know how long you have been heartbroken.
It has been twenty-five years. It is better not to make His Majesty sad.
That's why Cade removed Xirui's information to prevent His Majesty Atalan from seeing it.
But I never expected that, maybe it was a bad fate that I couldn't escape, Xirui actually came to this royal banquet!
Damn it, it's too late.
At this moment, His Majesty Atalan's gaze also fell on Xirui——
The male insect with black hair and black eyes stood there with an upright posture. His dark blue suit shone slightly under the light, and an exquisite silver brooch was pinned on his collar.
He is tall and handsome, with a naturally ruthless and fickle look and a bit of a hipster temperament.
Those dark pupils were like the mythical black sun in the mural, deep and mysterious, revealing an unreasonable wildness, as if they could drag people into it at any time.
Indeed, he has enough capital to attract the attention of everyone present.
But, those are not the point.
In an instant, His Majesty Atalan's pupils shrank slightly, and the coldness and alienation in his eyes seemed to be shattered by something, and his defenses collapsed completely.
His gaze lingered on Xirui's face, as if it had taken root there and was difficult to move away. An unconcealable shock flashed across his light golden eyes, as if he had seen something incredible.
——That face, those eyes, that temperament, overlapped with a figure in his memory.
but,
It was only a moment.
Soon, His Majesty Atalan regained his composure, as if the previous loss of composure had never happened.
The monarch's expression became cold and majestic again, and no emotion could be seen in his light golden eyes.
Twenty-five years of reign,
Atalan had learned early on how to keep his emotions under wraps.
His Majesty Atalan turned his head slightly, no longer paying attention to Count Obedi, but abruptly walked towards Xirui.
The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became more subtle, and all the guests' eyes followed His Majesty Attaran's movements.
The whispering sounded again, but it was kept very low, as if afraid of disturbing others.
His Majesty Attalan's golden hair shone softly under the light, and his white dress embroidered with gold made him look even more noble and inviolable.
He was undoubtedly the focus of the entire banquet.
However, at this moment, His Majesty Atalan's eyes were always fixed on Xirui.
He walked up to Xirui, lowered his head slightly, looked directly into her eyes, and said in a deep and cold voice:
"May I have your name?"
The monarch's power is as overwhelming as a mountain.
Xirui stood where he was, his gaze meeting His Majesty Atalan's without hesitation. Neither humble nor overbearing, he bowed slightly and performed a standard noble salute:
"Your Majesty, my name is Xirui."
This answer made His Majesty Atalaan's gaze linger on Xirui's face for a moment, as if he was examining something.
His expression remained cold, but an unpredictable emotion flickered in his eyes.
"Xirui..."
His Majesty Atalan repeated the name in a low voice, with a subtle hint of meaning in his tone.
The atmosphere in the banquet hall became unusually quiet at this moment.
The youngest, O'Beili, stood aside with a look of confusion and uneasiness on his face, as if he had not expected things to turn out like this.
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