Chapter 151 Chapter 151 Love Love - ...
Thus, this wedding, which was supposed to be a marriage between nobles, turned out to be a trial ground for Count Link.
In the chaos, Count Link was captured and the rioters were shot dead on the spot.
Under the dome of the Imperial Inquisition, three world-renowned public trials finally came to an end.
A holographic projection screen hovered in the center of the courtroom, magnifying the contents of the final judgment to every corner.
The judge's aged and majestic voice spread throughout the empire through the loudspeaker system:
"After three deliberations by the Imperial Supreme Court, the verdict is as follows—"
The gilded hammer fell heavily, making a dull sound on the solid wooden table.
"Link will be stripped of all his titles and political rights, and they will never be restored."
"He was found guilty of 27 serious crimes, including treason, murder, and trafficking. His crimes are extremely serious and he was sentenced to three months of solitary confinement in the highest prison. Upon completion of his sentence, he will be executed by firing squad."
There was an uproar in the gallery.
Several old nobles who had been friends with Link turned pale, feeling that the next target was undoubtedly themselves.
The live camera swept across the front row of the audience - Lin Mo sat there expressionless; Wen Laiyak, dressed in military uniform, stood behind Lin Mo.
When the bailiff put special restraining shackles on Link, the once powerful former earl suddenly laughed maniacally.
His green hair had already turned gray, and in the blue light of his shackles it looked like a mass of withered moss:
"Do you think this is the end? There are still countless of me in the shadow of the empire!"
As the escort vehicle passed through the main artery of the imperial capital, angry citizens threw rotten fruits and vegetables at the bulletproof glass.
Under the searchlight of the highest prison, Link's hunched back was stretched out and finally disappeared into the darkness behind the alloy door.
That same morning, Lin Mo stood in front of the door of Earl Link's mansion.
This once magnificent building is being demolished, and the dusty family crest is being pried off piece by piece.
He watched his childhood nightmare crumble into ruins until Wenlaiak put a military jacket on him.
"Let's go," Wenlaiyak said softly, "If you don't mind, you can come to my place and rest for a while."
Lin Mo looked at Wenlaiak and nodded.
The morning sun finally rose completely, casting the shadows of the two people on the newly paved asphalt road.
far away,
The clock tower of the main star's imperial capital is ringing, and a new day has begun.
But this is not the end of the case.
Over the next three months, the Empire launched an unprecedented purge storm.
Murder, corruption, abuse of power...all kinds of cases, all kinds of crimes, it's like taking the opportunity to dig out the last rotten flesh and blood for this empire.
His Majesty Atalan personally signed the letter of appointment in the Golden Council Chamber and pinned the black and gold badge symbolizing the highest executive authority on Xirui's chest.
The black-haired male insect rarely restrained his cynical smile and knelt on one knee to accept the letter of appointment inlaid with the imperial seal ring.
On the day the bronze plaque of "Special Execution Department" was hung on the third floor of the military building, the entire corridor was filled with the sound of files being moved.
Xirui held an energy bar in his mouth and walked barefoot on the pile of files. Names marked in red kept scrolling on the holographic screen.
At dawn, the army directly surrounded thirty-seven noble residences.
When the sun rose completely, the morning news in the imperial capital had already begun to report that a noble had been arrested for involvement in an illegal fundraising case.
People gathered in front of electronic screens and watched those once high-ranking figures being put on black hoods and escorted out of their mansions.
For three months, the lights in the courtroom never went out again.
White-haired judges took turns hearing the piles of cases, and the verdicts were constantly updated on the projection screen.
It was drizzling on the day when the guillotine in the central square was used most.
Xirui had a cold expression on his face. He stood on the execution platform holding a black umbrella, watching the raindrops slide down the sharp edge of the guillotine.
As the criminals' heads rolled down, cheers broke out from the crowd.
The poisonous sores of the empire must be removed.
The path forward for the empire must be illuminated.
What is wrong is wrong, and those who deserve punishment will definitely be punished.
Wherever there is wrong, wherever there is oppression, there is resistance.
The voices of resistance will never cease. There is no pure white world in this world, but there will be countless warriors who are willing to exchange their blood for fairness, even if they have to risk everything, even their lives.
This is fairness in blood.
But this road will continue.
Because this is the most feasible way.
Twenty-five years ago, the rebels sacrificed too many warriors heroically for their ideals. Countless brave and fearless souls fought one after another, watering every inch of land with their blood and planting golden flags on the walls of the empire.
Twenty-five years later, generation after generation of brave and fearless descendants will become the masters of this empire.
The sun of the empire will always rise.
Because it represents fairness and justice.
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His Majesty Atalan's wedding was held in the largest auditorium in the 25th galaxy when the earth was rejuvenated.
The warm spring sun shines through the towering stained glass windows, casting a colorful halo of light in the auditorium.
The everlasting flower wreath hanging from the dome exudes a delicate fragrance, interwoven with countless blooming star flowers to form a dreamy curtain.
This auditorium, known as the "Galaxy", is decorated today like a mythical divine realm.
Pure white silk hung from the dome, embroidered with the golden fleur-de-lis emblems of the empire and the royal family, swaying gently in the breeze.
The ground is covered with a transparent crystal carpet inlaid with diamonds, and every step feels like stepping on the galaxy.
His Majesty Atalan wore a white and gold wedding gown, his long gilded hair carefully braided into a traditional braid and dotted with rare star gems.
He stood in the center of the podium, like a god from mythology, his golden eyes reflecting the slowly opening door of the auditorium.
As another protagonist of today, Xirui rarely restrained his usual casualness.
He was wearing a black suit and his short black hair was gelled, revealing his sharp eyebrows.
The black crown on his head echoes the crown of His Majesty Attalan, symbolizing that they are both rulers of the empire and are inextricably linked.
When the wedding march sounded, the nobles and dignitaries on both sides of the hall stood up.
Xirui walked towards the stage on the crystal carpet, and every step of his black boots was precisely in time with the beat of the notes.
He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were always fixed on Atalan, as if there was no one else in the world worth his attention.
"It's so rare to see Xirui look so serious."
In the viewing gallery, Xu Wen whispered to Hoss, his eyes sparkling, he was a pure love-brained person.
The commander of the First Legion smiled slightly, and in this celebratory and happy atmosphere, he kissed Xiu Wen on the cheek.
Such a grand wedding.
Everything that is supposed to come has come.
Louis and Pearlance adhered to the principle of choosing expensive rather than right things and spent a huge amount of money to give expensive gifts.
Now, they are sitting in the front row, laughing and applauding.
His Highness Hedis and Ian should naturally be present as well. His Highness had already safely given birth to an insect egg, and now Ian would show off to everyone he saw.
Although the insect egg is still hatching, they are now eagerly waiting for His Majesty Atalaan to give it a name.
As for Jin Er and Amiya.
Of course they also rushed back from the secondary planet.
Although Amiya's leg is not completely healed, but precisely because of this - Jin Er will hold Amiya wherever he goes, which in another way satisfies Amiya's crazy possessiveness.
Lin Mo and Wen Laiyak also sat together, whispering something. A rare smile appeared on Lin Mo's indifferent face.
Looking closely, the ring on Wenlaiak's thumb was gone, and it was now on Lin Mo's right ring finger.
And among the guests in this hall.
Two "uninvited guests" sneaked in.
In the corner of the viewing area.
A tightly wrapped Zerg, hugging a female Zerg with long gray hair, walked here from the door.
They placed a small box among the pile of gifts - with a letter tucked inside.
The spotlights poured down like a galaxy, illuminating the stage like a divine realm.
His Majesty Atalaan stood in the center of the halo, the dark patterns on his platinum dress shining like moonlight.
He slowly extended his hand, palm facing down—
The sound of Xirui's knee touching the ground broke the silence.
The male insect's black boots crushed the petals that fell on the crystal carpet. When he looked up, the broken light exploded into thousands of stars in his black eyes.
"My dear lord."
He chuckled softly, but took out a black velvet box from his arms.
The moment it was opened, the unique rainbow light of the star core mineral rippled like water waves, and the pair of diamond rings lay quietly in it, with the silver wire wrapped around the ring setting like the trajectory of the entanglement of fate.
Xirui's fingertips trembled a little. He lifted Atalan's left hand and slowly pushed the smaller ring onto Atalan's ring finger.
"It's your turn, dear."
Xirui put the other ring in Atalan's palm with a hoarse voice and stretched out his left hand.
The king's fingertips brushed against the gun calluses on his palm. When the ring was completely put on, Xirui suddenly turned his wrist and forcefully inserted it into the other's fingers.
At the moment their fingers were intertwined, a suppressed exclamation came from the audience.
Xirui leaned over and kissed the big diamond ring, his lips touching the cool gem, his breath burning hot:
"I offer you all my love and devotion."
When he looked up, a drop of nervous sweat was sliding down his sharp jaw line:
"Your ideal is my ideal."
"In this world, I will only surrender to you, and you will only surrender to me."
Atalan's eyelashes trembled violently, but there was indescribable tenderness and love in his eyes.
Xirui suddenly tightened his fingers, and the ring burst into tiny sparks under the squeeze:
"I'd do anything and everything for you."
He stroked his thumb over the king's protruding wrist bones. "You are my love, and you are also my comrade and partner who has shared joys and sorrows with me. Together we fight against this unfair world."
The last half of the sentence was almost gritted out between his teeth - Xirui was a little too nervous, this might be the most nervous moment in his life.
When Xirui stood up, the shadow completely enveloped Atalan, but he carefully controlled the distance so that his dress would not wrinkle the king's dress:
"I hope the world can treat you kindly..."
The black-haired male suddenly lowered his head and put his forehead against Atalan's under the gaze of everyone: "If the world can't do it,"
His fingertips caressed the glands on the back of the emperor's neck, and the pheromones of ebony and agarwood gently entwined.
"Then let me do it. I will protect you, love you, and cherish you."
The next second, Xirui slowly lowered his head under the gaze of thousands of people.
His movements were gentle, and his dark eyes glowed softly under the spotlight.
When his lips gently touched Attaran's, time seemed to stand still at that moment.
The noise in the auditorium faded away, leaving only the sound of their intertwined breathing.
Xirui could feel Atalan's slightly trembling eyelashes brushing across his cheek, bringing with it a moist coolness.
He opened his eyes and found that the king's dazzling golden eyes were filled with tears, sliding down his cheeks, reflecting tiny rays of light under the spotlight.
It has not been easy along the way. Maybe emotions really are contagious.
In an instant, Xirui's own eyes also turned red.
He stepped back a little, his nose still touching Atalan's, and looked at himself reflected in the other's eyes - the guy who had always been cynical, now had eyes filled with a tenderness that he had never shown to others.
"Why are you crying..."
Xirui whispered hoarsely, and gently wiped away the tears on Atalan's face with his thumb, but found that his eyes were already wet.
Atalan suddenly reached out and grasped the back of his head, deepening the kiss.
The king's tears wet the faces of both men, and the salty taste carried with it thousands of words that could not be expressed in words.
Xirui felt the arms around him trembling slightly, just like his own unstable heartbeat.
In front of the live camera, the entire empire witnessed this moment - their always majestic Majesty and that unruly male insect exchanged the most pious vows in tears.
The sun shone down, and the light enveloped them, like a blessing from God.
When the kiss ended, Siri's forehead was still resting against Attaran's.
He raised the corners of his mouth, revealing his signature smirk, but the tears in his eyes made him look especially gentle:
"Now the whole empire knows that you are mine, and of course, I am yours too."
Atalan raised his face slightly, his gilded eyes filled with tears, but brighter than ever.
The corners of his lips curled up in an extremely gentle arc, like the first ray of light breaking through the clouds when the spring snow begins to melt.
"Idiot, it always has been like this."
The king spoke in an intimate and soft voice, tears sliding down his smiling face, reflecting tiny golden rays under the spotlight, like falling stars.
"Cerie, maybe from the moment I met you."
Atalan's voice choked for a moment, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
"My soul...is engraved with your name."
"Then, my lord,"
The black-haired male insect's voice was firm.
"Please allow me to spend the rest of my life proving our vows."
At this moment, their names will be engraved together and forever on the monument of imperial history.
The spring breeze blew through the open auditorium door, bringing with it the breath of love and hope, gently brushing everything.
Crying, laughing.
Tearful, overflowing.
When there is no way out, when logic and reason cannot solve the problem, love will give the final answer.
Across countless light years,
It's fate.
From the beginning to the end.
Everything seems destined, yet also seems undestined, because it is created by them.
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