Sun Worship Star Domain, Sun Worship Star.
Bright sunlight streamed into the starport along the starlink, leaving long shadows behind the spaceships coming and going.
The spacecraft is mainly used for transporting cargo, traveling back and forth between Bairi Star and surrounding planets every day, showing the prosperity of the outermost core circle of the empire.
Looking down from the star port is the atmosphere of the Sun-Baidu Star, which is clean and tidy, without a trace of dust.
After continuing down through the atmosphere, the signal towers poking into the clouds are scattered all over the world, covering large, medium and small cities.
The core part of the empire is in the imperial city in the northern hemisphere, which is also the largest and most prosperous imperial city.
However, the palace is not inside, but in the air at an altitude of three thousand meters above the city.
The sunlight shines through, scattering the light golden color of the surface of the palace buildings, presenting a colorful and gorgeous scene.
There are palace walls and patrolling soldiers.
There is a helipad and royal exclusive spacecraft coming and going.
The buildings inside the wall are mainly tall pointed towers. The largest and most eye-catching one is the pointed cone building in the center, which is one kilometer high and covers an area that is difficult to estimate.
The conical building is the core of the palace and also the residence of Emperor Contel.
At this time, on the seventh floor of the palace, Contel was offering sacrifices to his ancestors in the magnificent hall.
There were no other court attendants in the hall, only Contel, dressed in golden clothes, with his head held high and chest puffed out. He sighed sadly in front of the tablets of many ancestors and remained silent for a long time.
Ding-a-ling...
Suddenly a bell rang, it was a reminder from the guards outside the palace.
He had been in the palace long enough and needed to go out to participate in the court meeting.
"Don't worry, wait a moment."
Contel approached the memorial tablet and could vaguely see some of the names of his ancestors on it, but they were no longer clear enough.
"The Grand Emperor left behind a will that said the empire would eventually be destroyed. I never believed it, thinking it was just those treacherous ministers who were fooling me and deliberately spreading rumors."
"But the train really appeared, and it was exactly the same as what was described in the testament."
"The train's appearance signifies the impending demise of the empire, not a man-made disaster but a natural one. To survive, we must seize the train by any means necessary, even at the cost of destroying the empire. But, Grand Emperor, what exactly is this natural disaster you're referring to?"
Contel's eyes were confused, and his eight arms hidden in his wide sleeves were drooping, making him look extremely listless.
"How can I make up my mind to seize the train at the cost of the empire?"
After a long period of melancholy, the bell rang again outside the palace, and at the same time, a guard officer reminded: "The plan may have failed. The trains have captured the planet Helen, and countless soldiers have been killed and wounded."
These words made Contel's eyes sharpen, and he instantly broke out of his decadent state.
"It doesn't matter if the plan fails. Provoking them to attack the Empire will have the same effect."
He turned and left the sacrificial hall, ordering an immediate court meeting.
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In the nineteenth-floor court hall, Contel sat high on the throne, and the ministers sat in fan-shaped areas, having a heated discussion on how to suppress the rebels.
"The rebellion in the Heron star region has become a force to be reckoned with. We must intensify our efforts to suppress it. I suggest that the Moro star region initiate large-scale support."
"We cannot act rashly in the Moruo Star Region. There are also signs of resistance rising there. Your Majesty, I believe we should proceed with caution and do our best to appease the rebel leader."
"The emperor issued an edict of peace, the emperor issued an edict of peace every day. It's not like we haven't issued edicts before, but they rebel again at the slightest disagreement. In my opinion, we still need to suppress them forcefully and eradicate them all. We can't bring shame to our ancestors."
There were thousands of imperial ministers participating in the court meeting, 90% of whom were from the Satsuma tribe. There were also people from other races, but their numbers were extremely small and their status was not high. They didn't even have a chance to say a word.
After these people finished their daily argument, Contel slapped the throne, and several diamonds broke off and splashed down.
"That's enough about the rebels. Today we're going to discuss the trains.
Trains have also been a hot topic recently, and the ministers have become interested.
"Trains are very wealthy and generous. We can expand the scope of transactions and sell everything we can."
"Haha, I wonder if anyone still remembers Kasiluo. This guy made three billion energy crystals on Baiwen Star."
"Hiss... three billion earned in just a few days. Could it be that the energy crystals in these trains were blown in by the wind?"
"They seem to be interested in extraordinary products. We can actually sell some unimportant fringe technologies at high prices and drain as much of the train's energy crystals as possible."
"Should they stay within the empire? If so, it would be better. We can start collecting taxes."
When they had finished talking, Contel said calmly, "The train could declare war on us at any moment. Come up with a plan to counter it."
When these words were spoken, the whole audience was shocked, and only a few core ministers who knew the inside story had no expression on their faces.
"Your Majesty, why the war?"
"Those trains are greedy and seek to plunder the wealth of our empire," said Contel. "They have already captured the planet Helen and launched a brutal massacre. From now on, they will sweep across the entire star system, slaughtering innocent citizens."
"What? Is there such a thing?"
"How could the five million warriors of Helen be occupied by a train?"
"Perhaps you don't realize how powerful trains are? Each train is equivalent to a super mobile fortress, and there are currently 185 of them."
"Oh my god, 185 fortresses, who can defeat them?"
The people at the scene were in panic. The ministers who had been talking big before now looked pale and wanted to escape immediately.
Contel knew that these things were useless, so he only asked the minister sitting in the front.
These people knew about the imperial crisis and were the executors of previous plans.
"Your Majesty, since the train is unjust, we have no choice but to fight. Given the train's strength, I suggest making a national address, calling on all citizens to unite and resist the invasion."
"The train will definitely not attack everywhere, but will directly attack the Sun Worship Star. I suggest that the national fleet be gathered and the Sun Worship Star System be transformed into a galactic fortress."
"Your Majesty, please order the defenses along the route to resist the train and buy time. When the empire's survival is at stake, all citizens have a duty to fight."
The emperor and several ministers worked together to confuse the others, as if it had been planned long ago and was just being told to them.
But they did not dare to question, and whatever the emperor said was acceptable.
The complex discussion concluded, and Contel issued an order: "The entire nation must be mobilized. Stop the invaders at all costs. Anyone who can defeat a train will be granted the title of Duke and a private planet, hereditary."
Since the empire is about to disappear, he can give out rewards at will, but it is just a blank check anyway.
After leaving the court hall, Contel summoned the ministers who cooperated with him.
"Our goal is to capture the train, not destroy it. Therefore, we cannot use super weapons unless it is a critical moment."
"But your majesty, this would result in huge losses that are difficult to estimate."
"Humph, what does it matter if hundreds of billions of citizens of the empire die? As long as we can get the train, their sacrifice will be worth it. Everyone, you and your clansmen have a place, just do your job well."
The ministers were so excited that they immediately expressed their loyalty.
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