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The meaning above has been made clear, and the politicians stood up and agreed. They did not want to be like the three regional governors, and their names were rubbed off by the servo skull.

However, looking at the scrutinizing eyes of His Highness Ninth Prince looking at them, these politicians also knew that the review of regional construction was far from over.

If you want to save your own life, you'd better quickly transform all your bad thoughts into a firm will to serve the people.

This is what Sanguinius wants.

If ten out of ten of these politicians are selected and killed, some of them will definitely be unjustly accused.But if you kill nine out of ten, there will definitely be fish that slip through the net.

They are like squids in a pool, spitting ink at each other, dyeing the entire pool an inky black color. No one can be absolutely clean.

But now, just killing a few people can nip their little ideas in the bud.

Although this method is cruel, it is effective, isn't it?

"Everyone, please take a seat."

Sanguinius softened his tone, but that smile no longer appeared on his face. At this time, he was the Emperor's Seraph, cold and noble, wrapped in fire and untouchable.

He looked at the worried expressions on the faces of the politicians around him and said: "Have you forgotten His Majesty's speech at the victory parade? The war will not stop just because we unilaterally love peace. We must not forget the war and be cowardly. To fight, we must dare to fight and be good at fighting. Remember: "

+Dignity only exists on the edge of the sword, peace only exists under the iron hoof+

The low words echoed in the ears of the politicians, and the brilliant golden light filled the entire hall.

When everyone came back to their senses, the golden giant was already standing beside the archangel, with sharp lightning claws as curved as eagle toes resting on the shoulders of his ninth son. The same dark eyes of father and son were scanning. Everyone present was equally cold and cold, and equally burning with fighting spirit.

The regional governors looked horrified. They immediately knelt down on one knee and shouted at the same time as the ministers who stood up: "See Your Majesty!"

"Exemption."

Ohm looked down at the Pan-Indian Ocean Governor who climbed onto the seat tremblingly, and said calmly: "My light protects every people in the empire. Only monsters and monsters will be afraid of this light. Tell me, what are you afraid of?" .”

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I..." Sweat poured down the face of Fan Indian Ocean Governor Singh, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and his two rows of teeth were rattling. It took him a long time to hold back a sentence, " It's an honor! Yes, Your Majesty, I'm so...so honored. I never thought I could—"

"The next time you come to report on your work, I want to see a thriving Indian Ocean region."

Om interrupted Singh's brewing words. The regional governor's use of power to deliberately favor the original Sikhs was clearly shown in front of his eyes: "Freedom of belief is legal in the empire. Belief or not is a matter of citizenship and life." There is only one legal religion within the Empire. Singer, I hope to see you walking before the end of the next meeting. Sanguinius."

Patting his child on the shoulder, Ohm said with the archangel's adoring eyes: "After the meeting is over, you will go back with Governor Singer. Although the empire is short of people, it is not short of potential cultists."

As he said that, Ohm glanced at the surrounding regional governors and said in their shrinking eyes: "You are the same. You can't manage things within your own scope of work. There are capable people who can. My eyes are always fixed on Don’t let your guard down, don’t be arrogant, and don’t break your trust with me.”

"Your will is my direction, Your Majesty." Sanguinius accepted the order crisply.

From the emperor's words, Singer could only smell the strong smell of blood. Those stubborn Muslims and Buddhists might be transformed into relics in the flames by the empire just like the living Buddhas who played with human skin and bones on the Tibetan Plateau. Son.

But the orders from above cannot be violated, and the orders of the gods on earth cannot be violated in any way.

In front of those dazzling eyes like stars, Singer could only smile bitterly and salute: "Congratulations to the Ninth Highness for your visit."

"very good."

Ohm walked to the Iron Throne at the top of the meeting hall, turned around and sat down, tapping the armrests of the chair with his fingertips, and said: "Now, regarding the specific details of this war and the comparison of the real strength gap between the enemy and ourselves, there are some small details that need to be informed. Everyone here.”

In the next half hour, Ohm described in detail the technological level of the Trisolarans and how he used the authority of the God of All Machines to "influence" all the Trisolarans and created a cursed legion composed of loyal human souls. .

At the same time, after draining away all the technology and knowledge of the Trisolaran people, how did they turn the Trisolaran star into a bottomless pit wrapped in black glittering oil, which could continue to use heat to increase its size during the three-day soaring.

Along the way, he also talked about how, through an unforgettable stare-down, he "transformed" one of the senior officers of the Star Sea Federation into a chess piece placed by the empire on the planetary ring.

"...In the past half hour, Trisolaris has been completely decomposed by scintillation oil, and the liquid high-density metal under its crust has been turned into materials for building Dyson spheres. One of the three stars has been captured, It became the fuel that provided clean energy for the empire.

"One of the planets in the Star Sea Federation has been completely occupied by the Cursed Legion. While spreading the shimmering oil, the Cursed Legion is using local materials and factories to manufacture space battleships belonging to the empire. It is expected that the Corps will be dispatched to the planet called by the Star Sea Federation. When they are on the planet 'Lund', there will be more than [-] space battleships with a total length of more than [-] kilometers and complete facilities in low-Earth orbit waiting for their crews.

"Now, I don't know if everyone here still has enough confidence in this interstellar war between civilizations, which is expected to span two generations."

The officials present looked at each other and bowed in unison: "Your Majesty is wise!"

Just kidding, the other party only owns dozens of galaxies, but he supports a god walking on earth!

With the power of one planet, fighting against hundreds of planets, I have the advantage!

After a series of heated discussions between ministers from various departments on alien technology and colonization activities, the meeting ended in an atmosphere full of desire for war.

As soon as the meeting ended, Governor Singh was carried directly by Sanguinius and flew to the Pan-Indian Ocean region. Ohm sat back on the cold steel throne, looking at the empty hall below, pressing some with the knuckle of his thumb. Sour eyebrows.

Even with the Cursed Legion as a springboard, the act of projecting consciousness directly 20 light years away through those loyal souls without entering the subspace still consumes Ohm's energy greatly.

The long-lost feeling of fatigue lingered in his brain, and Ohm even felt a slight hint of sleepiness. This was the most primitive human instinct reminding him that he should relax his brain and rest as soon as possible.

"It's not time to rest yet." Ohm said to himself, "Not yet, far from it."

"Nothing?"

Harry, wearing blood-red and gold-rimmed power armor, appeared at the main entrance of the meeting hall. He was not wearing a helmet. He was holding a bloody flag hanging with Odin's body in one hand, and a somewhat crumpled letter in the other hand.

"I'm just encouraging myself." The person who came was an old friend. Ohm's body posture immediately relaxed a lot. He made a fist with his right hand to support his chin, and raised the fingertips of his lightning claws. "What is that in your hand? Look at it. It looks like a holiday homework that a Gryffindor who failed Potions and was chased by Professor Snape copied from his brilliant wife."

"It's a letter from Hagrid. He said - wait a minute." Harry suddenly came back to his senses, "You weren't mocking me just now, were you?"

"Oh, no, Harry, how could I be sarcastic to you?" Om blinked narrowly, "I was just stating a fact."