Become The Guard AI Of The Lost Civilization After Transmigration Chapter 228: Dream

Chapter 228: Dream

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“My Emperor, the guardian fleet has been destroyed. They can’t attack…”

Hearing this general’s careful reply, the Emperor was not angry but laughed instead, as if he had heard something interesting.

“My dear minister, you really know how to joke. My guardian fleet is hard to find an opponent in the entire Milky Way. Don’t you see that even the famous Administrator has to avoid it?”

The Emperor’s solemn words made everyone present look at each other, not knowing how to respond.

The Emperor they knew was a brilliant, omniscient, and perfect figure who could strategize and decide the outcome of a battle. How could he not know that the guardian fleet had been destroyed?

“Where did you learn to tell jokes, so you came to show it to me? If that’s the case, then you have already pa.s.sed the test. I can give you the honorary t.i.tle of Master of Performing Arts…”

The Emperor was still talking, and he had even thought of the positions in the palace that he would give them in the future.

Such a confident performance made the generals who were reporting suspect that their memories were wrong.

Could it be that the guardian fleet was really not destroyed, and the news and images circulating in society were actually fake and were created for the purpose of public opinion?

Or was it that their great Emperor actually had a hidden imperial fleet, and those that were destroyed by the Administrator were just the tip of the iceberg?

Regardless of which one it was, it would only make these generals even more fanatical.

They were all lower-cla.s.s people who had been pulled up from the lower levels for some purpose. Compared to the real n.o.bles who had their own thoughts, they were molded fanatics.

Even if the upper cla.s.s led by the Emperor squeezed 99% of their blood and sweat, the lower cla.s.s who had been influenced since birth and had undergone genetic modification and spiritual castration were the most loyal admirers of the Emperor himself.

It was a more thorough brainwashing than the mind control achieved through psionic power. After all, their knowledge had been completely distorted.

Even if there were any instigators who tried to trigger a lower-cla.s.s uprising, they would be killed by the fanatical lower cla.s.s before that happened.

This was the bottom level of the Conqueror Empire, a group of true lovers of the empire. Even if it was a distorted love, it had indeed kept the empire from collapsing on the surface.

However, as the ruling cla.s.s of the empire, the n.o.bles did not have so many emotions.

This was a group of complicated interests. When the Conqueror Empire was still a native civilization and had yet to establish itself in s.p.a.ce, these dignitaries formed enough ties with the Emperor.

They had followed the Empire in the galaxy and the rise and fall of the Empire. It could be said that the history of their families was the history of the civilization of the Empire.

They were the true mainstays of the Empire. They were the ones who developed technology, expanded territory, explored alien planets, and controlled production.

They were also vermin of the Empire. They were also the ones who brainwashed the bottom cla.s.s, exploited the va.s.sals, wantonly conquered, and indulged in pleasure.

In the past, many talented emperors of the Empire had tried to get rid of the rotting flesh, but they were deeply attached to the bone marrow like a tumor that was symbiotic with the Empire.

The empire could continue to exist without surgery, but once the surgery was performed, the empire would either succeed or die. Even if it succeeded, its vitality would be greatly damaged, and it would no longer be as glorious as before.

Either choice was an unacceptable outcome for the Empire, which had countless enemies at that time.

In the end, everyone from the Emperor to the bottom of the n.o.bility tacitly ignored this matter.

It was just like how some of the natives were disdainful of protecting the planet’s ecology because the disasters caused by the destruction of the environment would not fall on their generation. They would use it for the sake of their current development.

The ruling cla.s.s of the Conqueror Empire had the same mentality. The destruction of the empire would not happen for at least three or even ten generations. Therefore, even though they knew that this was not going to happen, they were completely indifferent.

Therefore, before the river of time had pa.s.sed enough, this civilization had fallen into degeneration.

The conquest by force had brought them enough wealth to squander. A large number of tributary civilizations and va.s.sal civilizations had provided them with seemingly inexhaustible resources like bank interest.

At this time, the Conqueror Empire was still young, and technology was far from reaching its end. It had fallen into enjoyment long before it could pursue many things to the extreme.

The Emperor, who should have been the vanguard, and the top n.o.bles were the first to fall. They led the entire civilization to fall. The popular entertainment atmosphere and the cultural heritage that was not valued weakened the sense of belonging.

To the n.o.bles, it didn’t matter if they were a member of the Empire or not. As long as they could satisfy their desire for pleasure, they would be satisfied no matter where they were.

The only thing that was driving them to pledge allegiance to the Imperium was their wealth.

This kind of civilization without cohesion would not go far. Destruction was just a lack of opportunity.

The destruction of a civilization should be a long process, but the Conqueror Empire was already dead the moment it failed to remove the tumor. What seemed glorious now was just an empty sh.e.l.l of civilization that would collapse with a single poke.

And the arrival of the Administrator became the opportunity to pierce through the empty sh.e.l.l.

The n.o.bles were keenly aware of the arrival of the end and had made sufficient preparations. In another place, they would be superior again.

The foolish Emperor himself became the victim of the lie. Under the sneering eyes of the n.o.bles, he became the last full stop in the history of civilization.

At this moment, the Emperor, who was still unaware of all this and still dreaming of being the ruler of the universe, was chatting and laughing with the generals around him.

“The financial situation has improved again in recent years!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

“Have you seen the comedy ‘Yes, Your Majesty’ filmed by that comedy artist? It really makes me laugh…”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

“It is said that I am only one step away from being crowned as the Emperor of the Galaxy Imperium?”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

The content of the chat was not nutritious at all. These so-called generals who had been driven by the dignitaries did not have high manners. Other than nodding their heads in agreement, they did not know how to flatter the Emperor, which also made the Emperor feel a little bored.

Just as he was thinking about why the minister who had always been to his liking had not returned yet, he, who was in good health, suddenly noticed that the clear sky had suddenly become a little distorted.

It was as if the signal had been interfered with, and the image of the entire sky became blurry. It flickered as if it was about to disappear.

A bad premonition instantly reached its peak in the Emperor’s heart.

Before he could think carefully, the giant projection device that had weaved the last beautiful dream for the Emperor had completely stopped working, allowing the Emperor to see the cruel reality.

In the sky covered in dark clouds, countless Administrator s.p.a.ceships were flying past at high speed, as if they were scanning everything on the planet.

Through the gaps in the clouds, they could see an even larger s.p.a.ceship slowly moving forward. It only carried a huge cannon, but they could feel the power that could destroy a planet.

The Emperor recognized that it was Colossus, a battleship that was specially designed to carry planetary obliteration weapons.

There had been such statues in the past, but during the birthday ceremony of a certain Emperor in history, the Empire’s Colossus was sold to other civilizations to raise funds for the celebration.

The target of this Colossus wasn’t the planet, but it was just pa.s.sing by. But how could such a battleship come to his courtyard without his knowledge?

Thus, the Emperor was stunned. He finally understood that he had been deceived by everyone around him..