Zerg Evolution Journey

Chapter 92 Ancestral Dragon Emperor III
Six days ago, the imperial city of Zulong Empire.

Emperor Zulong III, Aberon Coster met a guest who had never met before in the palace hall.

Aberon is already ninety years old this year, his old eyes are dizzy and he doesn't speak, and his brain is not working well. When talking with this important guest, his speech is unclear, his speech is vague, and he often falls asleep, eh , at least for now.

Ebron blinked, looked tired, looked at the guest in front of him and said: "Oh, that's it, okay, I, I, we, we are all neighbors, this is a small, small matter, I will definitely help you."

Having said that, the guest doesn't look very happy now.

"Your Majesty, this is not only helping me, but also helping you. Once the Theocracy is destroyed, your neighbors will have to change. I don't know whether they will be as gentle as the Theocracy."

Aberon's guest is none other than Pope François Dulacs of the Theocracy, and now he is trying his best to suppress his anger.

Frann is not an ordinary person. Even if he removes his status as the pope of the Holy Kingdom, his existence will never allow mortals to disrespect him.

But there is no way, Frann is asking for help from others now, maybe he could have personally eradicated those "things" that caused chaos in the church, but he couldn't, at least not yet.

At this moment, Aberon is still in the stupid state, acting very stupid, no, even an idiot, he nodded his drowsy head and said: "Yes, yes, His Majesty is right, ah, so Well, I will give you my Goshawk Legion, which is the most powerful air force in the empire, and I think it should be enough for you to deal with the troubles ahead."

This free help calmed the anger in Fran's heart a little bit, and he still said in a gentle tone as much as possible: "Thank you, Your Majesty, your kindness and kindness to the Holy Kingdom will be kept in mind, and he will repay it a hundredfold every day! "

Obviously, what Frann said was kind words, as for whether there will be rewards, even if Aberon is so "stupid" now, he can tell the truth of these words.

"No, no need! We are all friends, good neighbors, and it's nothing to do a favor when we're in trouble!" Aberon replied with a smile.

As for later, Aberon ordered someone to hand over a token to Frann, relying on it, Frann could steal the Goshawk Legion of the Ancestral Dragon Empire.

The meeting and the conversation were not pleasant on the whole. It could be said that it was a hasty affair, and they didn't say a few words at all. After Frann left, the meeting ended.

To be honest, this conversation seemed very strange. It wasn’t just Frann and Zulong III in the hall, all the senior officials of the Zulong Empire were here, and many of them were experts in governing the country. But this scene was harmful to the Zulong Empire. There is no benefit, but no one stands up to stop it.

Moreover, the expressions of every courtier appeared very indifferent, as if they had already known what was going on in front of them in advance.

After Fron left, Aberon, who looked confused, dull, and incompetent, slowly changed his complexion, the original powerless and tired expression disappeared, and the cloudy eyes became clear, revealing A little clean.

"Hmph, that's right, this is not only for your Divine Grace Kingdom, but also for the long-term survival of the Ancestral Dragon Empire." The Zulong Emperor snorted coldly. The reason why he wanted to aid the Divine Grace Empire was not because his lips were dead and his teeth were cold. It's very simple...fear of death.

Afterwards, Emperor Zulong picked up the pen and paper on the imperial table, wrote a letter, and ordered his attendants: "Send this letter to the dwarf in the northern snow region."

The waiter left as ordered, and Emperor Zulong wrote down several other letters, and ordered different people to send them to different places. After these things were done, he said to a kind of minister: "The evolution of those bugs is really amazing. It’s fast enough, first the estimation made by the Warcraft Research Institute, then the communication from the Dunmushibao, and now, oh, the pope of the Theocracy has come in person, but..."

Speaking of this, Emperor Zulong paused, and took out a secret letter from his arms, a very special secret letter, without any words on it, but as long as a specific person touches it, the information contained in it The information will be transmitted to the mind of the designated person.

"Frann thinks I'm a fool! With his ability, I don't think he would take a group of bugs seriously, Junwu, how is that thing going?"

Aberon spoke seemingly endless words, but all the ministers heard clearly and understood the meaning of His Majesty's words.

Hearing the voice of the great emperor, the head of the military and military department stood up, bowed and said back: "The research and development has been successful, thanks to which guest minister of His Majesty, I can guarantee that as long as those monsters dare to come , I will let none of them go back!"

Junwu's answer made Aberon very satisfied, and then he looked at another person and asked, "Dalinson, what about you?"

It was an old man who was pointed out by Emperor Zulong, who stood up after hearing the words, saluted and said: "Your Majesty, it is likely to be nine out of ten, but... it is still worse."

Hearing this, the emperor frowned slightly and said, "Dalinsen, I'm not trying to force you, but you also need to know that the Fallen Moon is coming. Although it only exists in ancient documents, the relics that can be excavated also tell We, that's true, the time is only three to ten years, I hope you can complete the artifact within a year, otherwise, the empire will be destroyed in this catastrophe! No, even us all human beings!"

The words of Emperor Zulong undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on Dallinson, but this is also true. Ever since the Zulong Empire learned of the existence of Fallen Moon, it has been excavating ancient ruins. , and with the help of His Majesty's mysterious guest, the Ancestral Dragon Empire finally found a way to resist the Fallen Moon. They designed an artifact. As long as it can be completed, then the biggest threat on the long-term survival of the Ancestral Dragon Empire, It will no longer be a threat.

One year sounds like a very tight time frame, but there is no way to make it so. The Fallen Moon said it was three to ten years, but there may be deviations. As long as it is pushed forward a little by two years, everything will be over.

Darlingson swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead. This was not because he was afraid of the emperor, but because he was under too much pressure. He and the emperor were close friends and had a close relationship when they were young. They are also in their nineties this year, with half a leg They have already stepped into the coffin. If the emperor hadn't personally invited him, he would have long since ignored political affairs and lived his life in peace.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, even if I risk my life, I will already finish the artifact!" Dallinson gritted his teeth and replied.

The Great Emperor also sighed, he also couldn't bear to let his old buddy risk his life in his old age, but this was all forced, the entire Zulong, no, the entire continent, I am afraid that there will never be another demon who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him At the same time, Dallinson is also proficient in various ancient characters and knowledge, and he is the only one who is responsible for the work of artifact manufacturing.

"Okay, that's it for today, you each handle your own affairs well, don't make any mistakes!" The things to be explained are similar, so Emperor Zulong announced the disbandment of the court at this time, and then left first.

All the ministers responded and left after saluting.

After finishing his business affairs, Emperor Zulong would of course have to deal with his own private affairs. Speaking of which, today, more than one guest came to the palace. Well, on the contrary, it seems to be private, but it is actually public.

　Ah~!I'm exhausted, and I have to move bricks tomorrow, it's really moving bricks!The current situation of farmers’ life is not optimistic. I really don’t have time today, I only have one chapter, and I have to get up to work at four o’clock tomorrow morning... I get up early and work late, when will this life end?
　　PS: I feel drowsy at night, my head is not clear, and the quality of writing cannot be guaranteed. Anyway, it can’t be compared with daytime!Please bear with me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)