Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Speech Spirit System

Chapter 297 Who Is Your Marshal
Ye Xiaomo had a dream.

A dream that belonged to Merco Daffin Thistle.

That is the story buried in the ruins of time in the depths of the vast universe...

The mother star is a rapidly developing planet, and she has given birth to the most advanced civilization among billions of planets.It can be said to be the origin of all civilizations.

Advanced technology made the mother planet the ruler of tens of thousands of planets, but since the second big bang of the universe, all planetary civilizations have regressed, which forced the people on the mother planet to evacuate each planet and return to the mother star Self-cultivation.

Civilization sails into the 300 years after the second Big Bang.

The Troo Empire has ruled the mother planet for more than three hundred years.

This day is an important celebration of the 300th anniversary of the birth of the Guangyao Army.

The military of the Troo Empire held an unprecedentedly grand banquet for the Guangyao Army in Lorwen, the capital of the empire. More than [-] colonel-level officers were present, together with the highest leadership group of the military and the supreme marshal of the Guangyao Army—Mo Ke Sissel.

Until the moment Sisir appeared, all the small flying camera lenses in the Athens Synagogue focused on her body, and under the countless flashing lights, the multi-party media implemented a global live broadcast mode.

The silver-white military uniform was ironed on her body, embellishing her slender waist, and the rows of badges symbolizing identity and honor pinned to her chest were dazzling under the flashing lights.

Her expression was calm and elegant, and her dark and deep eyes seemed to penetrate all the spotlights into the hearts of the people in front of the live broadcast light screen, and her soul was shocked.

As a woman, it is conceivable how different it was for Merck Thistle to go from being an unknown military student to being recognized by the military and Emperor Troo to become the glorious supreme ruler of the First Army of the Empire today. easy.

And this time the celebration will be awarded the highest level honorary marshal title by the Emperor Alexander of Troy Empire himself.Next, the name of Merck Thistle will be respected by the entire empire and even all galaxies under the rule of the empire.

She walked through the red stalls facing the flashing lights and officially entered the venue. Everyone looked at her because of her arrival.

Amidst the soothing classical music, a waiter came to her with a tall glass filled with red wine, and Merck Thistle reached out to pick up a glass.

"Marshal Sissel."

Someone is calling her.

She turned her head, and then showed an elegant smile.

"Earl Regis, long time no see."

Earl Regis is a handsome middle-aged man. Time has treated him very favorably. He looks much younger than his age.

The count picked up the wine glass from the plate carried by the waiter, touched her lightly, and said: "I heard that the marshal made great contributions to the Trout Empire by suppressing the rebellion on the constellation of Jack last time, and I haven't had time to congratulate the marshal yet. .”

Mo Ke smiled, took a sip of red wine, and said: "There is nothing to celebrate, I just maintained the rule of the empire and the stability of the people."

The two chatted for a while, and the count suddenly said, "Marshal Sissel, I heard that you are going to recruit a new chief of guards, why don't I recommend someone to you?"

Mo Ke said: "The person recommended by the Earl must be an excellent person. It doesn't seem good to let him be my chief guard, right?"

The count said: "Hey! Look at what you said, it is his blessing that the kid can be the chief of the marshal's guard. He can work and learn things with you, the marshal. There is nothing wrong with it. It's so good!"

Mo Ke smiled, and seeing the Earl's honest and serious face, he asked, "If that's the case, who is the Earl recommending?"

"It's not that guy from Lanser's family! This guy just graduated from Sevor Military Academy on the planet Tassa... Do you know that guy from Lanser? His temper is a bit stinky, but he is still Very good!"

Mo Ke thought: "Is it the child of Captain Lancell? The Westwall Military Academy is the most famous military academy in the empire. After graduating, you will be awarded the title of major. You can follow the captain directly into the army, right? Come to me as a A captain of the guard...Earl, why is this not an overkill?"

The earl waved his hand: "What's the future of following him, old Lancer? You don't know that guy is famously stubborn. Young people should stay with young people. Only when they do things like this can they be motivated, marshal. You don't need to say anything more, I will send someone to report to you tomorrow! This kid respects you very much, don't give him this opportunity!"

Mo Ke had no choice but to nod his head, the earl still had to give face.

The two talked for a while, and the emperor of the Troo Empire had arrived together with other nobles.

All the military personnel present put their hands on their chests and half-bent down, presenting the most honorable etiquette of the Troy Empire to the Emperor Tres Alexander.

Both Merco and the Earl also bent down and lowered their eyes to show their respect.

Tres asked everyone to stand up, and his eyes naturally fell on Moke. He said: "Marshal Moke, you and your Glory Legion have worked hard to put down the chaos this time. Don't worry, I will definitely give your legion the best." Rich supplies in return!"

Mo Ke smiled and said: "Thanks to everything you have given, today's victory is possible."

A subtle gleam flashed in Trace's eyes.

He has been on the throne for more than [-] years. As the supreme ruler of the mother planet, he undoubtedly has a strong wrist and a keen sense of politics.

Since Mo Ke led the Glory Legion to revive her, she has almost become a god-like existence in the entire military. Maintaining friendly friendship with her is undoubtedly very important for him to sit firmly on the throne of the empire.

Tres Alexander personally entrusted a small sword badge made of pure gold to the hand of Merck Thistle who was half kneeling on the ground and raised it above his head.

Facing countless small all-round camera lenses on the side of the red carpet, under the witness of the planet ruled by the entire Troo Empire, he said in a deep voice: "Merke Daffin Sisle, I am now the Supreme Ruler of the Empire. I will give you and the glorious army you lead the highest honorable title of the empire. From now on, you will be the only honorable marshal of the Troo Empire. Let's live forever in the universe together!"

"Merco Daffin Thistle was with the Empire!"

Merke's voice passed through the live broadcast screens of all the planets ruled by the Troo Empire, and her thin back merged into an eternal dazzling color under the flickering lights, and finally froze.

——At this point, the title of Marshal Xiluoer will remain forever in the time album together with the glory of the empire, until the empire is destroyed and the universe is desolate...

　I have to say that after writing Interstellar, I realized that I am really not suitable for writing Interstellar, I am so poor at words! !Alas, sad...

　　
　
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