What?You say His Majesty is a war criminal! !

Chapter 188 His Majesty’s Guidance (Please subscribe)

"Your loyalty has never been to me, but to the benefits I can bring to you. Just like Royce back then, you piled all kinds of treasures on the feet of my sculptures, knelt down devoutly every day, and shouted slogans, Is that loyalty? No, that's not it. It's not me you kneel down to, and it's not me you're loyal to. What you kneel down to is your own greed, the greed in your own heart. Your loyalty has been dedicated to your own desires, not to your own desires. Dedicated to me.”

Qin Zheng's words contained terrible anger.

His voice echoed in the hall, knocking on the hearts of those people.

"You are afraid of death, so you surrendered to me. When one day, someone puts a sword on your neck and offers better conditions, will you betray the Galactic Empire without hesitation? Your loyalty is worthless. It’s even disgusting and disgusting. What you did blasphemed the word.”

Qin Zheng walked down from the podium and walked in front of the young man, looking down at the poor man from a high position.

The terrible sense of oppression made the other party's body tremble involuntarily, causing the other party to collapse to the ground uncontrollably.

"It's not like that." The young man shook his head, trying to deny Qin Zheng's words, "We are loyal, we love you more than anything in the world, you can't treat us like this?? We have done so much for your great cause? We What’s wrong with us just wanting to keep the wealth we created?”

"Your loyalty is to violate the laws I made? Your loyalty is to defraud the Galactic Empire's funds, even at the expense of the project?? I am quite curious, what kind of loyalty is this?? Wait until you one day do it for profit. If you kill me, you can call it loyalty, right?"

Qin Zheng's words made the young man turn pale.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He could only shake his head and repeat the same words.

"No! We are loyal, we are loyal."

"Facts speak louder than words. What you did is betraying me and the Galactic Empire. No matter how nice you say it, the facts are the facts. I have pitied you. I hope you can stop it. I hope you can understand me. With truly good intentions, you choose to build human civilization with me. I hope very much that you can have lofty beliefs and great ideals, but you don’t have it.”

"You only have a greedy heart and don't know what loyalty and faith are. You think you can play disgusting tricks in my empire and use sweet words to cover up your disgusting behavior. I tell you, never be delusional. .The Empire will never recognize inheritance, and anyone who crosses this red line will be considered treason."

"A loyal person will not treat his monarch's words as nothing. Loyalty is never expressed by words, but by actions. If loyalty is not pure and absolute, then it is not loyalty. My position will always be We are all subjects of the empire and will always be part of the human race, but you have violated my original intention, you are a traitor."

Qin Zheng's voice struck everyone's hearts like a giant hammer.

The word traitor echoed through the halls of government.

Many lawmakers and officials present turned pale.

Many people think that they can definitely find a way around the abolition of the inheritance system.

But who would have thought that the Holy Emperor would be so determined to completely block all the holes and let the wealth be released into society.

"No matter who they are, the wealth they create belongs to human society. They can enjoy the wealth while they are alive. After death, the wealth will flow back to society and be obtained by other talented people. Whoever dares to stop this process will be Anyone who commits treason is an enemy of the Galactic Empire and will be punished by everyone.

Qin Zheng's words shocked everyone. This was the first time he publicly discussed the issue of inheritance.

It was also the first time that he publicly expressed his attitude, which was his absolute determination to abolish the inheritance system.

The Galactic Empire must not go the way of the Human Alliance.

Many people may feel that since wealth cannot be inherited, it cannot effectively stimulate people to accumulate wealth.

But looking at ancient and modern times, how many people really care about their descendants! !

People care more about themselves.

Especially when the welfare of the empire is increasing day by day.

Expenditures in areas such as universal health care and education are gradually weakening the original role of the family.

Children do not need to rely on their parents, but can also survive on imperial welfare and receive high-quality education.

Qin Zheng has long been planning to promote social projects where children no longer rely on their parents.

There is enough interest-free loan for every child born.

Allow them to arrange their own lives independently, and avoid harm caused by irresponsible parents.

What they spend in childhood will be repaid in adulthood without the need for parental support.

The only thing parents can give is their love.

This move will allow children to gain independence from an early age.

Only when there are enough independent people can this society be more harmonious.

When children do not need material supplies from their parents, the relationship between them will move towards equality in the true sense.

All classes can have a truly equal dialogue, and human society will usher in real prosperity.

The abolition of inheritance also had another important role, which was to prevent the empire from collapsing due to the issue of wealth distribution.

The accumulation of wealth in the interstellar age is a thousand, ten thousand, or hundreds of millions of times more terrifying than the accumulation of wealth in the industrial age.

The bottom class will be forced to support a large number of people who are not engaged in production and have low abilities because of the empire's distribution system.

The more technology develops, the stronger the Matthew Effect becomes.

Once a certain limit is crossed, the accumulation rate of wealth will exceed the accumulation rate of labor.

Suppose a family's wealth is trillions.

Take the money and invest it.

Even if you can only earn one thousandth or even one ten thousandth in a year.

The former can reach an income of one billion, and the latter can also have an income of hundreds of millions.

The wealth of that family will grow more and more, and they will never be able to spend it all.

And more people are just tired of living.

Do nothing all day long, and end up with nothing.

In the interstellar age, one trillion is not an unimaginable wealth.

As long as you have enough adventurous spirit, you can quickly accumulate wealth.

People from different classes will create a terrible distance within a few generations.

In addition, people who have money can use the resources at hand to extend their lives.

Within a thousand years, the Empire will encounter the same problem as the Human Alliance.

The gap between the rich and the poor is too wide, and the upper class cannot spend all their money no matter what. The entire family does not need to work and can just accept the support.

The lower class has nothing but daily work and cheap entertainment.

At that time, it will definitely be a beautiful moment to set off fireworks.

In addition, as time goes by, people have fewer and fewer opportunities to climb up.

When the empire is rising, as long as you are bold and dare to engage in interstellar trade, you can make wealth in just a few years that others cannot make in several lifetimes.

When the empire enters a stable period, there are many giant companies, and the routes on every planet have been saturated. Entering the Red Sea competition period, ordinary people are not qualified to enter the track.

The abolition of inheritance, even during a period of stability, would allow people to see opportunities to overcome class barriers.

It can also allow society to get full competition.

The opportunity is there.

King and loser.

The dancer in the winner's bar, enjoying the feasting and feasting, was so happy that she lost contact.

The loser goes home to eat a cold can of ant-cow.

The young man's body was trembling, and his eyes showed despair.

Everyone felt that the Holy Emperor would definitely not get things done.

After all, the Galactic Empire still needs families like them to promote development.

What's more, those who occupy the top ecological niche of power are all his old subordinates.

Once such a system is implemented, it will inevitably encounter opposition and even lead to political instability.

But who would have thought that the other party's will would be so firm.

The people who were taken away just now were not just the family dignitaries, but also some old people from the base era or when the empire was first established.

Thinking that there was no way he could escape this purge, the young man raised his head and showed a crazy smile.

"You are a tyrant, you are a disgusting dictator. We believed in you, but you rewarded us like this!! Do you think you can succeed?? Stop dreaming."

How blasphemous, how offensive.

Such rude words.

Everyone present showed surprise and shock.

The many imperial people who were watching were uncontrollably angry.

Is this this guy's loyalty?

"Your Majesty is really right. They have no loyalty at all."

"Loyalty will not be violated in disguise."

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The young people can also hear the discussion.

But there was no scruple on his face.

"You are an out-and-out tyrant, dictator, and war criminal. How many people have died because of you. You don't deserve it."

"Those who disobey will not be forgiven." The guard next to him broke the young man's legs before he could say those words and made him kneel on the ground.

The tremendous pain made the young man turn pale and scream continuously.

The guard raised his halberd.

The young man felt the cold killing intent, and the courage he had just disappeared instantly without a trace.

"No, I'm wrong.,"

Before he finished speaking, the guard slashed down fiercely.

The heavy halberd exploded in the air.

In full view of the crowd, he waved his halberd and chopped off his head.

Red blood spurted out.

The young man's head opened wide and his eyes were full of disbelief.

There were sounds of alarm from members of parliament and officials.

They were so frightened that they backed away one after another, their eyes full of fear.

There was also an uproar among the people.

Qin Zheng stood there calmly, looking at the headless corpse, his expression unchanged.

What makes them feel entitled to offend?

Is it because I haven’t stayed in Xuanyuan Star for a long time?

Or is it that the long-term violation of imperial laws has made them arrogant in their hearts.

"Drag the body out."

After a while, a team of cleaners in work uniforms trotted over.

They packed the body, washed the blood, dried it, and sprayed it with a smell remover.

The floor was still smooth and tidy, as if nothing had happened just now.

Juba and the others looked at what just happened with complicated expressions.

They felt like they were back in a trance when the empire was just established. In order to ensure the purity of the empire, Qin Zheng went on a killing spree.

"Continue now." Qin Zheng glanced at everyone with an indifferent tone.

This is an unprecedented storm.

HBT has been collecting intelligence and criminal evidence secretly, and Qin Zheng can listen to everyone's voice.

No one has been misjudged, and no one has escaped justice.

After what happened just now, those people were no longer foolish enough to challenge the emperor's majesty.

The Galactic Empire is a dictatorship.

The Holy Emperor has been away for a long time, and many people have forgotten this matter.

I always feel that the Imperial Council has the most power.

But now, Qin Zheng is standing here, telling everyone with his actions who has the final say in the empire.

One name after another came out of Qin Zheng's mouth.

One piece of evidence was laid out one after another.

Each one is irrefutable.

When the meeting ended, more than a third of the members were dragged out.

At the same time, there are also a group of family representatives, which can be called a major earthquake in the imperial political world.

But these are just the beginning.

Qin Zheng returned to Xuanyuan Star not just to deal with these people.

<divclass="contentadv">The rectification of the Galactic Empire is comprehensive.

There are also some rebellions to deal with.

Those families were brutally purged, and Qin Zheng didn't think they would just sit there and wait for death. They would definitely resist.

In the coming period, rebellions may need to be suppressed frequently.

Of course, this also has the advantage of letting everyone know the attitude of the empire.

If there is no bloodshed and no price paid, then people will always feel that it does not matter and feel that they can challenge the order and the rules.

In addition to rebellion, there may also be assassinations one after another.

After today's purge, the number of people who want to kill him will definitely increase dramatically.

But Qin Zheng was fearless and even had a little expectation.

If those families think that they are the only ones who can use these dirty tricks, then they are thinking too simply.

Qin Zheng had already trained assassins a long time ago.

But he never started it, he just let them train continuously, and then sealed away the assassins who completed all the tests.

Now HBT, an intelligence agency called Black Ice Platform, has been established.

A huge intelligence network penetrated every area of ​​the empire.

Coupled with his own abilities, he can absolutely guarantee that every assassination will be completed successfully and quietly.

Those family forces who intend to rebel, cults that are disobedient to the empire, and those who are not in line with the overall interests of mankind but are not easy to move on the surface.

They will all be put on the assassination list.

The storm is coming, but Qin Zheng has already made complete preparations.

At the end of the meeting, everyone's minds were still blank.

So many seats at the political table suddenly became empty.

It’s just one day.

Those forces that surrendered to the empire witnessed this scene, and they finally realized that the Holy Emperor was not just a mascot.

The establishment of the Galactic Empire was not based on the charity and kindness of those civilizations.

It was fought with sword after sword.

The foundation beneath the empire building is the corpses of countless creatures.

Everything that happened in the political hall was just an introduction.

But it has already detonated the public opinion of the entire empire network.

Various online forums and virtual worlds are talking about this matter.

After the meeting, Qin Zheng returned to the top floor of the Yizheng Building.

He stood by the window, overlooking the entire Liberty City.

One majestic building stretches all the way to the end of the horizon.

Countless hover cars shuttle through the steel jungle like schools of fish.

"Your Majesty, Lord Juba hopes to meet with you."

A suspended mechanical cherub emits the voice of Saladin.

Saladin, who serves as the head of the Imperial Guard, has been responsible for garrisoning Xuanyuan Star over the years.

After Qin Zheng returned, he, Leonidas and Hannibal, the two guards, took turns responsible for protecting Qin Zheng.

"Let him in."

"His Majesty"

Zhuba walked behind Qin Zheng with his two followers.

Qin Zheng did not look back, he kept looking at the prosperous Liberty City.

"Your Majesty." He knelt down on one knee, a trace of guilt and uneasiness appearing on his face, "This is my dereliction of duty."

"It has nothing to do with you. Their methods are very secretive, and the empire also needs them to complete the preliminary construction."

Qin Zheng had no intention of blaming Juba.

Those guys' methods of transferring inheritance and grabbing the interests of the empire are too secretive.

Some even pretend to be legal.

It's normal that Juba can't find it.

His ability is there.

Buying and selling, trading, complex equity penetration, and changing agents for control are carried out through middlemen, etc.

"I will look for a suitable opportunity to resign as director of the Imperial Anti-Corruption Bureau and leave it to someone more capable."

Qin Zheng nodded.

"Just do this, it's good to be a little idle. It's time for you to spend some time with your children. Your son probably has grandchildren."

It's cruel, but very reasonable.

There is some suspicion of burning bridges.

That's where Juba's abilities end. No matter how loyal he is, he can't find those people, let alone control an increasingly powerful empire.

Continuing to hold this position will only harm others and yourself.

What's more, even if this position is gone, Juba does not need to worry about any problems now.

Whether it's daily life, illness or retirement, we're all covered.

As long as the bottom line of Qin's politics is not violated, imperial officials will receive very good benefits after retirement.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Juba clenched his fist and placed his hand on his heart with a sincere tone.

"No, I should thank you." Qin Zheng turned around and said, "If it weren't for you, the empire would not be so prosperous. Live your life well and repair the relationship between you and your son."

Juba nodded, saluted once more, stood up and left.

Qin Zheng watched his leaving figure, showing a trace of melancholy.

He finally understood why ancient emperors called themselves widowers.

When you stand at the top of power, you are destined to no longer be able to care about emotions.

Giving a good ending to these people who followed him in the past is already the limit.

Qin Zheng shook his head, turned around, and continued to overlook Liberty City.

But his eyes did not entirely fall on those buildings.

Although the commotion caused by this return was big, everything was planned.

The web has long been woven.

All the current actions are just to drive away those big fish and make them fall into the trap.

Although the wind and waves are strong, everything is still under control.

Qin Zheng's eyes easily crossed the galaxy. He stared at the Second Expeditionary Force that was crossing the starry sky to pursue the Star Alliance, and said to himself, "It's time to activate the second lighthouse."

He stretched out his hand, and with one stroke, something was changed.

The further away from the range of the lighthouse, the more terrifying the subspace storm becomes.

When the Third Expeditionary Force pursuing the Covenant made the jump, the subspace seemed to be boiling.

Even the huge battleships were shaking and shaking in the storm.

Many crew members are worried that the battleship will be broken by the crazy ether current.

Fortunately, that didn't happen.

The Third Expeditionary Force struggled through the dark storm.

Every once in a while, the fleet has to leave the subspace and enter the real universe to rest.

There was a creaking sound from the huge hull of the Pride of the Empire.

The terrible storm is hitting the battleship's Geller force field, shaking the ship.

Church bells rang every few minutes.

The priests chanted holy scriptures enthusiastically and prayed for the battleship.

While people prayed to the God-Emperor, they worked hard to maintain the normal operation of the warships.

Especially the staff in charge of the Geller force field, their nerves were tense every moment.

The Geller Force Field is the key to safe navigation in subspace.

Once the Geller force field is lost, those strange creatures lurking in the subspace will swarm in and tear them alive.

In addition to maintaining and replacing parts, they also placed tributes in front of the main control machine, anointed the machine with holy oil, appeased the invisible mechanical spirit, and asked them to work hard.

Navigation room.

Several legionnaires serve as guards here.

Navigation director Alpha and his men were restrained in a mechanical cradle.

The console's numerous neural cables connect the back of their brains to their spines.

They use their third eye to observe the etheric currents to ensure that the fleet does not get lost and run aground.

If you hit the rocks in the real world, you still have a chance to survive. Even if you die, you can die cleanly and without as much pain in the aftermath.

On the rocks in the subspace, death is a luxury.

Soul and flesh will also suffer eternal torment.

Alpha relaxed his mind and used the Eye of Subspace to gaze at the ever-changing Supreme Sky.

There are many things in the Supreme Heaven that cannot be described by common sense.

Just one look at a normal person can cause their sanity to collapse and twist into an indescribable monster.

Only they can observe the warp and seek the correct path from it.

Countless changes will occur in subspace every moment and every second.

Countless strange dimensions and illusions converge together. A slight inadvertence will cause the ship to yaw and appear thousands or even tens of thousands of light years away from the target.

Suddenly, a figure burning with golden flames suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a golden ray of light streaked through many areas of subspace like a meteor, passing through one strange dimension and illusory world after another, and fell into a real world.

A safe road emerged in Alpha's vision.

The golden figure disappeared.

Alpha opened his eyes suddenly, feeling countless needles pricking his head, pores and soul.

Blood flowed from his eyes uncontrollably.

There were two shocking blood marks on his pale face.

"Your Majesty," he shouted in agony.

Several legion soldiers rushed in immediately.

They activate their weapons and be wary of strange creatures that may appear.

After confirming safety, he came to Alpha's side.

"What happened?" said a legionnaire.

"Enlightenment is His Majesty's enlightenment. He guides us. Let Captain William immediately give the order to leave the subspace." After Alpha said these words, he used up all his strength and will.

He opened his eyes wide and lay in the cradle, panting.

Several legion soldiers looked at each other, then opened the communication and contacted William and Zhang Han.

It's two o'clock now. If the next chapter can be coded before seven o'clock, it will probably be three chapters today.

The emperor's will is like a torch, shining on the stars