After this little episode.
Zhao Chen looked at the three people at the very back.
"Excuse me, Lord. It may be inconvenient for me to shake your hand." Governor Gilbert looked helplessly at the two men he had tucked under his arms.
“Um...you can put them down. I feel...they seem to be having trouble breathing.” Zhao Chen pointed to the two officials under the big man’s armpits.
One of the older ones even seemed to roll his eyes.
“Ah...” Governor Gilbert was startled and immediately released the two men.
The two fell heavily to the ground.
“Gilbert, you haven’t showered in days! Ugh ugh ugh ugh...” Ernest lay on the ground, gagging.
This guy's armpits have a really unique flavor.
He couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to change the position, but the guy seemed to think he was struggling and resisting, so he squeezed even tighter.
Just imagine if word got out that he, a dignified imperial regent, had died under someone's armpit.
Thinking about this, Ernest felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Hey, are you dead yet?" Zhao Chen walked up to the old man and kicked him a few times.
"Sir, you should be careful."
"There was a guy on the Imperial Star who hid a mini laser gun and tried to attack Saint Cana... General," Gilbert warned.
"It's nothing," Zhao Chen waved his hand.
With his physique, he's even fought big tigers, why would he worry about this old geezer?
"Cough cough cough..." At this moment, Andrew also recovered. He opened his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him. He looked around.
"You are... that Lord of the Falcon?"
"It's me. Don't you have anything to say when you see me?" Zhao Chen looked at the old patriarch of the Saint Family.
"The victor is king, the loser is villain; it's all up to you." Andrew had come to terms with it by then; things had come to this point, and there was no going back.
"My lord, I...I...I am willing to submit!"
"I can have my family at your service!" Ernest, being quite sensible, immediately knelt on the ground like a lapdog.
"When you traveled all the way to Warhammer to conquer me, weren't you very arrogant?"
I've heard so many tales of your might.
They said they would annihilate my entire fleet and teach me the price of provoking the Holy Radiant Empire.
"Now that I'm right in front of you, I'd like to hear what price you're willing to make me pay." Zhao Chen smiled as he looked at Ernest.
He has a bad habit of holding grudges.
"I was blind and spoke recklessly. Please forgive me this time, my lord."
"I will certainly be loyal to you," Ernest pleaded.
Zhao Chen had already walked back to Saint Cana's side and whispered in her ear, "I know you want to show off in front of me."
However, I do not wish to meet them. They may be high-ranking officials in your empire.
But to me, they're not even as good as a dog.
"Let them leave, don't dirty my bridge."
"I'm sorry," Saint Cana said, bowing her head, before preparing to lead the two off the bridge.
"Let's leave them outside the bridge for now and talk about some things," Zhao Chen said.
“Yes,” Saint Cana replied.
“Let me do it, I’m good at this kind of thing.” Gilbert volunteered, and somehow produced two ropes, which he tied together in a strange way before throwing them at the bridge entrance.
That made the crew members entering and leaving the bridge turn their heads, with a 300% head-turning rate!
No more irrelevant people.
Zhao Chen looked at the two officials in front of him, a female general he had helped to rise to power, and her father.
"What do you think the Holy Radiant Empire should do next?" Zhao Chen asked.
The problem seemed simple, but no one present dared to offer any advice.
Although Saint Cana is ostensibly the one who spearheaded the overthrow of the Imperial Senate, she is actually the true mastermind behind it all.
Everyone knows it's this Lord of the Falcon.
The future development of the Holy Glory Empire depends on this Dragon Lord.
If what they say doesn't satisfy the Dragon Lord, who knows what the consequences will be.
"Since you won't tell me."
Then I'll speak.
After I finish speaking, you can simply nod or shake your head. Zhao Chen looked at the four of them.
The four nodded.
"The current situation in the Holy Radiant Empire is complicated. The Saint Family has been wiped out, and the three governors are gone."
This is equivalent to cutting off two-thirds of the entire leadership of the Holy Glory Empire.
Furthermore, there is currently a permanent Level 5 cosmic wormhole within the Empire, posing a significant threat.
in this case.
The Holy Radiant Empire must have a unified command, instead of being fragmented as before.
Therefore, I suggest temporarily modifying the system of the Holy Radiant Empire, appointing Saint Cana as the Empress of the Holy Radiant Empire, who would hold all power.
In this situation, the empire's resources can be mobilized to the maximum extent to deal with the crisis.
"What do you guys think?" Zhao Chen asked.
The four of them nodded in unison.
But the next second, Saint Cana screamed: "What? I'm going to be the empress? No, no, how can I be the empress?"
"Being a legion commander is already difficult enough, being an empress... I definitely can't do it."
"What do you think of Saint Cana?" Zhao Chen asked the other three.
“If the lord thinks it’s acceptable, then it’s acceptable,” Melissa nodded.
“We’ve all witnessed Saint Cana’s abilities, I think there’s no problem,” Gilbert agreed.
"This...that...is that okay?" Chief St. George was also dumbfounded at this moment; he felt like he was dreaming.
His own daughter overthrew the Imperial Senate, and now she wants to become Empress?
“I really can’t do it.” Saint Cana shook her head repeatedly, and looked to Gilbert and Melissa for help: “Let Gilbert or Melissa do it, they have more prestige than me.”
Melissa looked at Saint Cana and thought to herself: Honey, this position isn't about who's more capable or less capable, but about who the man is willing to let take it.
Who is qualified to sit in this position?
“Saint Cana, in this situation, there is no time for you to make a choice here.”
Didn't you want to change the Holy Radiant Empire and save the Holy Light people who were threatened by the StarCraft Zerg?
Since that's the case, then you should take on this responsibility yourself.
Or is it that, in your eyes, those things are actually not important at all!
Moreover, these are special times, and this is the only way during special times.
"At worst, you can issue a decree stating that your imperial throne will only last until after the interstellar Zerg cataclysm ends." Zhao Chen stared at Saint Cana and questioned her.
Saint Cana bit her lip lightly, her eyes still filled with a complex and conflicted expression.
Finally, she took a deep breath, and a different look appeared in her eyes.
"Alright, I'll take the role."
Zhao Chen's lips curled up slightly.
First, they tricked her into going up there; whether she comes down afterward is no longer up to her.
