Earth Invasion

Chapter 60 Throne

There are so many people and cars going to the grave... I wonder, where do so many cars come from in a county...

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"You who refuse to even use electricity, how can you bring the Assyrians a future!" Staring at the scepter in his brother's hand with burning eyes, he felt that his hand was about to reach out and grab it.

It's a pity that my elder brother lightly placed the scepter on his lap, completely ignoring him.

Because he is the king now, although in the eyes of the people on earth, his king is like air.

"Phillips, I didn't quarrel with you. I have asked Mr. Francois to prepare the car. We are going to the tomb of the former king."

"Car? You will also take a car. I thought you would go on a horse or a carriage." Prince Phillips laughed.

Alsloan XI frowned, as if remembering something dumbfounding: "I don't want to be surrounded by people, that kind of feeling is too bad."

The mausoleum of the former kings mentioned by Alslon XI is located in the northwest of St. Antquith. It is a round arched white building.There are ashes and stone reliefs of ancient kings.It is also the only place in San Antquis that is not a scenic spot.

The royal family's car drove slowly on the narrow road made of white stone slabs.The entire mausoleum is quiet and solemn, except for the singing of birds, there is only the sound of wind passing through the forest.In front of the gate of the underground palace of the mausoleum, two guards holding sharp axes stood quietly, and the black armor reflected a cold light.

For the royal family, the mausoleum is an important place.This is not just a matter of etiquette, but also a proof of the royal blood.Therefore, every king of the Sifah dynasty must go to the mausoleum at least once a year, and even if a king feels that he is old, if he wants to pass the throne, he must first communicate in the mausoleum.

Taking out the olive oil he carried, Alslon XI poured the oil on the copper dish oil lamps in front of the ashes of each former king as he walked.Prince Phillips behind him gently brushed off the nonexistent dust on the stone urn.

"Phillips, do you really want to be this king?" the voice of King Alsloan XI came through.Prince Phillips couldn't help being taken aback, but soon he returned to normal.

"That's right. You, you can't bring anything to Assyria."

"Even as a puppet of Earthlings?"

"My stupid brother, are you any different from the puppet of the earthlings now?" Prince Phillips sneered.

"At least my heart is not." Alslon XI continued to add olive oil to the ever-burning lights. The mausoleum was well ventilated, and the newly oiled lights swayed like stars in the night sky.

"Soul, heart!" Phillips suddenly became angry, "The body is enslaved by others, what's the use of independence of the mind! Because the people on earth are powerful, we reject everything about them, even if it is a convenient energy source like electricity, you guys Should people who follow tradition be turned away?"

"It is because we are enslaved that we need independent and free minds, Phillips." Alsloan XI filled the last lamppan with oil, clapped his hands and stood up.

"I know what you mean. You want our people to live like Earthlings. You want us to become them so that we can be respected. You're even studying Earthlings' religion and think we should give up on Believe in Goddess of the Double Moon, and believe in Allah and God." Alslon XI came out from the inside, and slowly sat in front of the statue of the Bronze King Erasidor.

"But remember one thing, even if we become more like the earthlings, we will not become them. I know that electricity is a very convenient thing, but we can't just use the electricity of the earthlings. This kind of thing will make us Our life is the same as that of people on Earth, but we cannot produce the vital electricity. We can only sink deeper and deeper into this whirlpool."

"That's why you refuse to use any convenient power items in the palace?"

"Yes, this is the only thing that I, the king, can do. It is to let our people remember the traditions, remember that we are still Assyrians, have independent personalities, independent culture, and are not vassals and Second-class people. They bring us to our knees with fire and mechanical monsters, but our character, cannot disappear."

"It's meaningless!" Prince Phillips blushed, "What you said is meaningless!"

He was spinning around like a trapped animal.

"You know, my brother. When a person dies, there is nothing. Whether it is character or culture, it is the same! What I want to do is to let our people live a happy life like Duke Felke. A decent life. We can't defeat those machine monsters! Therefore, we need to crawl at the feet of these people! Instead of letting our people die in vain!"

"That's why you came to San Antquis? And then used by the people on Earth? Don't you like the agreement that Ann signed on Earth?"

"Yes! Or how can it be optimistic?!" Phillips approached Alsloan XI step by step, "They are all Earthlings! Just like we are all Assyrians! We Assyrians are a bunch of poor people , there is no power to pry the monsters six thousand light years away! So, abdicate, my brother! Cancel that agreement, and then save your own life!"

Alsloan XI laughed happily.

"My dear brother Phillips, you have made a mistake. That agreement, whether the royal family signs it or not, is meaningless. Because that itself is not something that the royal family can order! That agreement , is a horn! The horn of all Assyrians who want to fight for independence and happiness! There will be warriors who will stand up, and they will fulfill the agreement and seize this dawn! So..."

Alslon XI raised the scepter in his hand: "I have no right to terminate the agreement, nor do I have the right to make the Assyrian people stop resisting! Similarly, you can't either!"

After finishing speaking, he slammed the scepter hard at the boulder on the wall!

The sawdust was flying, and the piece of amber was already torn apart!
"O ancient kings! The mission of the descendants of Elasidur is over!"

Amidst the scattered amber fragments, Alsloan XI had a smile on his face,

"Sifah Dynasty! This is the end!"

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