On the sixth planet of the triple star, a magnificent palace surrounded by mountains and seas, the snow-bright lights illuminated the clouds in the sky and turned silvery-white.

Melodious music flutters with the sea breeze. A pair of Romanese men and women with heavy makeup and bright makeup held their heads high enough, under the service of servants of various tribes, rode in ancient animal carriages decorated with beautiful and luxurious decorations from all directions, and marched into the palace with smiles on their faces under the gaze of the tall knight statues on both sides of the road.

Wherever there are people, they can hear eulogies in praise of the Roman god of war Mel Arutan, even the thinnest Roman boys, they will grit their teeth and put a heavy armor on their bodies, with an ancient pure metal knight's long sword around their waists, and pose as a qualified Roman knight.

And all Romanese men in metal armor can win the favor of Romanesque women of all ages. Countless autumn waves came from all directions to entangle these 'heroic' Roman knights, like a bonfire on a winter night, burning the bones of these Roman men almost melted. Occasionally, from a wooded corner of the palace, a few disheveled Roman men and women would rush out, their faces glowing with golden blood as evidence that they had just done something in Simian.

In one of the tallest and most majestic halls of the complex, Nankett, dressed in the king's robes, sits in the center with a scepter in his hand. More than thirty Roman ladies dressed up like a flock of splendid poppies surrounded Nankett. These Romanese ladies were all wives of Nankett, and they were all nobles with ancient and noble Romanesque noble blood.

Among these romantic ladies was a striking lady in a long silver dress adorned with black diamonds ranging in size from the size of a mung bean to the size of a fist, and a triple tiara weighing about thirty kilograms and set with gold, silver, and a large number of precious stones. The noblewoman's snow-white and delicate fingers were densely packed with more than twenty rings, each of which shone in a mesmerizing glow in the snow-bright light.

This noble lady is Nankett's wife, that is, the mother of Polport.

From time to time a Roman lady stood up. Passionately kissed Nankett's cheek. Nankett kissed the ladies in return, a passion that melted the steel.

Only Polport's mother sat on the throne alongside Nankett, and looked down on the flattering women with a haughty gaze. In fact, even if she wanted to, she couldn't move. The triple crown on her head weighed thirty kilograms, the scepter she held in her left hand weighed one hundred and twenty kilograms, and the gorgeous palace dress made of white gold silk on her body weighed three hundred and fifty kilograms, with thousands of black diamonds of all sizes. The total weight of this palace dress is more than half a ton.

For a pampered Roman noblewoman, such a set of outfits was too much of a burden. If she hadn't used the secret ** enhancement technology of the Romans Knights to strengthen herself ** more than ten times before attending this palace banquet, this noble lady who was born in a delusional family and had hundreds of Roman kings on her ancestors would have been crushed to death on the spot.

Polport stood in the most remote corner of the hall, two pretty spirit girls clinging to him, gently caressing his chest and abdomen.

The well-dressed mad angel stood beside Polport, his glass in his glass, looking at the group of jeweled people on the throne. He smiled and asked, "Today is the first court banquet of the First Romance Kingdom, won't you go and congratulate your father?" Rejoice, Polport, don't be gloomy like an old king who is about to die of natural causes!"

Polpot snorted, and he picked up his glass weakly, clinking glasses with the mad angel. Squinting at Nankett on the throne, Polport asked in a low voice, "Do you think my father's words are true? He really just acted in front of the mongrels of Ducat? If so, I really admire him, for the good of the family, he really acted like him!"

The mad angel glared at Polport. He exclaimed, "Enough, Polportt, forget about those ridiculous relationship problems. A true romantic man, who always cares only about power, power and wealth, feelings, just a little embellishment in a boring life. Female? That's just a tool used by a real Roman man to vent too much male venom. ”

Taking a sip of the wine in the wine glass, the mad angel admonished: "You have to care about the state affairs of the First Roman Kingdom now, many super motherships can only barely sail, and they are almost the same as scaring people, but if you want to fight, you still need to repair for a long time." We don't have enough trained crews, stupid servants, and their soldiers can only be used as cannon fodder, don't expect them to learn how to operate high-tech warships. We've found thousands of giant veins on these three planets, but less than one thousandth of them are working!"

With a heavy sigh, the mad angel said in a low voice: "As the military leader of the First Kingdom, as the true heir of the Roman Knights, there are many things you need to do!"

Polport took a deep breath, he glanced in disgust at the noblewomen who were flattering Nankett, and sneered: "These stupid women, do they still want to take my mother's place? Do they still want to take my position for their stupid sons? You didn't tell my brothers, how did I get my position in the Roman Knights?"

The mad angel glanced coldly at the dozen or so Roman youths in the other corner of the main hall who were looking at this side, their eyes were almost green with jealousy, and shook their heads with a strange smile. "No, I didn't tell them how you got your position as the head of the Roman Knights. I didn't even tell them who I was! Not only have their eyes on your position, but they have also set their sights on my position as Great Consul. Oh... This bunch of stupid, despicable, unworthy garbage, they should be destroyed along with this universe. ”

Pausing his chest, the mad angel said proudly, "My child Polport, you are qualified to be my heir. You will be redeemed because of my sake, and you will be redeemed in the new universe when the cycle of reincarnation begins anew, just like me.

"Ugh!" Polport's head ached, and he laughed dryly, "Of course!"

Glaring indignantly at the noblewomen who had nearly drowned Nankett, Polpotnu snorted. Looking at his mother, who was sitting on the throne and couldn't move, Polport's face showed a hint of helplessness and embarrassment. He muttered under his breath, "Hell, my mother, though I hate to admit it. But you, like all Romance women, are so hypocritical and superficial. Keep an eye on the man next to you, otherwise how can I rest assured that I will let you stay with him while I'm out fighting?"

Polport's face was clouded, and he subconsciously played with the wine glass in his hand, looking at his mother who was sitting on the throne in a daze.

The First Kingdom of Roman is facing a great dilemma, and this dilemma is something that Polport has to solve urgently.

The total population of the First Kingdom of Romance today is close to three billion, but more than ninety percent of these three billion people come from the 172 star bases owned by the Roman Knights, all of whom are Romanes, and there is not a single orthodox Roman. The entire First Kingdom of Romance had fewer than a million Romans.

These million Romans include the clansmen of the Holtam family and the other electors, as well as the clansmen of the lower families they can influence. All other pure-blood Romans were concentrated in the Second Kingdom of the Romans, under the rule of the three brothers, Sokkin, Porugin, and Jackkin. A Roman kingdom with only a million Romans is undoubtedly a great irony for Polport.

The Mad Angels have sent official credentials to the Second Kingdom, asking them to transfer at least fifty percent of the Romans to the Second Kingdom. But the letter had been sent for several days, and the First Kingdom had not responded in the slightest, perhaps in response, that is, the Roman fleet under the command of Porugin and Jakkin, blocking the main shipping lanes between the two countries.

"Damn it!" Polport crushed the wine glass in his hand.

The mad angel saw the fragment of the wine glass in Polport's hand, he smiled faintly, pulled a Roman girl who happened to walk by, and poked out two gorgeous white wings of light behind him. "Inspired by God, I found you in the vast sea of people. Beautiful young lady, you have a pure soul, you have a holy body, are you willing to be 'purified' from God?

A huge evil force shrouded the girl's set, and the girl looked at the mad angel obsessively, and threw herself into the arms of the mad angel with a sigh.

"Shameless!" Polport gave the most accurate definition of the mad angel's behavior, and watched with envy and jealousy as the mad angel floated away with the girl in his arms.

Jazak suddenly emerged from Polport's side, and he exclaimed, "My lord, there is a fleet of three motherships leading the thirteen stars. The identification code of the other party is the Earth Federation. ”

"It's that guy!" Polport's mind snapped into the unsettling evil smile of the Ancient Evil Dust. He was stunned, gritted his teeth and said, "Send a signal, I want to meet him!"

Looking at Nankett, who was sitting on a throne and receiving the worship of the crowd, Polport frowned and strode out of the main hall. His mother sat on the throne. The smiling and proud looked at Polport's tall back, and boasted to the ladies around him proudly: "This is my child." He has my blood in him. Oh~~~ Compared to you kids who only know how to eat, drink and be merry, how outstanding Polport is! Nankett, is that so?"!~!