After Rebirth, I Became the AI of the God of War [Interstellar]

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Chapter 001

    Standing quietly in the middle of the trial hall, Shi Leng listened to the chief judge read out his charges one by one. The string of awkward legal terms was as long and meaningless as a shroud.

    Judgment halls are usually empty, as the verdicts here are unusually death-row inmates. Those who killed a few people are not qualified to come in, they have to be ruthless people who blow up a small town to the sky.

    Today's trial hall is extremely crowded, not because of the hijacking of the planet by terrorists in the Galactic Empire, and Shi Han has never committed a crime, but because he was involved in an incident that he shouldn't be involved in.

    Shi Han cast his eyes on the man sitting in the middle of the trial seat, the ruler of the Galactic Empire, Owen Hall, the illegitimate son of the previous emperor, the star war god with blood on his hands, and some people privately called him Satan.

    Objectively speaking, Irving I's handsome appearance is a bit bewitching. It is said that he looks very similar to his mother, a top-notch beauty who had a mysterious origin and died in the end. He has hair as shiny and beautiful as black jade, slender eyelashes, a pair of blue-gray eyes like a misty lake, a tall and beautiful nose and beautifully shaped lips. The smooth outline can coincide with the perfect plaster image, just like a work coming out of an art gallery.

    But no one dared to miss him.

    He was indeed like a god of war and an emperor, and on this occasion he was still wearing a military uniform, from the buttoned collar to the shiny boot toe, which was stained with blood and blood. The slender body sat in a very menacing posture, like a cheetah that was about to pounce in the next second.

    His throne is filled with countless bones.

    Shi Han was about to become one of the bones.

    In the vortex of the struggle for the throne, the little people involved can only consider themselves unlucky.

    Shi Han is not a small person in the true sense. After all, there is no small person who has no spiritual talent and sits on the position of the chief of the Intelligence Bureau with his unique pure intelligence. But compared with Owen, he is indeed a tiny grain of sand that can be seen everywhere on the beach.

    "Shihan, do you have anything else to say?"

    This is the routine process of the trial of death row prisoners. In the last part of the last words, the prisoner usually makes some demands at this time. After the last words are finished, he will be taken into the execution room at the west side door, where he will be penetrated by a beam of laser light. head.

    Shi Han came back to his senses, but his eyes didn't move for a moment, they were always fixed on Owen I.

    "I have nothing to argue with, because you won't listen. I'd rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. Unfortunately, I am one of that thousand. My fate was decided before this trial, holy In front of you, the law is just a piece of waste paper, and I am just an ant that can be crushed to death at will." The

    honorific title "you" was read with irony, and he suddenly smiled, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth. The madness of liberation.

    "However, Owen, if—"

    "Presumptuous!!" He was interrupted by the presiding judge before he could finish speaking. "How dare you call His Majesty by his name?!"

    "Owen."

    Shi Han continued to read persistently with a smile.

    There was a hint of madness and blood in that gentle voice.