Bai Ya originally thought that the residence of the king of a country might embody the treasures and financial resources of the whole country. Not to mention how magnificent it is, it should be more serious and elegant. However, on the way to the main hall, the buildings they saw were still strangely assembled.
But in the presence of the palace guards, the palace and pavilions no longer make people feel ridiculous.
If the royal city of Wu Kingdom is the simplest and simplest among all the royal centers Bai Ya has seen, it also has the most solemn atmosphere he has ever seen. After three or five steps, you can see the fully armed guards. Their military appearance is neat and tidy, and their equipment and manners are as if they were poured out of the same mold. The cold light of light armor and sharp blades reflected on the mixed-material building, diluting most of the sense of humor, and replaced it with a military-like atmosphere of severity.
This defense spread all the way to the main hall, and the uniform posture of soldiers diluted the differences of the guards themselves. But as soon as he stepped into the palace, Bai Ya still keenly picked out a human figure among the group of Shura and monsters. Jun Luanjiu was actually stationed in the palace, around the throne. It seems that he has a high status here. Bai Ya didn't know if this meant that his position had also tilted towards this country, but in any case, before his identity and the monarch's attitude were established, the fact that he was in a high-level position only increased the risk of rash recognition.
Speaking of kings...
At first, Bai Ya's attention didn't even focus on the monarch. When he looked away from Jun Luanjiu, the first thing that attracted him was the white throne. It was very different from the creations of the Wu Kingdom that he had seen. It was all white and seemed to have complex lines. As a seat, it was very complex and majestic, conveying the awe of power and position. There was also something strange about the color. It was too white, but without a trace of luster, giving it a pure and empty effect. Compared to the stale atmosphere of the palace, it seemed to be glowing.
This pure white background is like cutting out a hole in a house with mixed colors, opening up a canvas, but the figures depicted on the canvas are not so majestic in comparison. The monarch has long, disheveled dark red hair that stretches out in coils, like a blazing fire stained with dried blood on top of this white patch. As he got closer, he could see the clear muscles on his face, clearly showing his identity as Shura. Compared with the surrounding guards, his figure was too petite. Bai Ya originally thought that the monarch would be the tallest and most majestic among the Shura.
Different from the Yan Gou atmosphere in Wangcheng, he was not sitting upright. Instead, he crossed his legs boldly, supported his head with one hand, and looked down at the approaching visitors with frowning eyebrows. It's like a strong general in the army sitting firmly in the tent, suppressing his impatience, receiving envoys from civil servants. When he opened his mouth, it was towards the guards who had brought the two of them. He was obviously not hostile, but his tone was firm.
"Okay, just bring it here."
This sound...
Bai Ya couldn't help but look at the monarch twice, even though he understood that if he heard correctly, she was really a queen, this look was quite inappropriate. After looking at it carefully, he saw something neutral in the other person's brave face. There is also a thin ring around her neck, perhaps a unique accessory given to herself by this brave-looking woman.
Lord Shuangyue wasn't looking at her. I don't know if it was because the monarch was a queen, or because he was worried about the family that was the source of the curse and didn't bother to take a closer look.
His eyes glanced at the throne. Bai Ya couldn't help but look over, but he couldn't open his eyes immediately after this look.
The pale throne was actually made of bones.
Judging from the shape and size of the countless white bones, they definitely did not come from any easily available common prey. Some looked like giant beasts or monsters, while others, as the two people who had experienced the fight could tell, were definitely human bones. This is... barbaric. Bai Ya only knows that in the uncivilized areas of his homeland, there is a custom of making artifacts from human bones.
But it is also very gorgeous and magnificent, like carefully crafted and decorated malice. It is as white as death itself, and like a chant that tramples death. Leg bones, vertebrae, and different bones are intertwined and supported, like countless dead souls kneeling and surrendering to the ground, holding up the king above them. Upon closer inspection, these bones must have been carefully selected, selecting the strongest notes in each funeral song, and then carefully cleaned and polished. Each root has a strange beauty, as if countless lives that will eventually pass away are solidified and carved into eternity, forming the epic of this dynasty - the hymn of the king.
"You admire my throne?"
The queen's voice sounded.
Bai Ya immediately pulled out of this primitive and wild impact and raised his head to look at her. This monarch carries a sense of coercion, but it is not serious, but a kind of wild tension. At this moment, she did not hesitate to show obvious confidence to them, grinning her lips and raising her chin slightly:
"Every visitor who sees it is as shocked as you are - if not more."
She ignored Lord Shuangyue, who had a pale look on her side, nodded Bai Ya in the air, and patted the armrest of the throne: "These are all the powerful enemies that I have conquered and killed in successive years since I visited the Nine Heavens Kingdom. There are you humans, and there are us. Rakshasa, there are also many other strong men from other races. All evil can be killed, but evil karma in the world is hard to eliminate. Over the years, this throne has become so huge. However, even if they cannot be included in the throne, there are other losers like them. A place to belong.”
"Belong?" Bai Ya frowned and asked subconsciously.
"You must have heard about the Temple of War. Not long after you entered the royal city, there were many troubles, which I have never seen before. If you have a chance, you can take a look." The queen held her chin and looked back and forth between the two of them. Hot search
Lord Shuangyue was still speechless, but it was not that Bai Ya had never heard of this place, but he was a little confused: "I thought that was where heroes were enshrined."
"Since it is an offering, there are naturally offerings. What better gift can be given to a hero than the bones of the defeated?" The Queen raised her eyebrows and made a matching expression of praise, "They are the cornerstone of the dynasty. It is the base of the ambition. Of course, there are too many bones, and it would be too wasteful to just make them into a base. Only by building them all into walls and building beams can we make the best use of them. The bone temple created, He lives up to his name as the God of War."
These words and thoughts were too aggressive. Bai Ya vaguely felt the violence behind these grand words and cursed secretly in his heart. Before he could think about it carefully, the Queen did not give him a chance to speak. Once she finished explaining what she wanted to express, she turned her interest to the other person who had not spoken up until now:
"Those losers are just fallen dust, fleeting smoke, so let's not talk about it. You are the guest we have been waiting for for so many years."
As the king of a country, her tone of voice was not too arrogant, but the content was quite polite. What makes Bai Ya strange is that Mr. Shuangyue, who was extremely eager before, now behaves neither salty nor indifferent. He sleeved his hands, just turned his body, looked at the queen and responded, to show that he heard.
"I'm a little surprised." The queen didn't care about his reaction. Seeing that he was listening, she continued speaking on her own, "Logically speaking, the wakizashi you are carrying - our Shura's language name, You may not understand. In the human world, is it called the Demon-Sealing Blade?"
Lord Shuangyue nodded slightly. The queen continued: "According to common sense, we, the Shura clan, can identify its aura and sense its existence without even using our eyesight. It's just that you have been approaching the capital for a long time, and no one has noticed it since you entered the city. It wasn't until he came in front of me that the aura of the Demon-Sealing Blade was revealed. What restrictions did you place on the Demon-Sealing Blade?"
Mr. Shuangyue looked at her with his dark eyes and said, "No."
"Yes, it's strange." She said in a calm tone - at this moment, her expression was no longer rich and vivid, "It must be by your side, and you want to bring it to see me?"
Lord Shuangyue just looked at her. Apart from that, there wasn't even a muscle on his face that moved his expression.
"When I meet you, does it mean that I will never see you again?"
This was so straightforward that Bai Ya thought the queen would retort and whitewash it. Unexpectedly, he read a kind of acquiescence in the queen's silent and rough face. She didn't seem to bother to cover up this purpose too much, or she didn't think there was anything wrong with what she was doing. What he said just now was just a little courtesy to the current bearer of the Demon-Sealing Blade, which was better than nothing.
"You are quite smart, not a martial artist." She raised her eyebrows high, her eyes showing undisguised scrutiny, "In this case, you should also know that the Demon-Sealing Blade does not belong to humans. If you can return it to our clan, it will be very important to you. I'm all about good things."
It had only been a few days since Bai Ya and Shuangyue Jun met, and neither of them liked to chat. He didn't understand the other person's experience, let alone his heart. He only knew that Lord Shuangyue was entangled with this immortal curse and wanted to be freed. But did this freedom mean giving up the Demon-Sealing Blade? The clues Shuangyue Lord has been pursuing all the way here may have been planted by Shura, and they want their things back. And does Lord Shuangyue regard the Demon-Sealing Blade as belonging to them, or as his own?
What kind of entanglement does he have with this mysterious weapon, what has happened to him over the years, and if he loses it, will he be affected in any way... Bai Ya has no idea. They had never discussed this topic before.
He couldn't guess, he just watched Lord Shuangyue still maintain an unchanging expression, and said a mere word to the Queen: "Okay."
Bai Ya was confused immediately and stared at him, wanting to ask questions, but he didn't have the opportunity. After all, the Demon-Sealing Blade is also a magic weapon. Even if the curse is annoying, can it be gotten rid of so easily?
Including the Queen, all the Shura in the palace did not expect such an answer. It should be said that no matter whether they knew about the curse or not, they never imagined that someone could give up a sacred object that their family regarded as a treasure so easily. After a brief period of silence, a burst of noise suddenly erupted in the hall. Bai Ya thought he had entered a wine shop.
"What nonsense is this kid talking about? His head is not working well?"
"I think he might not be brave enough to hold it!"
"Hey, Your Majesty, please get the things in your hands quickly, don't wait for him to come to his senses!"
They joked loudly, but the queen actually had no intention of stopping them. She just looked at Shuangyue Lord up and down and let her men make noise. Bai Ya could feel that the hierarchical order between them seemed to be loose. Sometimes they were as solemn as a military force, but they were also casual towards each other like comrades-in-arms. However, the two of them are not comrades-in-arms of these Shura.
Not someone they can joke around with.
