With his mind still in a state of confusion, the young man seemed to see that the sky in the distance was gloomy, with dark clouds covering the sun, and wolf smoke and beacon fire billowing. Outside the majestic bronze temple, there were groups of armored soldiers patrolling everywhere. They hold long swords in their hands and wear black iron masks that are tight-fitting and cold and solemn.
The golden pupils in the empty eye sockets were so bright, so majestic, so blazing. Apart from the sound of armor clashing with gold and leather, the momentum of the frost-killing military formation was enough to silence even the gods.
After the loud roar, the wind and clouds turbulent and changed color, the broad and tough membrane wings cut through the oppressive clouds, and the vaguely huge and ferocious body flew across the plains rapidly swinging its terrifying tail.
The young emperor sat on the steel throne in the main hall, overlooking all living beings, and his soldiers were invincible. There was a special joy in the golden eyes, and he seemed to enjoy the pleasure of sweeping across the world and swallowing up all the wastelands.
He even hesitated to give Li Yongyuan a look from the perspective of a bystander.
"Snapped!"
He stretched out his slender hand under the broad crown and gently snapped his fingers.
Meteorites are constantly breaking through the clouds in the sky, accelerating horribly under the attraction of the earth's center. After passing through the last layer of defensive ozone, they rub violently with the air and burn, causing blazing flames. They fall into the boundless wilderness, ancient forests, and vast sea waves. The impact created a huge shock wave, and the whole place was drowned in wildfires and earthquakes, and the dim hurricane mixed with sand and stones violently attacked everything in sight.
All things, orders, and laws were overthrown and replaced by the emperor's oracle.
"The world has been in chaos for too long. Countries are attacking each other. Corpses are floating around and blood is flowing thousands of miles away."
The emperor turned around on the imperial pole, drew the sword at his waist and waved his sleeves robe violently, his eyebrows as sharp as swords, and his voice was clanging loudly in the empty hall.
"I want to mobilize the remaining six generations of Duke Xiao, King Huiwen, King Wu, King Zhaoxiang, King Xiaowen, and King Zhuangxiang to develop strategies and control the inner world, so that the chariots will track the same track, the books will be written with the same text, the travel will be the same, the land will be the same, and the measurements will be the same. The same balance and the same shape of coins.
I want the people of these seven countries to listen to one voice, obey one order, and live under the same sky from now on. Inherit the destiny of one life and build the foundation of all generations! Is it possible? "
The young king with the crown of Xuanchang held the hilt of the slender Rumo sword and made a heartfelt declaration at the end of the hall.
However, there was no response in the empty palace, and he could not respond. Just like when He ascended the throne with his back to the officials, he climbed the three thousand steps alone and stood on this lonely throne. He left a lasting reputation as a tyrant.
The First Emperor, Ying Zheng, has always been a person who is not understood. He is a person who has not appeared since ancient times and may not appear again in the future.
But he never really cared about the opinions of the world, nor the grievances of the elders of the Six Kingdoms. He relied on the emperor's lofty status and his own ruthless will to unify the world that had been scattered for five hundred years, and unified the world. Seven countries with brilliant but completely different developments in the political, economic and cultural fields are mixed together in one place.
"Yes!"
Li Longyuan, who seemed to be nothing, was still standing on the steps of the palace from the perspective of a spectator, frowning and contemplating. Before he could speak, he saw the man on the throne proudly pulling out the Emperor's Sword, and the hesitation in his eyes was cold for a moment. Replaced by iron-hard determination.
He has never been a person who needs friends or wins approval. All He needs is absolute obedience.
Just like Qin's law, it is complete and strict.
"My order is to send out 600,000 troops from now on. With Wang Jian as the chief general and Meng Wu as the deputy general, we will attack Chu and destroy its ancestral temple in one battle and destroy the state of Chu!"
The emperor, who was not angry and proud, pointed his sword towards the outside of the palace. Li Longyuan was in a daze. The hall was already filled with ministers and generals made of clay and bronze, similar to the terracotta warriors and horses unearthed in Xi'an. They were holding ivory statues. The completed wat board, with the same burning golden pupils burning in its eye sockets, knelt down and prostrated on the ground towards the king, calling the mountain "Wei".
The sun faded, the candlelight dimmed, and the palace returned to darkness. The emperor in mysterious clothes stood alone on the steps of the palace. The young man's expression was a bit deliberately to restrain the pain. He gritted his teeth tightly, and big beads of sweat were rolling down.
Suddenly he could no longer support the weight of his body and fell to his knees. He stretched out his palms to cover his face and coughed heavily, spitting out dazzling red blood. The pupils between the fingers were ignited with golden flames, and the five elements of earth, fire, wind, water, and spirit formed an uncontrollable chaotic field, almost like a magnetic storm caused by a sunspot at its maximum.
The original fine and tough black scales began to spread from the hiding place in the crown suit to the neck, chin, face, forehead, until covering the whole body.
The bone spurs squirmed in the flesh of the shoulder blades, and finally came out ferociously through the body. The long membrane wings were as hard as iron and as sharp as a knife when they were born. The pure golden pupils burned, and even the air around him was distorted by the high temperature.
A distant roar like an ancient chime unearthed from a mausoleum instantly rang the hall and swept across the entire wasteland. Immediately afterwards, the 50-foot-long roof of the hall from the north to the south was forcibly overturned by a swift and huge black shadow. The black dragon roared up to the sky and vibrated its membrane wings. Thousands of meters of clouds were stirred and torn apart by the brutal wind.
He fluttered his wings and flew straight into the depths of the wilderness without stopping. The wails and souls of the dead became the most precious collection pursued by the black dragon. Every time the bone membrane wings that covered the sky vibrated, the densely connected white skulls rose like wind chimes. Constantly swaying in the wind, it emits the whispers of the deceased.
On the battlefield in the distance, meteorites and stones thrown by trebuchets fell together. The armored soldiers collided violently in a torrent of black and white steel, but each one was as small and fragile as a dense swarm of ants.
When the black dragon, which symbolizes despair and death, howls and flies over the war, and when the shadows cover the intertwined military formations, the outcome is already doomed.
The scene stopped abruptly, and as a spectator, Li Yongyuan's consciousness fell into darkness.
But he felt inexplicably angry, just like the anger he felt when he learned about Eriki's boring life.
He wanted to resist, or find a way to resist.
He does not allow things to go beyond his control, which is undoubtedly a kind of whimsical domineering.
But he just wanted to, nothing else.
If God cannot be omniscient, omnipotent, and perfect, then he wants to try to kill God, replace God, or even surpass God.
As long as he lives, he will not allow those he holds dear to die. No one can take away what he likes.
wait for me!
The boy stretched out his hands as if suffocating to grab something, then suddenly bent over and stood up. His black hair was completely soaked by the water, and water droplets splashed everywhere.
Facing his eyes was a fair and beautiful face. The girl had a gentle and gentle temperament, but her figure was like a gorgeous peach blossom in early spring.
"I just woke up and started acting hooligan without even putting on my clothes."
The green jade finger pointed at his forehead in annoyance, but the young girl's expression was generous and not shy. When had this kid been injured, had she not been the one to change his dressing? Every time she looked at these scars, she felt angry and distressed.
"Sister Poria!"
On the other hand, Li Longyuan, who had always had a calm Taoist heart, rarely became embarrassed.
