Under this anxious entanglement, he was already furious.
"You have already shown your cowardice before fighting in close combat! Are you trying to shake the morale of the army? The front is just covered with ash from a volcano, so why should you be afraid?"
When the staff officer saw him like this, he lowered his head silently and stopped talking.
"Everyone, follow me!"
He pulled out the sharp sword from his waist and held it high in his hand:
"Follow me, gentlemen, and conquer the mountain of corpses!"
Under his roar, the morale of the cavalry was high. He swung the reins in his hand, whipped away the riding whip, clamped his legs, and the horse roared loudly, its front hooves flew up, and it led him out of the dense forest.
Your Majesty the Emperor takes the lead, how can others not follow? Tens of thousands of cavalrymen poured out of the dense woods like wasps.
But at this moment, the dark void in front seemed to collapse. The darkness that squirmed like cotton wool spread crazily, swallowing up the entire army, the dense forest, and the heaven and earth.
Li Shibai felt that both he and the horse had missed the mark, as if they had fallen off an endless cliff. However, his consciousness floated up inexplicably, rising higher and higher.
Meng Fei, who came here earlier than him, felt the same as him.
In the world of nothingness, the crawling dark space, a light lit up, and there was light in the darkness. Wherever the light went, the darkness dispersed, and something real appeared in front of them.
Meng Fei watched the changes in the world curiously.
The first thing that appeared was a long black bronze table that felt cold and hard. Then a tall chair made of the same material appeared. Meng Fei was sitting on one of the chairs.
The surface of the long table is smooth, but the edges are carved with various reliefs symbolizing pain and death.
The style of the chair is similar. The back of the chair is particularly high, far higher than where Meng Fei's head is when he is sitting. Even when he stands up, he cannot reach it.
At the top of the high back of the chair is a black skull statue with empty eyes staring down at him. There are death's scythes on the left and right supporting it.
"Hey, sir! I finally found you!"
Meng Fei suddenly heard a surprised voice coming from his ears. He turned around and saw that it was Xiaoluo. She was wearing her usual light blue linen dress and was sitting on the chair to his right.
As if she didn't quite believe the facts before her, she stretched out her left hand, grabbed Meng Fei's right hand, and pinched it hard. Meng Fei screamed in pain. Xiaoluo touched it with regret again and said:
"It seems to be real, not a dream."
Meng Fei thought to himself, shouldn't he pinch himself to judge whether he was dreaming? What's the use of pinching me?
But it reminded him. This is not an ordinary hallucination, this realm of consciousness is unreasonable, but very "real". At least the pain simulation is realistic.
There was a distance of about one person between him and Xiaoluo. But when he looked down, there was actually a pitch-black void below.
There was no ground, and he couldn't see where the legs of their chairs ended. The legs of these chairs seemed to extend downward infinitely, with the lower ends far exceeding the length of his legs and disappearing into the thick black mist.
Meng Fei didn't want to get up and walk around because it was simply impossible. No matter which direction he exerted force, he could not leave his seat, as if he was glued to the chair.
And if he did leave the chair, would he fall into the abyss?
Other chairs appeared one after another, and more and more people sat around the long table. Eventually there were eight people in total. Some of them he knew, and some were strangers.
The person sitting in the middle seat at the end of the long table is none other than the God of Death himself!
Meng Fei recognized this as the God of Death for no other reason than that he looked so similar to the God of Death that appeared in various fantasy pictures.
He was wearing a strange black robe with a pointed hood. The hood covered half of his head, but it could still be seen that there was no flesh on his face at all, just a pale white skeleton.
Death's iconic crescent-shaped scythe lay across the back of the chair behind him. On the table, at the end of his sleeves, were skinny, bone-like fingers.
Such a standard CG image, what do you think this is if it’s not the God of Death?
Sitting on the first seat on the left hand side of Death is a middle-aged man with a full body of silver armor, long hair and beard, and a dignified demeanor.
Regarding this person, although Meng Fei has never seen him, He Ma has seen his "holy face". He is Li Shibai, the emperor of the Qingmang Divine Kingdom that everyone knows!
Li Shibai's eyes were a little confused when he first appeared, but he immediately restored the majesty of the emperor.
His eyes caught sight of a mantis man sitting opposite him with a sinister face. He immediately became furious, slapped the table, and tried to stand up.
But he immediately felt the constraints of this world and could only sit on the chair in silence.
"Zuo Feng, you despicable villain! What are you planning on doing with these intrigues? Do you dare to fight me one on one in a fair duel to the death?"
Of course the scheming Li Shibai was not really angry. As soon as he appeared here and saw his old enemy Mantis King Zuo Feng in front of him, he immediately realized that he had fallen into the enemy's trap.
Although he didn't know where this place was, he was obviously trapped in some kind of magic circle. This is extremely detrimental to him.
In his impression, Mantis people are brave and foolhardy, and Mantis King Zuofeng is especially brave and invincible but prone to anger.
If he can inspire the left winger with a few words here to decide the outcome in a one-on-one duel, he can still have a glimmer of hope to save the defeat.
But he was disappointed. Zuo Feng tilted his body and put one hand on the table. He just sneered and said:
"Your Majesty the Emperor, are you mistaken? Who is playing tricks?
"We have obviously signed an armistice agreement, right?
"Why did your cavalry appear at the foot of the mountain of corpses?"
Li Shibai didn't feel the slightest embarrassment when his blatant violation of the agreement was revealed. Knowing that it was impossible to break free from the shackles of the chair with brute force, he simply leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair to conserve energy.
He put his hands in his sleeves, and tapped the fingertips of his right hand on the back of his left hand, thinking about his next move.
Under Li Shibai, Meng Fei knew the person sitting there, it was Luo An who came with him.
Obviously Luo An had experienced all this thousands of years ago, so he was not surprised. He glanced faintly at the end of the long table.
After a thousand years, he saw Qi Mei again.
Opposite each other in the last row of seats at the end of the long table were two women. They were both wrapped in coarse cloth and covered their faces with veils, just like ordinary unmarried women from the Mantis tribe.
The most striking difference among them is that the slightly thinner one has long silver-gray hair that shines like brocade. And the hair of the other was as black as ebony.
The black-haired woman has a cold expression and her eyes are not squinting. But the silver-haired girl's eyes quickly swept around, and finally fixed her eyes on Luo An.
Then she tilted her head slightly, leaned down slightly, and smiled slightly, as if to salute him.
Not to mention that she just covered her face, even if she was burned to ashes, he would recognize her, this is Qi Mei!
