Bai Ya originally thought that the residence of the king of a country might reflect the treasures and wealth of the country. Not to mention how magnificent it is, it should be more dignified. However, on the way to the main hall, the buildings they saw were still strange.
The assembled appearance.
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. Just three or five steps away, you can see fully armed soldiers.
protect
The guard's military appearance was neat and tidy, and the equipment and manners were all cast out of the same mold. The cold light of light armor and sharp blades reflected the mixed materials of the building, diluting most of the sense of humor, and replacing it with the solemn atmosphere of the military.
This guard spread all the way to the main hall, and the uniform posture of the soldiers diluted the differences among the guards. But as soon as he stepped into the hall, Bai Ya still keenly picked out a human figure among the group of Shura and demons. Jun Luanjiu
They were stationed in the royal palace and around the throne.
.It seems that he has a high status here. Bai Ya doesn't know if this means that his position has also tended to this country, but in any case, before his identity and the attitude of the monarch are established, the fact that he is in a high-level position is only
The risk of hasty recognition has only increased.
Speaking of kings...
At first, Bai Ya's attention did not even focus on the king. 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.
, all white, seems to have complex lines,
As a seat, it is very complicated and majestic, conveying the awe of power. The color is also weird, it is too white, but without a trace of luster, showing a pure and empty effect. Compared with the palace
Despite the stale atmosphere inside, it seems 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 figure depicted on the canvas is not so majestic in comparison. The monarch has messy dark red hair.
The long hair stretches out in coils, like this piece of white
Above the color, there was a fire stained with dried blood. When he got closer, he could see that the muscles on his face were clearly defined, showing his identity as a Shura. His figure was too petite compared to the surrounding guards. Bai Ya originally thought that the monarch would be
The tallest and most majestic among the Shura.
Different from the strict atmosphere in the royal city, he was not sitting upright. Instead, he was crossing his legs in a heroic posture, supporting his head with one hand, and looking down at the approaching visitors with frowning eyebrows. He looked like a strong general in the army sitting firmly in the tent, suppressing his impatience, and receiving the audience.
It was as if a civil servant was here. When he opened his mouth, he was directed 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 her carefully, he could see something from the fierce face of the other party.
Neutral. She is also decorated with a thin ring around her neck. Perhaps it is 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, and 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 do not come from any easily available ordinary prey. Some resemble giant beasts or monsters, and others, as the two people who have experienced fighting can tell, must be
Human bones. This is very... 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 carved and decorated malice. It is as white as death itself, and like a chant that tramples death. The leg bones, spine, and different bones are intertwined and supported.
, like countless dead souls kneeling and surrendering to the ground, holding up the king above them. Take a closer look.
Underneath, these bones have been carefully selected, selecting the strongest note in each funeral song, and then carefully cleaned and polished. Each bone has a strange beauty, as if countless lives that will eventually pass away are solidified and carved.
For eternity, the epic of this dynasty is formed - this 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 looked up at her. This monarch had a sense of coercion, but it was not serious, but a kind of wild tension. At this moment, she did not hesitate to show them obvious
With a proud look on his face, he opened his mouth and raised his chin slightly:
"Every visitor who sees it is as shocked as you are - if not more."
She ignored Lord Shuang Yue, 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.
Feud Luo
There are also many strong men from other foreign races in Chasha. All evil can be killed, but evil karma in the world cannot be eliminated. Over the years, this throne has become so huge. However, even if they cannot be included in the throne, other losers still have a place where they belong.
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"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 a lot of 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. Compared to the bones of the defeated, what better gift can be given to the hero?" 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 use them as 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 he finished explaining what he wanted to express,
, then turned his interest to another person who had not spoken out until now:
"Those losers are just falling dust and passing 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 her content was quite polite. What surprised Bai Ya was that Mr. Shuangyue, who had been extremely eager before, acted neither salty nor cool. He sleeved his hands and just turned around.
, looked at the Queen and responded, just to show that she 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 language name for Shura,
You may not understand. In the human world, it is called the Demon-Sealing Blade?"
Lord Shuangyue nodded slightly. The Queen continued: "According to common sense, we, the Shura clan, can identify its breath and sense its existence without even using eyesight. It's just that you have been approaching the capital for a long time, and you have not entered the city for a long time."
No one noticed it until I came in front of me, and 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 layer of purpose, or maybe she
I don't think there is anything wrong with what I did. The words I just said were just a little courtesy to the current bearer of the Demon Sealing Blade, which is better than nothing.
"You are quite smart, not a martial artist." She raised her eyebrows high, her eyes unabashedly revealing her 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, I will treat you very well."
I'm all for good deeds."
It has only been a few days since Bai Ya and Shuangyue Jun met, and neither of them likes to chat. He doesn't understand the other person's experience, let alone his heart. He only knows that Shuangyue Jun is entangled with this immortal curse and wants to be freed, but this
Does liberation mean giving up the Demon-Sealing Blade? The clues Shuangyue Jun has been pursuing all the way here may have been planted by Shura. They want their own things back. And does Shuangyue Jun 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 in these years, and if he loses it, will he be affected in any way... Bai Ya has no idea. They had never talked about 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 and stared at him, wanting to ask questions, but he didn't have the opportunity. After all, the Demon-Sealing Blade was also a magic weapon. Even if the curse was annoying, could he get rid of it 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 thought that someone could give up the sacred object that their family regarded as a treasure so easily. After a short period of silence,
There was a sudden burst of noise in the main hall, and Bai Ya thought he had entered a wine shop.
"What nonsense is this kid talking about? His brain 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 and don't wait for him to come to his senses!"
They joked loudly, but the queen actually had no intention of stopping her. She just looked at Lord Shuangyue up and down and allowed her subordinates to make noise. Bai Ya could feel that the hierarchical order among them seemed to be loose. When they were solemn, they were as strict as a military force, but when they were solemn, they were as strict as a military force.
They treat each other as casually as comrades-in-arms. However, the two of them are not comrades-in-arms of these Shura.
