With a heavy breath, Ying Zheng's sharp sword sheathed. He looked at the wisp of fly ash floating in the air and smiled softly: "Don't say those words of deep friendship, I can't bear it! I am alone, I am alone, in fact, I am alone.
I should have realized the true meaning of this word ten thousand years ago, and should have razed the nine tribes like you long ago to save my heartache today!"
Turning around, he slowly walked out of the Chinese army's tent. Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the camps of the Western Continental Allied Forces in all directions, Ying Zheng smiled softly: "From today on, there will be no worries and no memories for ten thousand years.
The kindness is severed! You are you, and I am me! I am Ying Zheng, the supreme one throughout the ages... Fuck, that bastard Lin Qi, I, I..."
Ying Zheng hit his head with his fist several times, and had just killed all the courtiers in the Blood Qin Empire who might be members of the Dominion Association. Ying Zheng, who was about to give advice to the country in high spirits, suddenly remembered all the honors and disgrace of his life and death.
The fact was in Lin Qi's hands. He was like a stallion that was excitedly preparing to ride on the mare in the spring, but was castrated with a knife, and his head drooped weakly.
Pulling the corner of his mouth and snorting coldly, Ying Zheng muttered a few words in a low voice, and then his body suddenly exploded into a hazy black mist. With the last ray of sunlight before the sun set, he escaped silently.
In the night.
High-pitched horns sounded from all directions at the same time, and the dull drums shook the ground. Countless magicians flew into the sky, and a hundred top-level sacred artifacts 'Mirrors of Light' produced by the Dawn Temple flew into the sky. These
A mirror of light with a diameter of 100 meters is suspended in the sky, releasing a dazzling white light, illuminating the land with a radius of 100 miles.
Tens of thousands of Temple Knights and soldiers from the Great Yan Dynasty and the Longshan Empire strode out of the military camp. Under the cover of the magicians, they launched a final attack on several small peaks occupied by the remnants of the Blood Qin Empire.
A quarter of an hour later, just as the setting sun in the west completely disappeared into the night, the Blood Dragon Flag of the Blood Qin Empire quietly fell from the top of the mountain.
On the night when the Blood Qin army commanded by Wei Yao was destroyed, the emperor's palace of the Blood Qin Empire was brightly lit. This majestic palace was made of huge stones and magic metal, two miles long and wide, and suspended a hundred meters above the ground.
Surrounded by millions of Blood Qin elites. Countless mages from the Heavenly Temple and the divine monarchs from Penglai patrolled in the sky, and the defense force reached an impenetrable level.
The priests of the Desert Temple and the Grassland Temple who had completely surrendered to the Blood Qin Empire did not appear. The priests of the two temples were transferred to the front line by Ying Zheng to confront the coalition forces of the Western Continent. Ying Zheng was not stupid, and combined with Lin Qi
The information passed to him, he dared to trust these magic sticks who suddenly abandoned their beliefs and took refuge in the Blood Qin Empire!
Surrounding Ying Zheng's palace, large groups of tall and strong orc warriors and barbarian warriors wearing various armors stood there neatly. Some grumpy orc warriors snorted with disdain from their noses from time to time, and said to them.
The soldiers of the Blood Qin Empire standing nearby cast provocative glances and made insulting gestures.
The soldiers of the Blood Qin Empire ignored this. They just raised their heads high and swayed their bodies slightly intentionally or unintentionally, letting the exquisite magic armor on their bodies reflect the gleaming light under the light of the lights and magic torches. These magnificent magic equipments were
The reflection made those orc warriors and barbarian heroes so jealous that their eyes turned green and their mouths drooled.
In a corner outside the palace, a ten-mile-long bone dragon lay lazily on the ground, with thousands of powerful undead men standing on his back. Nearly a thousand undead lords with various crowns on their heads, a large group of powerful
The Black Knight and the Skeleton King, as well as groups of ghosts, were lying between the ribs of the bone dragon, yawning.
In the palace, Ying Zheng is sitting on a high throne. On his left are the golden lion prince Leon and the ugly-looking Yin Qingyue. On Ying Zheng's right, dozens of people are sitting upright.
A powerful undead man with a fierce, ferocious, strange and sinister aura - I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional, the messengers sent by the undead clan are all of the extremely ugly type.
A mummy wrapped in filthy cloth, a half-rotten zombie, a headless horseman playing with his bloody head as a ball, countless tentacle-like ghosts with branches all over his body, and countless squirming parasites infested with bloody flesh.
The Abominable King of Corpse Insects and so on.
This group of undead were sitting there, with a stench all over their bodies, and their faces were hideous enough to give people nightmares. The aura they exuded was even more sinister and violent. As long as an ordinary person was touched by their aura, it would definitely be a nightmare every night.
The consequences of a serious illness for three years.
Beside Ying Zheng, a dark golden high-top lotus platform was floating lightly. A certain Dharma protector from the Tian Temple who had been a hermit for who knows how many years, the Dharma King Mahavira, was sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform with a warm look on his face. At this moment, he was using a
He looked at the undead messengers with a 'curious' and 'exquisite' look.
There was silence in the hall for a while, and Ying Zheng raised the huge bronze wine cup in his hand: "Everyone, drink up this glass, and let's talk about business."
The undead chattered as they picked up the wine glasses and drank the wine in one gulp. Anyway, for them, they didn’t care about poisonous things. Even if it was the ancient Fallen Angel potion, they
As undead, they also have extremely strong resistance, and they don't mind at all if Ying Zheng tampered with the drink.
What attracted people's attention was the headless horseman who was sitting on a stool and playing with his head as a ball. His head opened his mouth, and then he poured the drink from his mouth, and soon there was sticky liquid dripping from the bottom of his head.
Thick blood. The headless horseman laughed and caught the blood wine with a wine glass, and then poured it into his mouth again, as if it was a fun game.
Yin Qingyue glanced at the headless horseman with disgust. She did not touch the wine baron placed on the long table in front of her. Instead, she stood up and sneered at Ying Zheng: "Your Majesty, Ying Zheng, you invited us.
Please tell me what is going on here. After all, the current situation is so complicated, I think everyone will feel a little uncomfortable staying in your palace."
Ying Zheng dropped the wine prince and laughed a few times: "Okay, let's get down to business! The three parties have joined forces to attack the Western Continent! Whoever gets all the seizures will get it! This is what I mean, and it is also the Temple of Heaven.
And the will of the gods in the Tianmiao. If you agree, sign the covenant, and if you don’t agree, you can leave!"
The undead looked at each other, and a mummy demigod slowly stood up: "Your Majesty, we have only one condition. The bodies of all your dead soldiers will belong to us! If you can agree to our request, we will
Agree to sign this covenant!"
After a pause, the mummy laughed strangely: "The supplementary clause is - all the forces that signed the covenant are not allowed to accept surrendered soldiers from the Western Continent. All soldiers from the Western Continent must be killed, and the corpses must be
Leave it to us completely."
Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, and waved his hand vigorously: "I agree! They are just corpses, what do they count? But the souls of those who died in the war, how do you undead clan and the Tianmiao distribute them, then it will be according to you
According to the rules, I will never interfere!"
The undead smiled and nodded, and the headless horseman took his long hair and shook his head like a meteor hammer.
Yin Qingyue snorted coldly, and said softly: "Then, we also have it here..."
Ying Zheng looked at Yin Qingyue viciously, and said word by word: "Yin Qingyue, you are just a saint in the Desert Temple! But now the power of the Desert Temple and the Grassland Temple have been wiped out by me! Here,
You have no place to speak, and you have no right to speak to me! Shut your mouth, or I will capture you now and leave you to my soldiers to enjoy!"
Yin Qingyue's face turned black with anger, her body swayed, and she sat back in her seat weakly.
Faced with Ying Zheng's brutality and force, Yin Qingyue didn't even have the strength to refute. The resistance of the two major temples suddenly collapsed. Yin Qingyue had no idea what had happened. The tyrannical prairie hyenas were assassinated by their most trusted disciples.
, all the surviving clergy of the two major temples have defected to the Blood Qin Empire. In Yin Qingyue's view, this completely subverted her faith.
Her body was trembling slightly, and Yin Qingyue sat on her seat looking at her toes with a gloomy expression.
Lion Prince Leon looked deeply at Yin Qingyue, then he slowly stood up and spoke slowly: "Your Majesty, Yin Qingyue is just a woman, there is no need for you to be angry with a woman. We are all strong in this world.
Or, women, giving birth to children and taking care of children, this is their natural duty, what do you think?"
Ying Zheng smiled and applauded repeatedly, while Yin Qingyue raised her head at a loss and looked at Leon blankly.
Without even looking at Yin Qingyue, Leon touched the thick golden beard on his chin and said loudly: "The plan of the tripartite alliance to attack the Western Continent is also agreed by all the adults in the Odin Temple. However, we need a plan
A little help!”
When he said the word 'aid', Leon's eyes turned a little green, and the foreign envoys accompanying him also licked the corners of their mouths greedily and stared at Ying Zheng. Look at their
That expression simply made Ying Zheng look like a big piece of fat.
With a cold snort, Ying Zheng squinted at Leon and laughed slowly: "Assistance? For example?"
Leon licked the corner of his mouth, he was silent for a while, and then raised two fingers: "We need two..." (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)