When Hadang Muren returned to the royal court, he saw the Queen reporting in detail what happened on the battlefield. The King slumped in his chair with a look of reluctance.
"Daqian's Immortal Sect actually intervened..."
"The temple general is so vulnerable..."
"It is no longer a war between countries."
After muttering to himself for a while, the Barbarian King ordered the army to return to each camp to recuperate and stop the war against Dagan. Then he weakly waved his hand to signal Hardang Muren to leave.
Now we can only wait for the difference between the extraordinary beings of the two countries before considering whether to send troops.
The only thing he can do now is to wait for the temple's will.
He had no idea of asking the temple.
This is tantamount to putting the temple's failure on the map, which may embarrass the Barbarian God, or even make him angry.
He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if the Barbarian God's mood fluctuated.
Barbarian Temple.
Sigil and Anaz knelt on the pitch-black ground of the temple, kowtowing toward the abyss-like darkness deep inside the temple, looking horrified.
"The great barbarian gods are all that old monster. Otherwise, that Li Changfeng would be dead!"
"That old monster is too strong, otherwise we wouldn't have failed. We really tried our best. Please forgive me, Lord Barbarian God!"
The darkness deep in the temple seemed to be distorted, and a strange smile appeared on a face that seemed to be vague and erratic, and looked extremely ferocious and terrifying.
"It's interesting, it's really interesting. This old guy has been dormant for so many years and finally appears again... I wonder how the other guy is doing now."
Sigil and Anaz were both very confused.
Barbarian God seems to know that old guy?
Judging from Barbarian God's words, they seem to be on almost the same level?
This judgment suddenly caused a lot of cold sweat to break out on their bodies, and their clothes were completely soaked.
Fortunately, the old guy didn't kill them.
It must be disdain.
As for who the other person mentioned by the Barbarian God was, they were not interested at all.
The Barbarian God seemed to be talking to himself, and after finishing speaking, he said to the two of them emotionlessly: "Go down!"
"Praise the great barbarian god!"
"Thank you to the primitive god for your forgiveness!"
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Obviously, the Barbarian God had no intention of blaming them.
They quickly exited the temple and looked at each other, their eyes full of fear for the rest of their lives.
…
Soon, the good news was delivered to the capital.
Emperor Qianwu was not surprised at all that Li Changfeng could successfully defeat the third attack of the barbarian army.
What shocked him was that the god general of the barbarian temple actually took action.
When it comes to such extraordinary beings, it is no longer something that their secular level can easily solve, and Emperor Qianwu's mood becomes a little heavy.
There is another thing, that is, Li Changfeng's strength is so powerful that he can fight equally with the two barbarian god generals.
He even knew a more powerful person.
This surprised him very much.
"It seems that this ninth son of mine...is hidden very deeply!"
Emperor Qianwu couldn't help but sigh.
After saying that, Emperor Qianwu dropped the good news and opened a memorial written by Li Changfeng that was sent at the same time.
The content of the report was very simple. Li Changfeng said that the barbarian armies had been defeated one after another and their courage had been broken by Dagan's artillery. Unless they also had such a powerful weapon, they would never dare to attack Dagan again.
The strategic goal had been achieved, and he no longer had the need to stay on the front line. He asked Emperor Qianwu to take back his position as Marshal of Zhennan and lead his troops back to Beijing.
In this regard, Emperor Qianwu held the same idea.
He immediately issued an order: "Transmit the decree to remove Li Changfeng from the post of general marshal of the south, and order Nangong Changming to continue to guard southern Xinjiang. Li Changfeng will lead the artillery battalion and gun battalion back to Beijing. There must be no mistake."
Gao Dali bowed: "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Also, to tell the world about the great victory of Dingyang City, Li Changfeng has accomplished extraordinary feats."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Gao Dali bowed and retreated.
…
Late at night, Emperor Qianwu was still reviewing the memorials.
Gao Dali yawned, bowed and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to rest, your dragon body is important."
Emperor Qianwu said without raising his head: "It will take a while, there are only a few memorials left."
Gao Dali sighed secretly.
Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you are not staying up late alone. It is a bit too much for me to keep you company like this for a long time.
Besides, you are sitting down after all, but I am standing.
Just when Gao Dali was muttering this to himself, a voice with some admiration suddenly came from the imperial study room where the only sound was that Emperor Qianwu was reading the memorials.
"He is a diligent emperor."
Before he finished speaking, Emperor Qianwu suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
Gao Dali was horrified. He stood in front of Emperor Qianwu and shouted coldly: "Who? Come out!"
"I'm from Bai Yujing..."
As he spoke, a figure slowly walked out of the shadows.
Gao Dali's expression changed slightly and he looked at Emperor Qianwu.
Emperor Qianwu stood up and waved his hand.
"Gao Dali, please step back first."
"But Your Majesty..."
"Back off."
Emperor Qianwu did not doubt that the visitor was from Bai Yujing, and only a transcendent existence like Bai Yujing would come to his imperial study quietly without disturbing anyone.
It makes no sense for Gao Dali to stay.
Moreover, he didn't think Bai Yujing's people had any ill intentions towards him.
Gao Dali also figured this out and nodded.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Then he quickly exited the imperial study and stood guard at the door.
Emperor Qianwu remained calm and pointed at the chair in front of the imperial desk.
"Sit down."
…
Gao Dali stood outside the royal study room. The howling cold wind made him squint his eyes, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious.
He waved his hand to the Imperial Guards, and occupied the Imperial Study Room three floors inside and three floors outside. At the same time, he summoned a large number of imperial masters to prepare for the attack.
No one knows what will happen.
He was ready to fight tooth and nail.
He had never felt that time passed so slowly, and it felt like the days passed like years. It was not until an hour later that Emperor Qianwu's voice came from the imperial study.
"Gao Dali."
Gao Dali quickly pushed open the door and entered.
Phew! Phew!
The biting cold wind howled in, causing Emperor Qianwu's long hair to fly in the wind, and the papers on the imperial desk not far behind him were blown everywhere.
Gao Dali looked alert, looking left and right, looking for traces of the man, but he didn't find even a single figure.
"Leave." Emperor Qianwu's voice was cold.
Gao Dali breathed a sigh of relief and was a little surprised in his heart. The large number of experts outside the imperial study did not notice at all that he was indeed from Bai Yujing.
However, Bai Yujing's silent intrusion made Gao Dali somewhat angry: "That's so rude!"
Emperor Qianwu's face was extremely gloomy. He didn't want to talk about this topic, so he said in a wan tone: "I'm tired. Let's go back to the palace."