The demon army walked through the devastated Mobei, and finally came to the side of the Onan River. The Red-sleeved Demon Lord thought for a while, summoned his demon generals, and ordered: "I will enter the city first, and you guys will wait outside the city.
My news is coming to town again."
The demon generals originally thought that after withdrawing from Mobei this time, they should return to southern Xinjiang, but after seeing the demon emperor's head, they also knew very well that something had happened in the demon realm.
"Could it be that His Highness is going to..."
The demon general suddenly became excited and thought of a possibility. The demon emperor was dead now, so the demon realm needed a new demon emperor.
The Red Sleeve Demon King is also from the royal family, and he has military power in southern Xinjiang. It is not difficult to become this demon emperor.
The Red Sleeve Demon Lord glanced at him and shook his head, "Now, she can only be the one in the Demon Realm."
After saying this, she did not wait for the demon general to respond, and walked forward alone. However, she soon saw a headless corpse beside the river bank. The body was mostly covered by the wind and snow, but she could
He could vaguely see clearly the broken imperial robe on his body.
The snow is lighter now.
The Red-Sleeved Demon Lord stood by the river bank and looked at the corpse. He was silent for a long time. There was no sad emotion in his eyes, but there were many other emotions.
Speaking of which, the Demon Emperor is her junior and her nephew, but there is no affection between the two.
However, it was hard for her not to feel emotional when she saw her nephew, who was once a noble man, turned into a headless corpse.
The Demon Realm in the past seemed to remain unchanged for tens of millions of years. It snowed for most of the year. He was always in the black royal city, day after day, year after year.
But now, after he dies here, Demon Realm will probably not have another person to be the Demon Emperor.
She sighed. She had done so much and killed so many people, but she still waited for such a result. The Red Sleeve Demon Lord thought that she had done well enough and had almost no selfish motives except to protect the Western Continent...
Her thoughts were complicated and she couldn't think of a clue, so she stopped thinking about it, turned around, crossed the Onan River, and headed towards the royal city.
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The wind and snow in the south has stopped, and the snow in the north has also become a lot lighter. At the moment, the wind and snow in the Demon Clan King's City are not heavy. From the looks of it, it is estimated that it will stop completely in a few days.
The news of the Demon Emperor's death has not come back. In fact, even the news of the Demon Clan's defeat has not come back from the south.
Therefore, the demon people in the royal city are still very quiet.
In fact, they never thought that the Demon Emperor would die or that they would be defeated, so they didn't care much about things in the south.
After the Red Sleeve Demon Lord entered the city, he first went to the wine shop, but did not see Xilu, and then went to the palace in the royal city.
As we walked along the palace road, some of the demon servants actually saw the Red-sleeved Demon Lord. No one dared to stop the eldest princess of the demon clan, so they just remained silent.
The palace has always been like this, they can't stop those who dare to come in, and they don't need to stop those who dare not come in.
The Red-sleeved Demon King walked through most of the palace, and finally came to the palace with a sycamore tree. This sycamore tree was now withered, and he didn't know if it would be able to regain its vitality next summer.
This sycamore tree is not a tree species from the Demon Realm. When it was first planted, no one thought it would grow lushly. Who knew it would grow so big in the end?
The Red Sleeve Demon Lord glanced at the dead leaves on the ground, and when he looked up again, he saw Xi Lu sitting on the threshold.
Her face was pale and her breath was weak, but there was no emotion on her face.
The Red Sleeve Demon Lord looked at his junior and felt a little distressed.
She has no heirs in her life, and in many cases, she has actually regarded Xilu as the continuation of her spirit and bloodline.
"Is he dead?"
Xilu raised her head and looked at the Red-sleeved Demon Lord. After leaving Mobei, she returned to the royal city and adjusted her breath here. If the Demon Emperor was not dead yet, she would fight him again, although the outcome would not necessarily be good.
The Red Sleeve Demon Lord looked at her, "Who is he you are talking about?"
Xilu said: "It's him."
"No, I saw him. He was carrying the woman on his back, with his head hanging on his waist, and he just returned south."
The Red-sleeved Demon Lord sat beside Xi Lu and looked at the sycamore tree with her.
"The Demon Realm has changed."
The red-sleeved demon king said with complicated eyes: "When he was still alive, countless people seemed to be dissatisfied, but the demon realm was still the demon realm. But now that he is dead, the demon realm seems to be gone. You say, we
Did you do something wrong?"
The Demon Emperor is not a good emperor, nor is he a good father, but he is powerful enough. During those times when he was around, the Demon Realm has indeed remained unchanged.
He is like a dark cloud hanging over everyone's head.
Now that he is dead, the clouds are gone, and the sky seems to be falling.
Xilu said calmly: "From the beginning, I knew that killing him would not be good for the Demon Realm. From the perspective of the people of the Demon Realm, we should not do anything, but I couldn't accept that after he killed my mother, he still
Want to kill me."
"He seems to have always said that he will not sacrifice a small number of people for the sake of the majority. In this way, my life is also life, and there is no distinction between it and other people. I cannot die for them.
They don't have to die for me."
"But in the final analysis, we are the so-called rulers, and we seem to have an obligation to die for them, but he never thinks so. In this regard, he can be regarded as truly free."
Xi Lu paused and said calmly: "I will feel a little guilty, but I still have to do it. Do I also see freedom?"
The Red Sleeve Demon Lord didn't know what to say, so he said: "The matter has reached this point and is irreversible. All we have to do is make amends."
Xilu said: "Those Fuyun demons who went to kill him before are not dead yet. The current situation should still be able to persuade them."
The Red Sleeve Demon Lord shook his head and said: "They are really timid and it will be difficult for them to come out again."
"They must come out, because if they don't come out, they will die."
Xilu's voice is very light, but also very true.
The Red Sleeve Demon Lord thought for a while, and for some reason, asked the question that had an answer before, "Will they really go north?"
Xi Lu said calmly: "According to his temperament, this will naturally happen."
Perhaps the courtiers in the Daliang court would think that since they have defended, they should defend and not start a war again. Perhaps Xie Nandu would think that it would be good to regain 30,000 miles of Mobei and build a new Great Wall on the lower reaches of the Onan River to connect Daliang's
It would be nice to expand the territory a little more.
But he would not think so. He would definitely go north, come to the Onan River, cross the Onan River, conquer this royal city, and then continue northward to the Demon Sea, to the north of the Demon Sea.
The Red-Sleeved Demon Lord was speechless, and felt completely cold in his heart.
No matter how heavy the snowstorm is, it will never make her feel as cold as it is now.
"So we have to tell them that if they don't want to die, they have to fight tooth and nail first."
Xilu was very calm and said: "If they still don't believe it, they will die."
After saying this, Xilu stood up and came to the sycamore tree. Standing here, she was silent for a long time, and then slowly picked up a fallen leaf.
The Red-sleeved Demon Lord also stood up.
So Xilu walked towards the palace.
Not long after, they came to the main hall and came to the chair.
In the past few years, countless stories have happened here.
Countless people died for that chair. Brothers killed each other, and fathers and sons killed each other. It has always been a common occurrence.
This chair looks ordinary, but in fact it is stained with countless blood.
Xilu came to the chair and sat on it slowly.
She didn't feel happy, nor did she look excited. She just laughed at herself and asked, "Could he be the so-called king of subjugation?"
Sitting on the chair, she looked at the empty hall, her eyes kept looking outside, but she couldn't see the royal city, couldn't get over the wind and snow, and couldn't leave the demon realm.
There is no way to see the south.
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The red-sleeved demon king stood outside the royal city, waiting for the demon army to enter the city, and then walked towards the royal city with a group of tribal leaders.
After seeing the Demon Emperor's head, no one would think that there was a Demon Emperor here, but they knew that a new Demon Emperor would be born here today.
She is an empress.
She is the first female emperor in the history of the demon clan, and she is also very likely to be the last one.