Although the Dao-level demons died, the demon army did not retreat. They were still wreaking havoc everywhere, and it was hard for those who survived through snowstorms and famine.
Facing the powerful demon, they have no choice but to escape and don't know where to escape.
It turns out that God didn’t give me any way to survive.
Regardless of whether you escape or not, you will die.
Freeze to death, starve to death, or be eaten.
How to survive?
How can we continue to live? Even if they suffer a lot, some people still don’t want to die...
The capital of Sheng Kingdom.
When Zhu Qinghong arrived, this place had become a paradise for monsters. Some monsters like to chase and play with, some like to swallow them up, and some like to watch...
They were so happy that even the palace was mostly destroyed. Such losses were the highest in previous years.
A demon noticed Zhu Qinghong and swung its tail to attack. Zhu Qinghong raised his hand and grabbed the tail, burning it instantly.
The shrill cry resounded through the sky, and all the demons turned their heads to glare at Zhu Qinghong.
She smiled softly and took out the knife: "A lot of materials."
In an instant, all the demons in the city pounced on Zhu Qinghong in mid-air. The knife was wrapped in fire, and the wings behind her suddenly surged.
The flames soared into the sky, as if the huge wings of a phoenix covered the sky and the sun. With a cry, a fire blew with Zhu Qinghong as the center and swept all around.
The survivors only saw the demon's body covering the fire, and the next moment it was burned like a moth to the flame, leaving only ashes.
Two suns seemed to appear in the sky, and they were extremely hot. If you look closely, you will see that they are the light emitting from the wings of the beautiful woman.
Zhu Qinghong folded her wings and landed lightly on the ground. She cut off the backup and left the remaining demons to Fang Youan and the others to deal with.
A disgraced man climbed out of the ruins, his eyes full of admiration and respect. Zhu Qinghong walked towards the palace, and the survivors followed him all the way.
Border town.
Countless monsters attacked, and Lu Yaoye and others put on mechas and rushed to the front line. The crossbows on the city wall kept firing to provide support.
Lu Yaoye hid in the darkness and crushed a demon with one palm. He became stronger and even the state-level demons did not look down upon him.
Yan Mi stood on the city wall, drew his bow and shot an arrow. The arrow he shot brought up strong winds and instantly shattered the target.
Yes.
Zhu Qinghong gave the priestly power of Guangfeng to Yan Mi. He is not very skilled in using it so far, and the effect is average.
They massacred and blocked the progress of the demons. Working together, no matter how powerful the enemy was, they would not be able to enter the city.
The other side.
Fang Youan led Tingfeng, Yanan, Yanling, and Tianning to kill the enemy together. As the Twelve Guards, they would not hold back.
On the contrary, the four of them cooperated tacitly, and the demons took less than half of the advantage. Fang Youan fought wildly among the demons alone, shooting out like a dragon.
Priests still have the ability to provide remote support, and ordinary people can only watch. Watching the extremely powerful demons in their eyes being killed one by one.
The city where the Zhang family is located.
The sword flower held up by Su Rui instantly sliced one demon into pieces, and then turned around to deal with the other one.
Xu Junzhi was surrounded by a curtain of water, and every demon who came close would be disgraced. Wei Wan's whip danced in the wind, and the demon's body was bruised and bruised.
Archie's body crackled, and the thunder and lightning defeated the demon with devastating power.
You Ling was guarding the city wall, and any monster dared to get close and challenge him with a sword. The soldiers of the Zhang family were amazed while firing crossbows.
Zhang Jin clenched his fists, they are so powerful, and how powerful is Your Majesty...
Zhang Ze was stunned, so strong...
The Zhang family, who were still a little dissatisfied, are now convinced. In the face of absolute strength, everything is in vain.
The capital of Sheng Kingdom.
Zhu Qinghong steps into the palace.
The general stepped forward and saluted: "Thank you very much, girl, for the rescue. I am deeply grateful."
Glancing at the general, Zhu Qinghong walked towards the remaining half of the political hall. The general frowned and stepped forward, stretching out his arm to block the way: "This place..."
"I hate people who don't understand current affairs the most." Zhu Qinghong waved his hand. The blade of the knife cut through the flesh and cut him in half.
"People who rely on me to survive dare to block my way." Zhu Qinghong put away his knife and passed by the slowly sliding corpse of the general. "It is useless for a foolish person to live. If you are seeking death on your own, how can I not help you?"
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The corpse fell to the ground, and the light in the general's eyes gradually extinguished. Zhu Qinghong entered the palace, and the dragon chair on the steps was intact.
She walked up and clicked on the map to see the battle situation. At this moment, two men and one woman came in and knelt down. They were palace servants.
"Count the living people and call them together to wait for dispatch." Zhu Qinghong didn't give them a look, "Disaster relief meeting? Arrange the people outside the palace and try to save the surviving people. Before dark, I want to see everyone settle down. What's going on in the city?
No whining."
"Yes." The three of them stepped back. They worked quickly and gathered everyone alive in the palace.
The soldiers went to the city to search for living people, and the servants arranged gruel and temporary shelter. Shengguo did not have much food, and the gruel was really thin. Even if you fished it out, you could not find a few grains.
If it weren't for pure water, it would be hard for people to believe that the porridge was cooked. Even so, the people still devoured it, and drinking a bowl of water could temporarily fill their stomachs.
The emperor is missing and most of the palace was destroyed. What will happen next? Will the goddess take care of them?
It was getting dark, and torches were lit inside and outside the palace.
The battles in the remaining cities are not over yet, so there are not that many manpower available.
In desperation, Zhu Qinghong had no choice but to find Bai Shifeng who stayed in Wan Ning City. Starting tomorrow, the capital of Sheng Kingdom will enter the reconstruction stage.
There was no need for much food, and coins were given for the work. Bai Shi invited a team of people, and was busy with the servants.
When it got completely dark, Bai Shifeng carried a lantern and went to the middle of the city. Several servants built a temporary platform out of wood and placed the orbs on it.
At the moment when the protection was covered, everyone felt at ease. That night, the people slept peacefully and were not afraid at all.
At dawn, the battles in the remaining cities ended. They began to clean up the corpses and take a short rest.
After a day of rest, Fang Youan and Su Rui led the team to set off in the early morning. They continued to attack the city and encountered demons who killed them.
Seven days later, the two teams arrived at the capital of Sheng Kingdom.
At this time, the main street of the capital was rebuilt, and the people were in good spirits.
Seeing hope in despair, they look forward to a better future. Fang Youan, Su Rui, Zhang Wenrong and others entered the palace to meet the saint.
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The Sheng Kingdom was destroyed. The capital of the Sheng Kingdom was changed to Sheng City, with Zhang Jin as the city lord. Zhu Qinghong kept his word and appointed Zhang Wenrong as the left prime minister.
Zhang Ze can choose a city to be the city lord.
The rest of the cities will be discussed later. In the afternoon, Lu Yaoye and his party delivered food to meet up.
The construction of the city was left to the people below. Zhu Qinghong took Su Rui with him, and Fang Youan went to the mine.
The exit of the mine was completely destroyed by the demon, and they had no choice but to clear the way. Until they connected to the passage, the three of them went straight to the demon's lair.
Sure enough, there were still many monsters left here. They worked together to clean up the monsters.
He also explored the road to find out where the demon came from.
In a hole as big as a football, they found a special monster.
Not vicious, golden and particularly sparkling.
This monster is not aggressive and only looks for minerals. It likes to sleep on mineral veins and reproduce.
Talent is for finding veins of minerals.
Zhu Qinghong held the demon in his palm and couldn't put it down, like a hedgehog, the more he looked at it, the cuter it became.
Relying on the treasure hunting monster, they went deeper and found several mines.
Zhu Qinghong found this monster more pleasing to his eyes.
The ore vein has been found, the crisis has been resolved, and people need to be arranged to dig. Leave the matter to Su Rui, and Zhu Qinghong will wait and collect the ore.
The three of them returned to the palace.
A banquet was held in the evening to reward everyone. Many people from the Zhang family attended, and everyone wanted to squeeze in front of Zhu Qinghong.
"Your Majesty, the common people would like to propose a toast to you. Your Majesty's merits will last for thousands of years. He has eliminated demons and tyrants, and is the only emperor of the ages."
Zhu Qinghong watched his performance quietly and raised his hand to dismiss the person. The Twelve Guards seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the others did not dare to bother him anymore.
Zhang Wenrong didn't talk much and drank tea alone. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Some people were drinking happily, while others were trapped in the city of sorrow.
The banquet is over.
Everyone walked out of the palace. Zhang Jin patted Zhang Wenrong on the shoulder: "Recommend Sang Yu to be the lord of the city."
Looking up at him, Zhang Wenrong was speechless and choked.
Zhang Jin sighed silently: "She deserves it."
As things have developed so far, they can't help but wonder. If the civil strife had been launched later, when His Majesty led the army, would the previous predicament be solved?
In that case, Huailin would not have to die, and the Sang family would not be wiped out. People who love each other will eventually get married.
However, there was no Sang Huailin to send Zhang Wenrong away. There was no Zhang Wenrong who was rescued by Fang Youan and taken to Tianchong City.
Can Your Majesty arrive as scheduled? Your Majesty will be late. How late will he be?
If Sang Huailin were alive, could he watch so many people dying of cold and hunger without being affected? How could he be indifferent? Without His Majesty, the people would be faced with the situation of hunger and cold.
Sang Xu must choose to give it a try.
He is just that kind of person.
Just because he is such a person...
Zhang Wenrong's talent amazed her throughout her life, and she kept it in her heart. The next day, she advised Zhu Qinghong and recommended the orphan of the Sang family as the city lord.
The orphan of the Sang family, Sang Huailin's sister, Sang Yu.
Zhu Qinghong summoned him personally, but the sixteen-year-old girl was lifeless.
"You live in a city and bear the responsibilities of a city. Can you do it now?" Zhu Qinghong looked down at Sang Yu, "You have a choice. Continue to depend on others, or grow into an upright city lord. You are an orphan of the Sang family, don't be humiliated.
The name of the Sang family."
Sang Yu raised her eyes slightly, her eyes filled with excitement. She is the daughter of the Sang family and cannot embarrass the Sang family.
After kowtowing seriously, Sang Yu is willing to be the city lord: "A civilian girl is willing to protect the safety of the people and protect the peace of the people in this life."
Zhu Qinghong nodded and agreed.
Give her the city that is the ancestral home of the Sang family. Sang Yu will really protect this place with his life.
Sang Yu thanked the Holy Father and came out with tears in her eyes. The Sang family will never decline, there is still her, there is still her...
A few days later.
Sang Yu set off with the family's memorial tablets. Zhang Wenrong, brother and sister, arrived at the gate of the city.
Zhang Ze hesitated several times.
Smiling slightly, Sang Yu shook his head gently and silently said sorry. Zhang Ze's eyes were sad and he barely managed a smile.
Sang Yu left, and a group of soldiers accompanied her. She has a new world, a future of her own choice.
The love between children is long, too young is too young.
Looking at Sang Yu's retreating back, Zhang Wenrong seemed to see Sang Huailin riding his horse and whipping his whip.
Childhood sweethearts, but love is deep and shallow.
Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. In this life, Zhang Wenrong wore plain clothes and never married. No one could compare to her as a young man.
Zhang Ze bit his lower lip tightly, unable to hold back the cry. Zhang Jin touched his head, it was fate or not, that was probably the case.
Sang Huailin and Zhang Wenrong were childhood sweethearts.
Zhang Ze and Sang Yu are not just childhood sweethearts, they are just fate playing tricks on people.