The setting sun sets across the line between heaven and earth, and the sky is covered with thick clouds and mist. The falling sun can only take advantage of a little gap to shoot out streaks of crimson rays, like fish swimming in the sea, occasionally rolling with golden colors.
of scale light.
Wolf smoke billowed across the military camp thousands of miles away, covering the ruins and exhausted silence.
Warfare curled up, infiltrating millions of soldiers, permeating the resolute faces and red-stained armor.
Lasting from early morning to evening, the boiling battlefield finally returned to calm, leaving both sides with a rare breathing space. The war drums stopped, and the elite soldiers of the Great Zhou Empire retreated like a tide, returning to the huge camp group three kilometers away. Compared with the madness and irritability during the day
, they were exhausted at this moment, with their heads hanging down and their steps staggering, as if they were about to fall down at any time.
Surrounding the eight directions of the majestic imperial city, hundreds of Martial King-level warriors stand proudly high in the sky, patrolling the retreating troops with their bright eyes, occasionally scanning towards the bloody remnants soaked in thick smoke and blood in the distance.
city.
Since taking Odin City, the last isolated city outside the imperial city, King Zhou Ling has consciously slowed down the frequency of his attacks. He no longer fights fiercely day and night like before, nor does he stop fighting for seven or eight days in a row to suddenly attack, nor does he just defend the city.
In an instant, the soldiers set off the war drums again.
After besieging the Imperial City for nearly a month, the war always started with the rise of the morning sun, and the troops stopped fighting with the sunset. This seemingly methodical fighting method made the people in the Imperial City tense all the time.
nerve.
They were already scarred and could fall down at any time, unable to withstand the cruel torture. Over the past four years, they had already become accustomed to King Zhou Ling's unstructured fighting style. The rules at this moment were more like training before the final battle, the calm before the rainstorm.
The walls of the Imperial Capital are still majestic and majestic, like a giant dragon tens of thousands of meters long, entrenched around the Imperial Capital, guarding this ancient city that has been passed down for more than two thousand years. Now, after having gone through the baptism of war, it is full of wounds and stained with blood.
Stained and scarred by the traces of war.
On the east side of the city wall, thick smoke rises from below the city, and blood and mutilated limbs are scattered all over the city. Below the city are the logistics troops of Da Zhou cleaning up the battlefield. At the top of the city are busy militiamen, some of whom are just children. At this moment, they look up with empty eyes.
Wearing a ferocious remains.
War has been closely tied to ‘cruelty’ since ancient times!
Regardless of whether they are superiors or ordinary people, they must endure its repeated devastation and destruction, and either become cold-blooded or ruthless, or become walking zombies.
At a dilapidated and messy wall, a tattered Golden Roc flag fluttered in the wind, stubbornly showing off its weak dignity.
Niya leaned against the flagpole in a daze, staring at the distant Keshiya plain. The bright red cloak fluttered in the wind, and the blood-stained red armor reflected the afterglow of the setting sun, feeling gloomy and sad.
Since the outbreak of the war, her bright eyes and world-famous face have always been full of tenacity and determination. She leaps on the battlefield and fights proudly in the sky. This bloody cloak brings endless motivation to the Rao family, inspiring the immature children to take the initiative.
Raise the sword.
But after four years of hard work, the defeat finally came to the Delos Empire. Now trapped in the imperial city and trapped by two million elite Zhou soldiers, they had no hope of recovering.
A feeling of despair began to spread from the palace, as the smoke of war echoed in the messy and dilapidated ancient city, affecting all the subjects and soldiers. Waves of chaos have spread in the border areas. Although they were inspected by the security forces, the chaos
The emergence of the turmoil indicates that the people are desperate and also indicates the future of this ancient city.
Niya doesn't want to give up, and has never thought about giving up, but...who will save Delos, who will save this dilapidated imperial capital, and who will save the millions of desperate people here.
Who will come? Who can?
The line of sight transcends the long and majestic Da Zhou military camp and extends towards the Keshia Plain that has never been paid attention to before. The huge military camp is like countless entrenched crocodiles, ruthlessly cutting off the hope of all the Delos Empire. The endless plain can now only be seen in
Appears in a dream.
Surrounded by thousands of miles of military camps, they persisted hard, accepted the cruel baptism of war, and felt the erosion of despair like ice water. Outside the encirclement, the fallen empire was in dire straits. How many people were servile and how many were dying.
struggle.
Niya is rarely confused, but for many years in a row, she has always stood here with the afterglow of the setting sun, staring quietly. Perhaps... in the near future, this kind of peaceful gazing will become a luxury.
Five meters away, a tall figure stood with a sword in his arms, leaning silently on the blood-stained wall. His lowered eyes concealed the cold light of a sword, and his resolute aura was mixed with blood and coldness. He is Matthews, accept it
The eldest son of the Rubin Kimi family, who survived the baptism of four years of war, successfully advanced to the third-level Martial King realm half a year ago and successfully merged with the fierce sword gifted by Tang Yan.
His talent was once again recognized by many elders, and he was promoted to the third level before the Ninth Prince. However, the country was ruined and the family was destroyed. No one paid too much attention to this, and he himself did not care.
Since the Rao family fled back to the imperial city a month ago, he has been silently guarding Niya, although Niya has not paid any attention to it deliberately.
"Lord!" A burst of hurried footsteps came from the stone staircase. It was the golden-armored warrior of the Rao family, saluting respectfully towards Niya: "The patriarch sent a message from the palace, asking you to go there immediately. Young Master Matthews
, I was entrusted by the Rubinkimi family and asked you to go to the palace by name."
"Royal Palace?" Matthews raised his eyes, a cold and sharp light was like a sword unsheathed.
"Have you finally made a decision?" Niya withdrew her gaze and returned to her cold demeanor.
The golden-armored warrior fell silent for a moment and lowered his voice slightly: "A total of 300 people from the six major families have been invited. This is the final negotiation. If nothing else happens, a decision may be made and it will be implemented in ten days at the latest."
"Delos, which has lasted for two thousand years, ended in our generation." Niya's expression flashed with loneliness, and she closed her eyes. The royal family had made a suggestion as early as a month ago to launch an escape plan, that is, while persisting in the hopeless
At the most dangerous moment, His Majesty the Emperor will personally lead the remaining troops to fight to the death with the Great Zhou. The disciples of the major families, guarded by the major sages, will take the opportunity to escape and rush into the Dayan Mountains in search of hope.
The plan was put forward, but all he got was silence.
It's not that they are unwilling to agree, but this plan means that the royal family is ready to give up the empire and give up hope. And the Zhou Empire has more than two million elite soldiers in all directions, and there are a large number of strong men stationed there, so they must have taken precautions.
Are these nominal breakout troops looking for hope of survival, or are they tragically annihilated by themselves?
No one has any hope. No matter whether they are fighting to the death or breaking through in name, they may not end well.
"I will protect you from escaping with my life." Matthews walked behind Niya, his voice calm but firm.
Niya paused, and her tone was equally calm and firm: "The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, and all my uncle and family died in the battle, but you let me escape? Sorry, I can't do it! I can't avenge my family by myself, so there is no need to live an ignoble existence.
, I just want to accompany it on its last journey.”
The face of the golden-armored warrior changed slightly: "Lord, you can't! The master forced Little Betty and others into the escape team. There are forty people in the Rao family including you. They need your care. This is our bloodline.
.”
"There is no one in the Rao family who is greedy for life, and they will not watch their fathers die in battle and flee. As for the bloodline... Delos is destroyed, and the Rao family is destroyed, what is the use of keeping the bloodline? Could it be that you let me
Go to the Dayan Mountains to develop the bloodline of the Rao family?" Niya is strong, cold and arrogant, with tenacity in her bones.
The tragedy of Lord Huoying risking his life to save the people, the destruction of the palaces of the Rao family, and the tragedy of thousands of golden-armored warriors deeply hurt her heart. She understood that she could not take revenge by relying on her own strength alone, and her arrogant character would never be able to do so.
Who would she give up to in exchange for support? She was already prepared... to die on the battlefield! Accompanying her father and uncle on their last journey!
"Do you remember Tang Yan? It's been six years since he entered the Dayan Mountains. Maybe you will meet him there." Matthews's cold and hard expression, which had never changed for thousands of years, showed a slightly complicated expression for the first time.
...Tang Yan...
Niya's eyes swayed slightly, but quickly disappeared: "I have made up my mind and will fight to the end."
Among the thick clouds ten thousand meters away, Tang Yan, dressed in black, stood quietly, his bright eyes peering through the gap in the clouds at the bright red at the top of the distant city, with a relaxed smile on his lips.
It feels like I have returned to the playful and mischievous days six years ago.
Six years, time flies so fast, I have lost my youthfulness, and she has also grown up.
"That's Niya?" Dou Niang stood among the clouds with Tang Yan.
"Well. We will meet soon, and I am looking forward to it. You said...if I suddenly appeared in front of her, would she give me a hug excitedly?" Seeing that Niya was still alive, Tang Yan felt anxious for a long time.
Become more relaxed.
"It's been six years, I've probably almost forgotten about it."
"Uh... that's not the case." Tang Yan scratched his head and asked, "No news from Langdong?"
Dou Niang calculated the time: "It is estimated that we have already joined the large army and will arrive at the latest tomorrow evening. Do you really plan to do this? If there is an accident, the entire army of the Golden Crow Guards and others will be wiped out, and our Wagang Village will owe the entire Dayan Mountains
It's a huge favor, and with Su Li's character, we will definitely repay it twice as much."
"The matter has come to this, and we can only do this. Su Li and the others have agreed that we will discuss the future matters later." Tang Yan withdrew his gaze and said: "We should go back, don't let Wu Zun from Da Zhou find out."
In the middle of the Keshiya Plain, night enveloped the land, and there was darkness and silence.
suddenly!
A huge golden light and shadow rolled in from the distant sky, like rolling golden waves, illuminating the night and shocking the sky. The golden light and shadow got closer and closer, accompanied by harsh cries, densely packed, tearing apart the night.
It was a golden strange bird that stretched up to five meters. It was burning with golden flames and exuding ferocious wildness. Its wings vibrated and shot into the sky at an astonishing speed. Above the strange bird, there were people carrying heavy loads.
The golden-armored warrior with a spear, with a solemn expression, controlled the strange bird and roared rapidly.
In the vast land shrouded by the golden wave, the wave of riots is also filled at this moment.
The first of more than a thousand ligers and tiger monsters ran wildly, probing with ferocious fangs, snorting fishy blood, exuding cruel evil aura, and their roars and roars echoed into the night. Each liger monster has its own characteristics.
The strong man with a big sword on his back roared again and again, anxiously urging.
On the left side of the herd, there are 30,000 black monkeys carrying iron rods on their shoulders. They are three meters tall, majestic in body, and have a violent evil spirit. They are glaring ahead while running wildly.
On the right side of the herd of beasts, there were more than five thousand swordsmen in linen clothes carrying iron swords on their backs. Although they were rushing forward alone, their speed was not weaker than this tide of beasts.
Behind the herd of beasts, there were three thousand poisonous warriors in black, with gloomy eyes and rapid fire, following the wave of humans and beasts.
Far behind, where the sky and the earth meet, the earth thundered and dust flew. More than a hundred thousand elite soldiers of the empire rushed like a torrent of water, following the pace, rushing across the vast Keshiya plain.
According to the original plan, Tang Ba's mission was to station in the Zaxiya Plain to receive the retreating troops. However, two days ago, he suddenly received an urgent order from Tang Yan, asking them to put aside all entanglements and go south along the direction of the plain to attack the battlefield of the Imperial City.
.
There is no need to stop, just launch a strong attack and do your best to disrupt the battlefield!!
This order is not crazy. Although their lineup is strong, there are 2.3 million elite imperial soldiers there, more than ten times the number. If an accident occurs, the entire army will be annihilated. However, Tang Yan's order was conveyed by Lang Dong personally, and
I brought the tokens of Su Li, Dugu Xin and others, fight to the death, and make sure to turn the battlefield into a mess!
PS: A big chapter of 4,000 words, the explosion begins!!