"It's time to go, Miss Sixth." Among the bustling crowd, Ye Ling heard someone calling him.
"I know." She agreed casually, and then looked at the distant night sky, where the blue comet was slowly passing by.
Even though they were so far apart, Eidolon could still feel the raging and blazing magic power inside, as well as the will to regard death as home.
"Is this war? It's so scary." Ye Ling jumped down the steps and followed the team in front.
The originally dark sky lit up with a flash of light, illuminating the world into daylight for an instant, and then slowly dissipated. The dragon chariot that was originally flying west was penetrated by the comet of blue flames, and its structure was broken layer by layer, with countless fragments and flames.
It splashed and exploded, and the raging blue flames spread, filled, expanded, and exploded in the dragon chariot.
When the dazzling flames dissipated, the originally majestic and luxurious dragon chariot was already dilapidated, with raging fires burning inside and outside, and it slowly fell from the sky.
The dragon's roar and the dragging ropes were unable to stop the dragon chariot that symbolized the emperor from falling slowly. With a final loud noise, the dragon chariot landed on the west side of the palace, smashing several halls.
After plowing up layers of bricks and soil, the ground finally stopped.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
Amidst the fire and ruins, several accompanying dragon riders descended from the sky, and soon after, some of the pro-army troops arrived, rummaging through the flaming ruins, trying to find the figure of the young emperor.
"Ahem...damn it."
Amidst the coughing, a minister wearing white silver embroidery stood up from the collapsed beam of the dragon chariot, and then staggered out of the flames. After that, several people climbed out of the dragon chariot one after another, some
His body was covered with burns, and some were already mutilated. Although he was miserable, he finally survived.
The other ministers and personal guards who followed the emperor on the dragon chariot were not so lucky. Most of them died in the spreading blue flames, and less than one in a hundred survived the impact.
"The Emperor, where is the Emperor?"
In the ruins burning with flames, a general wearing gold and red armor led the crowd anxiously and stepped in. He grabbed a minister who was still sane and asked loudly, his face full of eagerness.
Seeing that the extremely weak minister was about to be shaken to death, the other party finally struggled and said, "Ahem... I don't know, but the emperor may still be alive, in the dragon chariot."
After finishing speaking, the minister was thrown aside, and the general asked his soldiers to immediately rush into the sea of fire to search for rescue and find the emperor's figure. After doing this, he was still unable to calm down, and asked people to immediately search for and extinguish the fire.
utensils until a few minutes later, a group of red-scaled halberd guards appeared carrying dragon heads and fish tail metal utensils.
As the fish's tail lights up with the lines where magic power gathers, the light spreads to the dragon's head, and the cold white mist smoke spurts out and pounces on the raging fire burning in the dragon chariot. These arrangements are used in Luo Jing.
The fire extinguishing equipment finally worked.
The wet ruins were filled with black ash and mud. Soldiers were rushing to dig through the structure of the dragon chariot, looking for the emperor in the center. At the same time, the roar of Zanyin in the distance was getting closer and closer.
, making everyone present anxious.
Now that Luojing is about to fall, although the defenders in the city are still resisting, their fighting spirit has long been gone. The emperor's dragon chariot has fallen, and his life and death are unknown. If the loyal monarch dies, their resistance today will become useless.
significance.
Time passed by minute by second, and from time to time, the Beifu Army's Cold Iron Dragon Cavalry came down from the sky, but they were all stopped and repelled by the guarding Golden Bird Dragon Cavalry. Although they were not many in number, they were stronger than the average Red Bird Dragon Cavalry.
The knights are much taller, they are all members of the royal family, and they are extremely loyal.
"Found it, found His Majesty!" Finally, a cry of surprise rang out in the ruins, and then everyone's eyes suddenly focused there.
The extremely weak Emperor was helped out of the ruins by the soldiers. His consciousness seemed to be still unclear, and the dragon uniform on his body was full of burnt and mutilated marks.
"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive." The general was pleasantly surprised, then strode forward, helped the emperor up, and then gave orders to everyone.
"Everyone, follow me to protect the emperor and leave Luojing."
"Yes, sir!" This was full of energy, and many people also regained some hope.
If there is one person in Luo Jing who least wants the Emperor to die, it is the general who commands the Red Scale Halberd Guard. He is from the Emperor’s mother’s clan and is also the elder brother of the Emperor’s mother. It can be said that the prosperity of the clan depends entirely on it.
If the emperor dies in this new king, not only will their clan return to their original form, but they will also be besieged and liquidated by other jealous and grudge families.
Although all dynasties have said that it is not good for foreign relatives to interfere in politics, if it were not for the existence of these foreign relatives, how could the relatively junior emperor sit on the throne? Without the support of his confidants and loyal people, even if the emperor has a righteous name, he will be easily
Become a puppet and be manipulated by others.
After helping the almost unconscious Emperor onto the back of the dragon, the group set off again, this time being extra stealthy and without making any fanfare.
Although dragon riders from the Beifu Army discovered the whereabouts of this group of people in the sky, due to the chaos and decay of the battlefield, they were unable to immediately organize a large number of manpower to hunt them down.
The soldiers on the ground could not fly and were blocked by the chaotic crowds and buildings in the city. There were not many Beifu Army Dragon Riders left in the sky who could still fly. After all, they were facing the Red Bird Dragon Riders who outnumbered them by a lot.
Even if they relied on the cavalry's lances to attack part of the city before the siege, there were still many of these red bird dragon cavalry, which made the Beifu army unable to completely control the sky. They could only watch the emperor carrying the emperor under the restraint and entanglement.
The line gradually disappeared into the depths of the dark night sky.
…
"Ahem, damn it!"
Spitting out a mouthful of black blood, the young general, whose body was covered with scars and black ash, and whose armor was in tatters, slowly stood up in the firelight, and around him he had already been surrounded by a circle of elite sergeants from the Beifu Army who were defending him.
"Major General, please don't get angry." An old doctor in green clothes stood behind him, holding a weeping willow jade branch, applying some healing potion to the wound on his back, and then patiently persuaded him.
"Although the hypocrite rode the dragon to the west, his strength has been greatly reduced now, and he doesn't have many ministers to defend him. He is like a lost dog. It will be easy to catch up and destroy him later."
"On the contrary, you have to take care of your health. Now the Beifu Army relies entirely on the general to maintain it. If something unexpected happens to you, I'm afraid it will fall apart soon." The old man said while using some healing spells to treat his internal injuries.
This embarrassed and scarred general was naturally Zhuo Fengtian, the son of Zhuo Muye, the commander of the Beifu Army, and one of the seven people who once climbed to the top of Red Tower to fight a sword.
Last night, he sacrificed the liberation and burning of a sacred object, which turned into a blue flame comet and penetrated and shattered the dragon chariot. He almost wanted to kill the emperor who was riding in it. Unfortunately, after using that attack, Zhuo Fengbo also lost his physical strength and strength.
The magic power was exhausted and he could no longer pursue him. If the giant dragon beneath him had not endured the pain and carried him back, he would have been killed on the spot by the Golden Bird Dragon Rider coming from behind.
Now the east is white, the sky is slowly lighting up, and the long night is finally over.
Luojing City is in a mess, with collapsed buildings and ruins everywhere, and white smoke from unfinished flames floating everywhere. Occasionally, voices calling for help and crying can be heard from corners. Although the battle is not completely over, there are no more people in the city.
There are many resistance forces. Soldiers from the Beifu Army are patrolling the streets in groups, setting up blockades, and gradually maintaining stability.
After receiving treatment, Zhuo Fengtian led two teams of guards to walk on the street filled with white smoke, inspecting the situation on the street. Everywhere he looked, there were traces of the battle last night, many of which were gunpowder.
Exploded black ash, lying stiff corpses, dried and solidified blood, and thrown up bricks and rubble.
After this battle, I am afraid that the bustling Luojing capital city of the past will no longer exist.
He had some regrets and feelings in his heart. Although he had lived in Luojing for several years when he was a child, his childhood memories had long been blurred. Most of his memories were of living in the north with his father as an adult.
The last time he stayed in Luojing for a long time was during the sword fight in Chilou. At that time, he also received invitations from many relatives and friends, and went to banquets and gatherings. He made friends with many people of the same age and got to know a lot about Luojing.
However, after the former emperor passed away and the new emperor ascended the throne, these friends all disappeared. Everyone had their own positions and camps, and they could no longer live as freely as before.
Zhuo Fengtian was recalling these past events in his mind, until a rush of footsteps sounded from behind him.
"My lord, the young general, all the commanders and the cavalry commanders have gathered in the main hall of the palace, waiting for you to go to review and discuss the matter."
"Okay, I understand." He replied then, and then looked towards the towering golden and red palace in the distance.
Compared with other buildings in Luojing, the palace in the inner city of the Imperial Palace is much taller and is particularly eye-catching and majestic. If other houses are built on the ground, then the inner city is built on a flattened hill. Only the palace
Separated by walls, the foot of the mountain cannot be seen, and the ground inside the palace is covered with white jade bricks. It is grand and spacious. Walking from the outside of the palace to the inner hall of the palace is like climbing a mountain, having to walk through long white jade steps.
After putting on his cold armor again and mounting his war horse, Zhuo Fengtian led two teams of cavalry and ran towards the direction of the palace.
…
The heavy palace door slowly opened under the rotation of the iron cable, revealing the layers of steps about a hundred meters wide, among which were carved phoenix flowers and grass patterns, which were lifelike.
There is no longer an emperor, no need to kowtow to the king, and no need to follow red tape. Zhuo Fengtian rode his war horse straight up from the white jade steps.
The former Imperial Guards in the palace have long since disappeared, and there are still a lot of blood stains on the ground. Now guarding both sides of the main road are Beifu Army soldiers in white clothes and silver armor. They still hold large flags with black characters on a white background.
, fluttering from time to time in the cold wind.
After walking up the steps, generals and foreign leaders who fought with the Beifu Army had gathered in the main hall where the king once used to discuss matters.
Arriving in front of the palace, Zhuo Fengtian got off his horse, led a group of guards into the hall, and then walked up to the high platform where the Emperor's throne was, and then turned around. Although the Beifu army had expelled the Emperor, Zhuo Fengtian did not sit on it.
On that jade throne, he just stood in front and spoke.
"Yesterday's battle, our army finally won the victory, and all of you are indispensable."
"No." Everyone clasped their fists and bowed their heads, then raised their bodies and looked at the major general.
"Following Feng Huo's edict, we traveled thousands of miles and risked our lives, just to fulfill the late Emperor's tragic wish."
"Now that Luojing has been captured and occupied by our army, the hypocrite has fled in a hurry. It can be said that there is not much remaining power. All we need to do is follow closely and destroy him."
"After the two hypocritical kings are killed, we will die without regrets." He said in a deep voice, and then slowly turned his eyes to everyone in the hall, scanning them one by one.
Many of them had glaring eyes, as if emotions were surging in their eyes, but there were also people whose eyes were wavering, thinking about other things.
"I know that many people are worried about the future of the Beifu Army. After completing the Phoenix Fire Edict, where will we go, especially the northern allies who followed here because of my father's personal prestige." He looked at a corner of the hall.
, there stood several foreign leaders wearing animal robes and hanging scimitars and horns.
It was the ferocious beasts led by these people who made great achievements last night and broke through the layers of defense of the Dragon Army. Otherwise, the victory of last night's battle is still unknown.
"Here, I will try my best to ensure that the officers and soldiers of the Beifu Army can return to their hometown after the war. After that, whether you receive a sum of money to disarm and return home, or choose another national organization to be loyal to, I will no longer object. That is your freedom and choice."
"As stated in the edict of Fenghuo, the dynasty is divided into the kingdoms of the Five Phoenixes, and each of them accepts his destiny and waits for the world to take care of itself. Eventually, a sage will emerge again to carry out the old deeds of the Five Phoenixes and redefine the mountains and rivers."
"It's just that it may take hundreds of years for us to separate and reunite again. I'm afraid we won't be able to see it." He shook his head slowly.
"The past is like smoke, what we can do is to turn into the phoenix tail fire, burn out the last remnant, and bury it, so that the Plantagenet Dynasty will be less infamous and more infamous in the history books.
Awesome loyalty."
"The Jing Yan Jing will never end in the world, and perhaps future generations will inherit this will and create a more peaceful and beautiful prosperous age." His words were full of sadness, and everyone in the hall was also silent, with countless emotions surging.
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Two days later, we went to Xiazhou.
At this time, the night is getting darker, the sky is full of stars, and the evening wind blows the mountains and forests, making a soft rustling sound. Although there is such a beautiful scenery on this beautiful day, these people speeding in the sky are probably not in the mood to appreciate it.
"Where are we here?" The former emperor, now wearing black-scaled armor and riding on the back of a dragon, asked the ministers beside him.
"Your Majesty, this should be Zhenxiazhou."
浪(cheng)xia, also known as "鳳xia", red clouds. [Liang Jiangyan of the Southern Dynasties "Edict of Emperor Gao, Emperor Taizu of Qi": "The clouds of clouds blow in the morning, and the mist blurs the evening."]
"Going west from Ganxiazhou, the mountains gradually become gentle, and then you will reach the endless sea three hundred miles away. We will travel through the sea. To the west we can go to Xihai Mansion to gain a foothold, and to the south we can go to Longquan Bay for help. The Bibo Tianhai Pavilion is the world's luxury
Rich, if we have their support and recruit troops and horses, we can return to Luojing and aspire to be the world leader." In the night wind, Li Jingfang made suggestions for the new king.
Although the dragon chariot fell in the flames that day, he did not die in it. He only suffered some burns and now has a bandage on his arm.
With this minister's advice, the new king felt a lot relieved and felt that flying at night was a lot more comfortable.
Because the Dragon Riders of the Beifu Army followed closely behind them, they usually did not fly during the day to prevent their traces from being discovered. They all galloped at night. Now they have traveled hundreds of miles. In just one or two days, they will rush into the endless sea.
, the Beifu Army was also unable to catch up.
In the night, dragon wings spread out, the cool wind blew over their faces and armor, and everyone's mood gradually improved. The two days of tense escape made everyone nervous and uneasy, and only now did they feel relieved.
Just as everyone was gradually immersed in the soothing night breeze, a startling crow pierced the night sky.
"Who!" The accompanying dragon knight clenched his weapon and looked down to search with alert eyes.
In the originally quiet mountains and forests, pitch-black crows flew up one after another, and there were more and more of them, as if they were countless black snowflakes blowing from the ground, sweeping up from below, covering the night sky, and making a sound.
The noise is so loud that it makes people almost deafened and panicked.
Just when everyone was in shock and looking around blankly, as if a signal sounded, a red flame ignited on a crow, and then spread rapidly, and thousands of crows were waving burning flames.
Fire crows were overwhelming, swarming through the night sky, faintly surrounding the group of people in the sky, and the flames burning on their bodies reflected the entire night sky, as if shrouded in a fiery red haze.
These fire crows are by no means ordinary monsters. When they are connected together, they seem to form some kind of resonance magic circle, which faintly reveals an almost crazy surging magic power.
"Admonish the Evil Fire Crow Sect? Why, how could it be like this?"
Looking at these fire crows that distorted the air, caused dazzling heat, and even frightened the sky, Li Jingfang's face turned pale and his voice was startled.
Facing the terrifying heat waves that kept coming high in the sky, the crows' bodies turned into pure blazing flames. Even the giant dragon carrying everyone on its back felt a burst of pain and did not dare to approach. They let out a faint roar and long uneasy cry.
Jian Xie Fire Crow Sect is one of the top sects in the world. Although it is the direct descendant of Red Phoenix, it is rarely known to outsiders and is particularly mysterious. Legend has it that after Red Phoenix made an alliance in the mountains of the Yellow Sea, they considered that someone was needed to maintain the alliance, so they ordered
He admonished the Evil Fire Crow Sect for acting in secret and monitoring the world.
I didn't expect that this person who is rarely known in the world would appear here today.
Behind thousands of fire crows, disciples wearing red crow robes gradually emerged from the darkness. They carried wings of fire on their backs, and although their hands had no weapons, they were still unsettling.
"Li Jingfang, as a minister entrusted by the emperor, you disobeyed Feng Huo's edict and deceived Prince Zhaolong and his ministers. This caused a big mistake and you need to die to apologize."
After saying that, a red stream of light rushed out of the night, streaked through the flashing arc, and cut off the head of the emperor's close minister. The blood vessels erupted. In the flying head, Li Jingfang seemed to still retain some consciousness, full of emotions.
Horrified and unwilling.
Then, the leading disciple of Jian Xie Huo Ya Clan read out again. Every time he read the name of a minister, a stream of red light rushed out and beheaded him.
"How...how could this happen?"
A general looked unwilling, clenched the dragon spear in his hand, and drove the dragon under him to rush towards the array of fire crows. Then, the crows screamed, the fire wings flew back and forth, and the general and his body
The giant dragon below was torn apart by the fire crows and turned into pieces of burning fragments, streaking across the night sky and falling to the dark earth.
In such a tragic situation, everyone in the sky hesitated and stopped, but the voice that read out the accusations did not stop. One after another red stream of light rushed out of the night, beheading the important officials one by one. In the end, except for the escorting dragon cavalry, only the remaining
The emperor in the middle.
His face was full of panic, and he didn't know where to place his hands. He looked around and shouted, asking the dragon knights around him to protect him, but it was all in vain. Even those dragon knights were too busy to take care of themselves and were cut off by the fire crow.
"Prince Zhaolong, you tampered with the emperor's order, falsely enthroned the throne, killed loyal people, and even Queen Zhaoyue committed suicide in the palace. And because you ignored the imperial order, Luojing turned into a sea of fire, millions of people were displaced, and their wives and children were scattered with countless casualties.
, he deserves to be pierced through the heart by ten thousand crows and die.”
After saying that, the man pointed his hand, and countless fire crows rose up in the night sky, like dancing phoenixes, extremely brilliant, and then swooped down, carrying the flames and chirping towards the emperor on the dragon's back.
"I don't!"
His twisted face was illuminated by the blazing firelight. He stretched out his hand to stop the thousands of swooping fire crows, but everything was in vain.
The scorching fire crows penetrated the flesh and blood body, bringing up boiling blood stains, which instantly turned into steam and dissipated. Then the fire crows passed through one after another, and the caves in the body became larger and larger until the entire body was filled with thousands of
The flames engulfed the corpse, and even the soul consciousness evaporated and dissipated in the twisted and dazzling firelight, leaving no trace behind.
After that, the gray and black ashes slowly fell from the sky, and the flames on the crow gradually extinguished, and then disappeared into the night sky, leaving only the accompanying Golden Bird Dragon Riders looking blankly at the empty night sky, and the
Sparks disappearing in the night sky.
In the seventh month, the new king was destroyed and was killed by Jian Xie Huo Yamen.