A one-sided massacre was taking place at the Fifth Army Camp, one hundred and twenty miles north of Yanjing. The Storm Army and the Tabai Army pressed forward with their strongest spears - the grass-cutting messengers who suppressed the grassland.
After breaking Yanjing's elite defense line, the Qiqing Death Soldiers from the Brotherhood risked their lives to assassinate officers at all levels as soon as they came up.
The warriors of the Kinki 5th Army Camp survived the monster transformation and howling, but they still could not escape the fate of being trampled by the sword.
Suddenly, a terrifying roar pierced the sky, like rolling thunder, shaking the battlefield!
"Voss!!!!"
The roar of the warrior wearing the horned helmet seemed to have substance, setting off a rolling storm, roaring back all the enemies in front of him!
When the soldiers of the Fifth Army Camp heard the roar, they saw a scene that shocked them to death - the commander of the Left Army of the Fifth Army Camp, Yanxia Bosu Yulou, known as the Canjian Wuzhu, was repelled by the roar and even crashed into the fortifications behind it.
The sharp antlers pierced his abdomen from behind!
"Su Canjian, there is no need to rest for such a minor injury!" The horned helmet warrior held a giant sword and cut the soldiers of the fifth military camp into two pieces with one sword. He held up a steel tower shield in his left hand to block the barrage storm, leading the way.
He stepped across the fortifications and yelled extremely arrogantly.
"I really...can't deceive you!" Su Yulou groaned, and without the help of others, he pulled it out of the antlers directly. His left hand glowed with green light and he wiped it, and the abdominal wound that had been spewing blood stopped.
. He carried a half-broken sword, like a wounded lion, and rushed towards the horned helmeted warrior.
"We have been together for five years, and who doesn't know that your Su Canjian becomes more and more brutal as you become more cruel?"
"I haven't seen him for many years. I didn't expect that little devil who was punished by running twenty laps around the military camp. He could actually bring trouble to the people."
The battlefield fell into a strange silence for a while - Su Yulou and Chen Fengfeng were actually comrades who slept together?
"Where is Baiyujin?"
"You will be a dead man soon. There is no need to know where General Bai is."
"That's right." Chen Fengfeng strode forward, casually handed out his giant sword and stabbed the soldiers of the Fifth Army Camp who were chasing him: "Anyway, as long as the Fifth Army Camp is destroyed, Baiyujin will not be worried. After entering Yanjing,
, I will let the Su family go."
"No need."
Su Yulou's broken sword exploded with blazing light, recasting the broken sword like a blade of light!
"It cannot be used if it is rusty, and it will break if it cannot be used... The so-called dignity is actually very similar to a sword. But the broken sword can still be reforged, but the lost dignity will never return!"
"The Yanxia Su family has received favor from the royal family for generations, and now is the time to burn it out!"
Su Yulou waved the light-explosion remnant sword, sweeping towards Chen Fengfeng like a long river. His voice resounded across the battlefield, like thunder!
"Burn the light for Hui Yao!"
At this moment, the morale of the whole army was greatly boosted, and the soldiers of the five military camps shouted in unison: "Light up the glory!"
"Okay, then you will walk on the road of honor passed down from generation to generation, for the sake of paranoid and absurd loyalty..." Chen Fengfeng threw away the tower shield and held the giant sword with both hands, resisting Su Yulou's sword force like a majestic and immovable mountain.
.
"Let the rest of your life become a useless stone monument."
…
On the city wall of Chongsheng Gate in the south of Yanjing, the soldiers who were stationed on the city defense suddenly saw someone approaching quickly with sharp knife boots, and they suddenly became nervous.
But as the figure of the visitor gradually became clearer, the look of the city defense captain suddenly changed: "It's General Shixian Wuzhu Buqibu! He is seriously injured! Open the small door quickly and let him in! Medical officer, go and call the medical officer!
"
When the city defense captain and the medical officer went down, they saw the majestic Kinki general lying in the sergeant's arms, breathing heavily in and out, with one arm and one foot missing, and one eye on his face was damaged.
He dug it away forcefully. The wound was bleeding continuously, and it seemed that running back had exhausted all his strength.
"General Bu, the medical officer is here, don't worry-"
"No……"
The city defense captain looked at it blankly, but he found that Buqi didn't care about his injuries at all, his pupils were out of focus, and he seemed to be still immersed in his own memories.
"General Bu, what did you say?" the city defense captain asked, "Are you trying to tell us the enemy's intelligence?"
"Yes, no...it's not..."
Suddenly, as if a switch had been touched, Buqi's expression fell into hysterical madness, struggling and roaring regardless of his injuries!
"not human!"
"He is not human!"
"Don't come over! Don't come over! Don't..."
Seeing the Shixian Wuzhu losing his temper like this, the soldiers looked at each other in shock, but they didn't think much about it. They just thought that the Shixian Wuzhu might have been injured by a demon monster on the night of the demon transformation.
At the same time, on a hillside ten miles away from Chongsheng Gate, a heroic man wearing glasses was looking at Yanjing on the horizon. He looked more like a scholar than a warrior.
A young general wielding a stick approached him later and asked with a smile: "Why let him go?"
"Before a war, rumors and fear are the best vanguards. However, I seem to have struck too hard."
"It's amazing that you can make mistakes."
"Ten miles away is the core of glory, the pinnacle of power, the accumulation of thousands of years of history, and the gathering of the faith of all people. When I think that Yanjing is within reach, even I will inevitably feel a little embarrassed."
"So." Yin Guyue asked, "Are you going to Beijing? The headhunting can't wait."
Lan Yan turned around and looked at the thousands of troops behind him with banners like rain and soldiers like forests.
"Tell Chaixiangzhun, at this time, you need to be calmer."
Lan Yan said: "Mr. Xia said he would wait for the three-region coalition forces in the north, so we will wait."
…
In Yanjing, on the seventh floor of the Platinum Tower, two young men who are not the strongest, but definitely the most special are confronting each other.
"Using the saint's relics can change the characteristics of the divine weapon, turning it into a holy sword with reduced power, but at a lower cost, and can even be used by outsiders..."
Cha Shiyin grabbed Le Yu's left wrist, clicked on his saint's relic bracelet, shook his head and put it down: "Why do you think the saint's relic was created in the first place?"
Although he was unwilling to admit it, Le Yu clearly realized in his heart that the relics of the saint might really be useless.
In this world, the Holy Sword Glory is equivalent to a strategic-level nuclear bomb that destroys the world. Not only is it incredibly powerful, but it also comes at a terrifying price - it consumes the ruler's lifespan.
There is great terror between life and death, and the most difficult thing in life is to die. Therefore, if it is not a last resort, no emperor would be willing to activate the Holy Sword Glory for fun. Even if it is a last resort, the emperor would rather find other methods.
To be fair, the emperor is not disgusted with this destructive violence, but he hates having to control this violence himself! Although the Ming family has lasted for thousands of years because of the bloodline bound by the holy sword, people always long for it.
After getting more, the emperor not only wanted to continue to control the holy sword, but also wanted to use the holy sword without incurring any cost!
At least the cost cannot be yourself.
But the Holy Sword Hui Yao is a divine weapon that transcends the times. Emperors in the past dynasties have not done much research on it, let alone the side effects of erasing it. Moreover, the Holy Sword Hui Yao is a family heirloom after all, and the royal family is also afraid of getting rid of the Holy Sword.
It's broken. After all, it's impossible for Emperor Gaozu to crawl out of his grave to repair it.
As for studying how to hand over the Holy Sword Huiyao to outsiders, it is even more undesirable. Everyone has selfish motives. The blood binding of the Holy Sword Huiyao means that the Ming family is a royal family for eternity. If the royal family has some brains, it will not destroy its entire server.
The only innate characteristic.
According to this idea, the royal family has only one choice: to create a magic weapon that possesses part of the power of the Holy Sword's Glory, can be used by outsiders, and preferably can be controlled by the Holy Sword's Glory.
The craftsmen who make the magic weapons will definitely scold them when they see Party A's request for colorful and black colors.
Thinking about it this way, the saint's relic has completely unreasonable requirements: not only can it be used by outsiders, but if the holder wants to transform it into other divine weapons, he must first touch the original body of the divine weapon.
In other words, when the emperor needed to kill someone, he would send his cronies to take charge of the saint's relics, let him touch the Holy Sword Huiyao, and then the cronies would wield the fakes and slash everything.
Don’t be afraid even if your close confidants suddenly betray you, after all, fakes cannot defeat the genuine ones; as for the saint’s relics being lost, there is no problem, because people who have never touched the holy sword cannot copy the fakes.
However, the result was that the saint's relics were lost among the people and were not in the hands of the royal family.
Speaking of this, Le Yu actually had doubts before: Why are magic weapons spread all over the world, let alone warlords and assassins? Even the barbarians have magic weapons. The royal family is trying to support the enemy.
?
But if you think about it carefully, you will understand: the magic weapon is a tool after all, and tools need people to use them, and people have selfish motives.
Of course, the royal family does not want to lose the magic weapon, but the emperor cannot go into battle himself, so he naturally has to entrust the magic weapon to his cronies. There are two situations here: after the cronies finish the work, they just run away with the magic weapon and the bucket;
Or maybe the close friend didn't want to run away, but others were greedy for the magic weapon, stabbed the close friend in the back, grabbed the magic weapon and ran away.
So what if you hide the magic weapon and don't use it? It's useless. After all, the magic weapon warehouse has to be guarded. As long as someone interferes with the joints, there must be loopholes.
Over time, the magic weapons have naturally become lost among the people. However, this is not a one-way flow. After all, the rituals required to activate the magic weapons are relatively obvious, and many holders of the magic weapons will also take the initiative to expose them - people without confidence will live cautiously.
, and people who can get angry at any time will basically live arrogantly.
Sometimes the imperial court would recycle the magic weapons, and then they would be scattered among the people. Once the emperor collected half of the magic weapons, and even established a "Divine Weapons Department" for this purpose, and sent the holders of the magic weapons to recover the magic weapons. However,
Finally, the people from the Divine Weapons Department ran away with buckets and swept away all the magic soldiers.
But in the final analysis, it is actually the royal family that does not pay much attention to magic weapons.
It's not that the royal family doesn't care about the magic weapons, the royal family cares about them very much, but there is currently no perfect program for using the magic weapons. No matter how you intercept them, the magic weapons will be lost, and it's not worth wasting energy on it.
Moreover, with the Holy Sword shining brightly to suppress the common people, the magic soldiers pose no threat to the royal family. In the era of peace, the royal family does not need so many magic soldiers, so naturally they will not pay attention to them. On the contrary, the magic soldiers living among the people will basically cause a bloody storm, invisibly
It can be regarded as helping the imperial court solve many idle people in society.
But the status of different magic weapons in the heart of the royal family is also different. For example, once the magic weapon and flying boots are lost, the entire country will inevitably recover them, no matter how many people die - there are two reasons. On the one hand,
Flying boots are indeed very practical. On the other hand, all emperors want to fly freely in the sky.
Who hasn’t had a dream to fly when they were young?
The flying boots are enough to show that the royal family has the ability to monopolize a certain divine weapon. Therefore, the relics of the saint are lost among the people and are held by the Ding family of Morrowind. This can only explain one problem - the royal family does not care about the relics of the saint.
The reason why he doesn't care is obvious - a relic of the saint that cannot replicate the radiant power of the holy sword is just an interesting toy, not even as important as the flying boots.
"You have also read the list of divine weapons. Aren't you surprised by the names of the saint's relics?"
Cha Shiyin suddenly changed the subject: "There are two ways to name divine weapons. One is named based on functions, such as Phantom Knife, Blood Essence Stone, Midas Hand, and Crazy Mask; the other is based on poetic descriptions of appearance, such as Disputes
Veil, Purple Resentment, King Butterfly..."
"The name Saint's Relic is neither a functional name nor a poetic description."
Cha Shiyin stretched out his long and thin fingers and lifted the blood-red hair beside Le Yu's ear: "It comes from his manufacturing process."
"Although the Twelve Ultimate Divine Weapons are said to have been made by Lie Zong, the entire process actually went through three dynasties: Lie Zong, Wenzong, and Zhaozong. The Saint's Relic was the last divine weapon produced because of its difficulty in manufacturing."
"The original codename of the saint's relic was called 'Fake'. The forgery began to be forged when Wenzong was young, but when Wenzong was old and old, the forgery was still not completed and could not achieve its ideal goal: to become a holy sword.
Brilliant fake."
"So Wenzong believed that Holy Sword Huiyao, as the ancestor of the divine weapon, could not copy a fake at all. The only way to copy it was to make the fake a genuine one."
"How to make a counterfeit genuine? That is to let the counterfeit drink the flesh and blood soaked in the glory of the Holy Sword. He thought so, and he did it - Wenzong, who was already dying, used his last life force to wield the glory of the Holy Sword.
shine, then jump into the furnace and become part of the fake."
Le Yu: "He failed?"
"He succeeded, but also failed." Cha Shiyin said calmly: "He succeeded, the fake can indeed copy the Holy Sword Hui Yao; he also failed, because as he said, the Holy Sword Hui Yao cannot be copied by the fake."
Le Yu frowned slightly, obviously not understanding what riddle Cha Shiyin was telling. Cha Shiyin smiled: "You have witnessed the process of the Holy Sword Huiyao being summoned twice. You should know that unless someone summons it deliberately,
Otherwise, the radiance of the Holy Sword is invisible and non-existent."
Le Yu vaguely realized something, "So, when no one calls, the fake can become the genuine one."
"The correct answer." Cha Shiyin said: "But when the sword master calls, the fake is just a fake after all, and the glory of the holy sword will return to the sword master."
"Even if you get a fake, if you don't get the approval of the Holy Sword Huiyao, you won't be able to exert any power."
