Chapter 423

"No problem."

He Lingchuan did not object, stood up and said: "Let's go."

He was indeed full of curiosity about Thousand Star City. One had to know that the time this city fell was three or four decades earlier than Panlongcheng, and the opponent was equally despairingly powerful.

He casually supported the stone house and quietly released the eyeball spider.

Uncle Da was opposite, so he couldn't afford to be careless.

The eyeball spider looked at the owl opposite and shrank into the stone crack.

The two walked together into the phantom city.

Before turning around, He Lingchuan glanced at the campfire opposite and saw six or seven Chiyan people also stand up, talking and laughing as they walked toward the phantom city, but Uncle Da remained in place with a few subordinates to guard the carriage.

He Lingchuan frowned secretly.

It was fine for the caravan attendants to go sightseeing, but these Chiyan people were playing a game of cat and mouse with Fu Shanyue, and there was a noble master in the carriage; how dared they be so careless and go out for a walk?

So unprofessional, and Uncle Da tacitly approved? Walking out dozens of zhang, He Lingchuan asked Fu Shanyue: "Have you seen this illusion before?"

"No. I've walked this road at least three or four times, and today is the first time I've seen it." Fu Shanyue had removed his splint this afternoon, and with his arm hidden in his cloak, no one could see the wound on his arm. "But I've heard of these illusions, and they have a special term, called the 'Returning Light of Thousand Star City'."

"Lingxu City doesn't like these illusions and has set fires here several times and performed rites several times, wanting to eliminate them. Heh, useless." Fu Shanyue also looked around while walking, "Later, it was discovered that it only triggers under certain specific circumstances, perhaps just like today's special scene of first thunder, rain, and wind, then a bright moon in the sky, so Lingxu City gave up. I've heard from other people who have experienced phantom cities that they also saw the scenery before them after very bad weather. Some people came specifically to wait, but returned empty-handed every time."

He Lingchuan had heard of such things in his original world, seemingly called sound and light images occasionally left by creation, with pure randomness.

As for here...

"This is the scene before Thousand Star City was breached, right?" People were coming and going everywhere, sending weapons and medicine, sending the wounded, putting out fires, and there were teams trying to intercept enemies jumping off the city walls... Even women and the elderly were sent to the field, but the manpower was still seriously insufficient.

There were fires everywhere, explosions everywhere, and the sound of crying shook the sky everywhere.

Countless figures made of water vapor, old or young, monster or human, strong or weak, all passed through the bodies of He Lingchuan and the two, rushing to their deaths. Although time had passed and the people were gone, He Lingchuan still sighed in his heart when he saw this scene.

He understood that years later, such a swan song of the end would also be played in Panlongcheng.

"It seems so." The two walked toward the palace behind, Fu Shanyue said, "The Yuan Nation repelled the army organized by Lingxu City three times, which is rare in history. Even after the Yuan King died and Thousand Star City was destroyed, the Twilight Plains upheld the Yuan King's will and rose up three more times, killing many officials and soldiers, causing huge turmoil in the central region."

He Lingchuan was slightly surprised: "Rose up three times?"

"Yes, it shows how brave and determined the Yuan Nation's people were at that time." Fu Shanyue said faintly, "Otherwise, how could it have triggered the thunderous wrath, with the Emperor himself ordering the army to slaughter the Twilight Plains for thirty consecutive days. Do you know how many people died then?"

He Lingchuan shook his head.

"Thousand Star City was breached, and the entire family of the Yuan King Shao Yuqing, two hundred and thirty people, were not spared; even the ten-year-old child was dragged out and sliced into thousands of pieces, wailing for a whole day before dying. By comparison, the Yuan King and his son dying on the battlefield was a quick death."

"Afterward, the army was ordered to search, kill, and slaughter on the Twilight Plains, regardless of good or bad, regardless of gender, regardless of cause and effect; nine out of ten houses in the entire Yuan Nation were empty. At that time, the rivers of all sizes on the plains were full of blood, everywhere were open-air graveyards, and vultures and crows circled in the sky all day long."

He Lingchuan hissed lightly.

"It was hard to wait for the thirty-day deadline to pass, and the army withdrew. But too many people died, and there was a plague raging here. Two hundred years have passed, and the Twilight Plains have not yet recovered their vitality; this is the appearance you see. Since then, the tributes offered to Lingxu City by the various demon kings have become even richer."

The rabbit dies, the fox mourns.

"Every time you have a demon king rebel here, Lingxu City has to slaughter millions of civilians?"

The residents of the Twilight Plains were also subjects of the Beijia Nation, also Beijia people. Even if someone led them to resist the Demon Emperor and the gods, the "primary crime" lay with the Yuan King. Generally speaking, the first-class crime of rebellion was also just killing the leader; how could there be such a large-scale, indiscriminate harvesting of heads? It was like Nian Zanli taking Wuzhou to join Beijia; even if the Yuan Nation defeated him, at most it would be exterminating his nine clans; how could it slaughter all the people of Wuzhou?

Which ruler could dig their own foundation like this? If the Demon Emperor was capricious and often hysterical, then He Lingchuan could understand. The so-called wrath of the Son of Heaven, corpses lying for a million, blood drifting in oars. Emperors also have tempers, and also have times when they are so angry they have to kill to vent their anger.

But He Lingchuan clearly heard that this Demon Emperor was calm, shrewd, and had great strategies, being one of the few wise men among the demon race.

Fu Shanyue shook his head: "There have been more than a dozen demon kings who rebelled before. Only this time, the severity of the punishment was unprecedented. The Emperor was probably touched on his reverse scale."

However, He Lingchuan always felt that this set of scripts in Lingxu City was somewhat familiar.

At this time, dozens of people and horses suddenly appeared ahead, all running toward the city gate. There were also two golden-armored divine generals accompanying them, taking a step of two zhang, their big feet shaking the ground.

He Lingchuan almost drooled looking at these two golden-armored divine generals.

How much effort did he spend to make one golden-armored copper man? And alone in a foreign land, he didn't have the financial resources to upgrade it, and every material needed for this thing was dead expensive.

And right in front of him were two upgraded versions +2 running all over the place.

A big fireball flew from high altitude, at least seven feet in diameter; that was a rolling stone thrown by the catapults outside the city, coated with oil and lit, and its power doubled upon landing. Fires were everywhere in Thousand Star City, and a small half was their credit.

Seeing it happen to smash toward this team, the golden-armored divine general rushed forward, jumped, and punched, knocking the big fireball five zhang away.

Like a home run.

The movements of this golden-armored divine general were too smooth and too strong, right? Many times stronger than his own, He Lingchuan was once again jealous.

The team's speed didn't decrease, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of the two.

At this time, a dozen people suddenly rushed out from the side; looking at their attire, they were ministers. Regardless of whether the horse's hooves would step on their heads, they turned over and knelt in the middle of the road, saying in unison: "My King! Thousand Star is hard to protect, please evacuate immediately!"

"Ridiculous!" The knights hurriedly reined in, and one of them came out from the crowd, around forty years old, with long eyebrows and a white face, looking heroic, "The monarch dies for the country; I will coexist with Thousand Star City! You can leave first, I will send people to send you out of the city."

The minister shouted in the sound of artillery fire: "If you are here, the Yuan Nation is still here."

"My nation is in the belly of Beijia, surrounded by enemies on all sides; even if we want to retreat and escape, where is there a way out? It is hateful that the Xuluo Nation broke its promise and defected in the face of battle; I overestimated the Xuluo King and acted lightly!" The Yuan King said coldly, "The mistakes I made cannot be redeemed by a hundred deaths, and I have harmed hundreds of thousands of people to lose their heads; how can I have the face to leave Thousand Star City alive?"

Another old minister said: "You preserve a spark for my Great Yuan, so that the nation will not perish and the descendants will not be lost."

"Spark?" The Yuan King suddenly laughed, "The spark has already flowed out of Thousand Star City; our legacy will surely have someone to inherit it!"

The ministers looked at each other, seemingly relieved.

The old minister said again: "Then, the few young masters?" Are they safe to leave the city? Compared to monsters, humans value the inheritance of descendants more.

"Yunhe is killing enemies on the city wall and has already died, but Yunhai is only eleven years old..." The Yuan King choked and couldn't go on, but one hand pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The effect of the water vapor illusion was too good; He Lingchuan even saw the veins on the back of his hand bulging, showing he was using force.

Even Fu Shanyue was moved: "He killed his own son with his own hands? A hero!"

He Lingchuan looked sideways. Did this guy have some misunderstanding of the word "hero"? But he also understood that the Yuan King was not willing to let his young son be humiliated after his own death.

Being able to be ruthless to his own flesh and blood, he could truly be called iron-hearted.

The ministers were all stunned.

The corners of the Yuan King's eyes were also red, but he said: "No matter where they escape to, they cannot escape the palm of the gods and demons; no matter how big this world is, there is no place for them. Haha, I would rather my children die clearly than live cowardly, just like all living beings!"

"My King is wise." The leading old minister was in tears: "In that case, this old minister will go first." After saying that, he drew the sword at his waist and committed suicide calmly.

Other ministers followed suit.

After a series of thuds, only a few ministers in the back were trembling all over, their legs shaking.

With the city about to be breached, did they have any other way out?

The knights bowed to the ministers who committed suicide, and the Yuan King closed his eyes and laughed loudly: "Good, good, wait for me to kill a few more enemies, and then I will accompany you to the underworld!"

He didn't look at the few ministers who had lost their souls on the side, and with an order, the knights rushed to the city wall.

After this, it was scene after scene of bloody tragedy.

Seeing the entire Thousand Star City turn into a purgatory of fire, even Fu Shanyue, who was always heartless, let out a long breath.

This was the final moment when a powerful demon nation was fixed in history. As the eldest son of the Chiyan Nation, he should have many feelings.

"At this time, there was no Chiyan yet." He Lingchuan heard him mutter, and couldn't help but ask, "What?"

Less than two hundred years ago, was the Chiyan Nation not born yet? "Is your father the founding monarch?"

"Yes." Fu Shanyue said, "Chiyan has only been established for over 150 years and is the youngest and most vibrant demon nation in the entire Beijia."

Just at this time, a short scream came from the front left.

Human screams were everywhere in the illusion, but Fu Shanyue frowned: "Wrong, there is a smell of blood!"

(End of chapter)