Chapter 814: The Blood Sacrifice is Complete

Cheng Zhiming.

He died with blood flowing from his seven orifices.

When he died, his eyes remained open, a state known as dying with one's eyes wide open in resentment.

Tragic.

Solemn and stirring.

Having fought single-handedly for four hours, the number of Dragon Flame Army soldiers who died at his hands was surely no less than a thousand!

He died on the battlefield, and the sight of him roaring toward the heavens could not help but move people.

Du Liang shed tears.

The Nanyang Army shed tears.

Naturally.

Pei Qianyun, Xiao Qian, and the Dragon Flame Army also expressed their respect and held a moment of silence for this fierce general who was once their compatriot.

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The soldiers who charged past again consciously bypassed this dead man who had been driven into the ground.

They continued to fight.

He would be a sculpture, existing right here.

At the very least, he could exist in the hearts of these people.

Consider human nature?

Consider justice?

Consider this and that?

No one was happy.

Because at this moment, everyone was actually weary. Life and death had become numb in their eyes. This was war, but it was merely war.

Since it was war, there was only victory or defeat; there was no need to consider anything else.

See the enemy, kill.

Numbness.

Numbness on the battlefield can actually avoid certain things: unnecessary psychological activity and emotional factors that affect morale.

There is no need.

Just pursue victory or defeat.

Four hours of slaughter had turned them into complete killing machines; seeing anyone in different attire, they killed.

After Cheng Zhiming died, everyone knew that this battle could no longer end peacefully.

There was only killing.

There was only finding a Method to kill a few more.

This was, instead, a good thing.

The Dragon Flame Army was like this.

The Nanyang Army was also like this.

The blade edge began to tear his skin, his limbs, everything of his, including his blood vessels.

Fresh blood splattered out, spraying onto people's faces, noses, mouths, and even into people's eyes.

They could no longer see clearly.

The powerful charges from before were gone; whether running or fighting, everyone's movements had slowed down. But it was precisely because of this slowness that the scene became more concrete, more vivid, and more detailed.

That blade was slowly raised, slowly lowered.

This person struggled to resist, but failed to block it.

People were slowly dying.

Fresh blood was slowly flowing.

Naturally.

Then, a sword was thrust over by that person.

The entire scene was like this.

The scene of one person gathered into the scene of a thousand, the scene of a thousand gathered into the scene of ten thousand, the scene of ten thousand gathered into a hundred thousand.

These rains of arrows filling the sky became the key to deciding victory or defeat.

Under the indiscriminate attack of the arrows, the Nanyang Allied Army began to collapse completely.

Arrows.

There were still many people.

If the bows and arrows stored in these palace complexes had not appeared, then if they had just kept killing with blades and swords, it certainly would not have been finished in three days.

Fortunately.

The grandeur of the scene, when expressed in words, already seemed somewhat pale.

I do not know how much time passed.

Everyone did not know how much time had passed.

Countless arrows.

Tens of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands.

All kinds of expressions.

All kinds of ways to die.

Qiao Yuan, no one knows when he died. Compared to Cheng Zhiming, his death was clearly not very important, nor did it attract much attention from others. His corpse had even been trampled countless times; in the end, just looking at his face, his identity could no longer be discerned. It was only from the clothes he wore that one knew this person was Qiao Yuan.

On the battlefield, the sounds of shouting and killing had begun to slowly subside; the initial liveliness and the initial excitement had also begun to wither away.

All kinds of dead people.

All kinds of postures.

After he died, he was nothing.

There was nothing.

Of course, strictly speaking, everyone is like this.

Just like he was in his own "Efang Palace," he was an emperor of one.

He was an emperor of a group of people.

Yet in the eyes of the people of the world, he was a clown.

On the side of the Nanyang Allied Forces, only one person remained in the end.

Du Liang.

This Military Advisor and Strategist was also covered in blood at this moment.

But at least, after the emperor of Longyan died, there was still a vast territory passed down through generations. After Tuolei died, there was still this shockingly magnificent Underground Palace Complex.

He is dead.

Only infamy remained.

He was trembling, but he still tried hard to keep himself standing.

On the side of the Longyan Army, the losses were also not small.

Out of a total army of three hundred thousand, only two hundred thousand remained.

But in his hand, he still held his sword.

At this moment, he was incomparably exhausted, and he could barely hold his sword steady, but he used a rope to tie the hilt to his wrist.

Trembling.

Against one person.

One person.

Against two hundred thousand.

But it was two hundred thousand after all.

They walked over, stepping on corpses, still a vast, dark mass.

Two hundred thousand.

Xiao Qian walked over quietly.

Facing this enemy Military Advisor, he did not offer excessive humiliation.

Although he had caused many of his brothers to die.

Du Liang suddenly burst into loud laughter.

Facing the Longyan Army, he began to laugh loudly.

The laughter was so desolate, so tragic.

Du Liang laughed loudly: "Let me take a look at your army's commander."

Xiao Qian laughed.

The commander he spoke of was naturally not himself, but Vice Minister Liu.

But respect must still be shown.

"Do you have any other last wishes?"

Xiao Qian walked over and asked coldly.

Rumble, rumble, rumble.

The palace gate behind the fortifications began to open slowly.

A sizable honor guard emerged from within.

"Good!"

With a cry of "good," the palace complex opened at this moment.

Everyone looked on in shock.

There were more people!

Liu Zheng, the Prince of Wei, the Prince of Yong, Tie Mucheng, and others walked out, surrounded by a crowd.

"Vice Minister Liu!"

Honor guard.

Everyone was completely bewildered.

People!

Because Liu Zheng had succeeded.

The vital essence of hundreds of thousands of people had already flowed into the Huoshan; how could they not regard Vice Minister Liu as an ancestor?

"General Xiao, I trust you have been well."

"Prince of Wei!"

Everyone was overjoyed.

And those responsible for the honor guard were naturally the people of the Luo Family.

Deep admiration, admiration that prostrated them to the ground.

All these arrangements were incomparably exquisite.

Although it cost him quite a few troops and horses, this was within an acceptable range.

Liu Zheng chuckled.

Facing Liu Zheng at this moment, Xiao Qian was left with only a bitter smile.

At this time, he was left with nothing but admiration for Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng also looked toward him. Deep down, his curiosity about this Nanyang Military Advisor was also quite heavy.

Hmm.

He had the look of a military advisor, and still possessed the backbone of an ancient soldier.

"Vice Minister Liu."

"As expected"

Du Liang stared fixedly at Liu Zheng.

He still greatly appreciated Du Liang's intelligence and talent.

If such a person could be used by him, it would be a great joy.

"Hahahaha."

"Du Liang."

Looking at Liu Zheng, Du Liang spat out two words.

Liu Zheng smiled slightly: "Military Advisor, you have great talent. If you are willing to abandon darkness for light, Liu Zheng will surely sweep the couch to welcome you."

Pei Qianyun handed over a waterskin.

Du Liang took it and gulped it down.

It had been four hours.

"Hahahaha!"

Du Liang looked deeply at Liu Zheng, his eyes also revealing a sense of appreciation.

Liu Zheng nodded toward Pei Qianyun.

He quietly looked at Liu Zheng once more.

"I had thought that His Majesty was already a talent of heaven-sent ability with grand strategies. Seeing Vice Minister Liu today, I realize that the Longyan people are truly gifted by the land; it is indeed not false."

Du Liang said with a bitter smile.

He had been fighting and commanding the whole time.

His throat was already smoking.

After drinking a whole bag of water, Du Liang's mouth finally became a bit more moist.

The others looked at each other in dismay.

They wanted Liu Zheng to refuse.

Who would have thought that Liu Zheng would laugh loudly: "What is difficult about this matter?"

Liu Zheng still wanted to speak.

Du Liang shook his head: "Since I was young, I have been favored by imperial grace. As for the matter of persuading me to surrender, Vice Minister Liu need not waste your breath."

He looked at Liu Zheng with a troubled expression: "It is just that Du Liang has one presumptuous request. Can Vice Minister Liu spare my life and let Du Liang see whether this Imperial Jade Seal truly exists?"

He had originally thought he would be left behind to clean up the battlefield; after all, that was the dirty work he usually did. He hadn't expected...

What he did not know was that there was no need for him to worry about these corpses at all.

Naturally, there would be all sorts of monkeys to handle them.

"Go!"

"General Xiao, shall we go in together?"

Xiao Qian was also stunned.

Following the honor guard, the crowd walked into the palace.

The further they walked, the more intense the longing for this tomb became in their hearts.

This Tuolei.

As for how to handle it, it was certainly somewhat inhumane and could not be spoken of.

But since they were already dead.

Cremating them was also a form of respect for them.

It was precisely the place Liu Zheng had just visited.

Taihe Hall.

Where is the Imperial Jade Seal? In fact, one would know by looking at where the Emperor is. Since it was during a court assembly, it would certainly be at the court assembly, because many Imperial Edicts require the Imperial Jade Seal to be stamped.

If he hadn't encountered the Longyan, he could truly be called an emperor for the ages.

The entire palace had everything one could expect to find.

And the place they were going to now.

The Imperial Jade Seal.

The Imperial Jade Seal.

It was right inside.

There were many people in the crowd.

At this moment, their respective thoughts had already begun to stir.

Xie Ming, who was in the group, had always been very low-key, but at this moment, he could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart.

This was something Liu Zheng had exchanged for the lifeblood of hundreds of thousands of people.

And furthermore.

For them, resurrecting their own emperor was the most important priority.

The people of the Luo Family were actually unwilling as well; they really did not want to take Liu Zheng to the Taihe Hall again.

They were equally aware of the importance of the Imperial Jade Seal.

But there was no Method.

"It's almost time, it's almost time!"

The people of the Luo Family were obsessed at this moment.

"Hahahaha, you are about to witness the moment of the Tuolei Emperor's resurrection!"

As long as the Tuolei Emperor could be resurrected, they could just snatch the Imperial Jade Seal back later.

"Still waiting?"

Liu Zheng glanced at Luo Qun beside him and chuckled.

Then it connected to the Taihe Hall.

Tuolei's corpse, which had not decayed for several hundred years, was right inside the Taihe Hall.

Amidst the cheering and leaping of the Luo Family, everyone watched the changes in this Stone Pillar in silence.

"It's almost time, it's almost time!"

Liu Zheng simply stood still and stopped walking forward.

Because people could see that the thick Stone Pillar led directly to this palace complex.

There is something to this.

Liu Zheng smiled lightly.

No matter what.

Perhaps because of the scorching of the Huoshan below, the blood began to flow backward in a different way.

Suddenly.

The entire palace complex seemed to brighten significantly.

Resurrecting a person?

This kind of thing.

Can it really be achieved?

To be able to set up such a formation, there is indeed something to it.

Wu Zhen watched with curiosity.

In the field of Geomancy, this counts as a very large formation; can a blood sacrifice really succeed?

The people of the Luo Family had already knelt down piously, shouting "Long live."

Long live, long live, long live for ten thousand years.

The blood-colored light illuminated the entire palace complex.

Suddenly.

The next moment, a beam of blood-colored light shot up into the sky along the Stone Pillar.

Everyone could not help but gasp in surprise.

"Welcome the Emperor's resurrection!"

"Long live, long live, long live for ten thousand years!"

The people of the Luo Family began to sprint toward the Taihe Hall.

It seemed to be at the same time.

The sound of morning bells and evening drums, along with solemn and majestic music, rang out once again.

"Quick, quick, quick!"

The people of the Luo Family crawled inside on their knees, one by one.

Liu Zheng and the others followed closely behind.

Under such colors, the entire Taihe Hall was set off to be very solemn.

Liu Zheng and the others looked at each other and followed without hesitation.

The blood-colored light had already begun to arrive above the Taihe Hall.

When they walked inside, everyone's expression changed drastically.

Tuolei, sitting on the Dragon Throne, had actually opened his eyes.