"I was ordered by heaven and should have lived forever, but my talents were indeed limited, and I finally lost my ancestors' country and country." In the extremely gorgeous living room of the emperor of the previous dynasty, Zhao Ji crossed his legs and said while peeling lychees: "But I have never had any other thoughts about the new dynasty. You have done better than me. I did not misunderstand you back then."

Zhao Ji threw the lychee shell away and whispered to Xu Yichen: "This is all for those bastards outside to hear it. Just pretend you didn't hear it. It's so satisfying to say that you don't become the emperor. You are asking me to go back to be the emperor and I won't go back!"

Xu Yichen could see that the artist emperor is living a comfortable life now and he doesn't want to move at all. If it weren't for the threat of chaos coming too quickly, Zhao Ji would probably be the happiest person in the world.

"I asked you to come mainly to see you. After all, this world was also from my old Zhao family before. I have to look at this white jade pillar and purple gold beam of sea." Zhao Ji touched it for a long time and reluctantly took out a bead the size of a palm: "I handed over all the treasures of the level of the imperial seal. I have stayed by my side for many years. It is not about the national fortune. If you keep this thing, you may be able to use it in the future."

The beads in Zhao Ji's hand couldn't tell the material, and they kept exuding a metallic luster.

From the perspective of Xu Yichen and the witch, this bead constantly repels psychic energy in the sea of ​​psychic energy, where it forms something like a black hole.

"I don't know if this is the monster's inner alchemy or a treasure left by a predecessor, but this bead has always been a life-saving magic weapon passed down by kings of all dynasties." Zhao Ji reached out and handed the bead to Xu Yichen: "You want to go to the most dangerous place, this thing is more useful in your hands."

What Xu Yichen expected was that when he took the bead, no system prompt appeared, just like he just took a stone in his hand.

But as a king on earth, Zhao Ji would never joke about such things. Xu Yichen could only keep a smile and put the bead into the storage space, comforting himself in his heart. Maybe this thing is too advanced and the system cannot recognize it?

Zhao Ji didn't expect this hero who looked like the giant god descending to earth to thank him. During this period, he had become accustomed to the attitude of the aliens in the new dynasty towards him. After leaving the position of the Nine Five Lord, he felt that this way of getting along was more suitable for him.

"All visitors are guests. Since I have come, I can't let you go empty-handed." Zhao Ji looked at Aifelal with silver hair. He had never seen such a hair color as the seventy-two concubines of the Three Palaces and Six Courtyards. However, Zhao Ji had already lost his low-level interest, his eyes were only polite, and he took out a delicate jade pendant: "I have heard that you witches have been suffering from the erosion of chaos. This jade pendant was once blessed by the powerful and could resist the whispers of chaos to a certain extent. Now I will give it to you."

Aiferal didn't expect that he would have a gift, so he bowed to Zhao Ji like Xu Yichen. The artist emperor raised his eyebrows. He had never seen such a rude woman in his life.

Yang Yuefan returned to the Loess Zone again. He had already traveled back and forth, sending a total of seventeen legendary powerhouses to the preset position of the ancient Roman Empire. Although there, humans and intelligent weapons were already on guard against each other, at least there was still a solid place.

The plague of flowers broke out in various parts of the Old Continent. Plague believers who believe in Nurgle traveled through the principalities with plants infected with the plague of flowers. Although countries have tightened their own barriers, they still find it difficult to persist in the face of such infiltration.

Almost every day, infected people from the Hundred Flowers Plague appear in villages. A large number of knights carry breathing filters made by the Europa to and from the main traffic routes. The ugly pig nose mask has replaced the feather helmets that the knights are proud of.

More lords chose to reject all outsiders to ensure the safety of their territory. The connection between villages and villages was almost completely cut off, merchants were unable to purchase raw materials, and the city was facing famine. Everything seemed to prove that the believers of the evil god of Chaos had begun to win.

But the Harpist organization has tracked down a trace.

"Is it the Woking Church spreading the plague behind the scenes?" A spellcaster at the top of the harpist asked loudly: "Are you sure this news is right? I must remind you, Catherine, you are blaming a church of God."

"The information shows very clearly that in areas outside the Lower Gaul Empire, the trajectory of the spread of the plague spread along the food trade route." Catherine took out a painted map and said to everyone: "When it was before the establishment of the Europa Empire, the largest grain trader in the Old Continent was the Wojin Church. Now, whether it is the free people who farm in the fields or the nobles who stockpiled a lot of food, the first choice for buying and selling food is the Wojin Church."

"Please remember this. The Baihua Plague is a special plague that can infect plants and animals at the same time. The harvested crops can also serve as carriers of the Baihua Plague and act as a source of infection along the way." Catherine analyzed clearly: "It is not whether we should question the question of the righteous god now, but we must consider what impact it will have on us if the righteous god is biased towards the chaos."

"The world has lost the God of War, and there is a Lord of the Morning who will no longer respond to prayers. If there is one less Goddess of Wojin, the situation will not worsen much." A priest in a priest's robe said calmly: "The least believers of Goddess of Wojin are not pious, they are not all our enemies."

The priest who spoke from his clothes was a believer of the god of war Campas, and only the priest who had faced the fall of the gods he believed in could face the corruption of another god so peacefully.

"Is there any more conclusive evidence?" Arthur Morgan asked, "We cannot start a war of gods on the old continent because of a little bit of suspicion."

"I caught them a priest." Catherine's words calmed the hall: "Although it was a bit risky, my intuition about chaos would not be wrong."

"What's the result?" Arthur Morgan suddenly felt a little tired. This woman was a little too capable and completely ignored the consequences.

Bang!

Katherine put a head on the table: "I chopped his head, but he can still answer your questions now."

The head and eyes of the human beings placed on the table were covered with gorgeous tulip flowers, and the branches and leaves in the open mouth could still be moved to show their green leaves: "You all deserve to die... The kind father Nurg has invaded this world, and the lady will gain eternal detachment!"

"Is the evidence enough?" Catherine picked up her head and put it in a sealed jar, looking at the legendary powerful men and asked.

"Enough." Arthur Morgan sighed, feeling that the sky was a little darker.
Chapter completed!