Chapter 357: The Dead Natural Disaster

Lin Zhan, the tenth commander of the Imperial City Imperial Guard, looked at Canghai and Bingning standing on the city wall, and then looked at the three remaining subordinates, gritted their teeth, strode towards the city wall, and knelt in front of Canghai, "Your Majesty, now we still have more than 10,000 guardians and thousands of light guardians, we are sure to lead Your Majesty to break through..."

Canghai stared blankly, "Break through? I seem to have let you make a choice."

The passing of tens of thousands of lives was only exchanged for a few years of struggle. There was not even a trace of enemy blood on the walls of the imperial capital. Lin Zhan was never as decadent as he was now, and he could not understand the meaning.

Lin Zhan lowered his head and did not dare to look at Canghai's eyes, "I don't understand."

"The emperor will always live and perish with the imperial capital. This is the emperor's spirit. As for whether it is meaningful in itself, I don't need to be clear or not."

Lin Zhan was shocked and touched the ground with his forehead in vain, "I know I am guilty."

Canghai turned his gaze back to the countless skeletons in the distance. After a moment, he told Lin Zhan, who was still kneeling on the ground, "More than 20 years of killing have brought my imperial life to the end. Lin Zhan, tell me what the people call me."

Lin Zhan hesitated slightly and whispered, "Bloody Emperor."

"What about the title of Sikong Haoxuan?"

"Your Majesty, the title of King Xia has not changed from beginning to end."

"Hahaha..." Canghai suddenly laughed, "Bloody Emperor?! I am not as good as Sikong Haoxuan after all."

Bing Ning's eyes showed a little unbearableness. The corners of her mouth moved, and she sighed in her heart, but she didn't speak.

Lin Zhan looked at the sea where he was laughing endlessly, and a trace of confusion flowed out of his expression, "Your Majesty, I don't understand."

"Don't understand? The killings that Sikong Haoxuan has launched on the mainland are dozens of times that of me. Do you think the people of the mainland are fools? Blind? They dare not, is it ridiculous? For decades, all those who criticize Sikong Haoxuan have always died for various reasons.

People are afraid and believe it. It is the patron saint of China. There is no faith in the world for no reason. Hahaha..."

Canghai knew in his heart that if he did not die, his killing in the war of unity would become the seed of the turmoil of the empire. He was different from Sikong Haoxuan, and he could not control everyone's hearts. Canghai was unwilling to accept it, and he vented without hesitation without hesitation.

Lin Zhan suddenly looked up at Canghai and said in a deep voice, "Actually, Your Majesty can do it too."

The laughter of Canghai stopped in vain. He sighed long, "Yes, I can do it, but I am not a madman, nor do I have a group of madmen's subordinates."

"Dong...Dong...Dong..." The drum sounds on the city tower sounded again, six sections of the city walls and twelve battle drums, and now there is only one sound left, but its beating sound still soars into the sky.

"Lin Zhan, I will give you another chance. You can choose to break through or stay."

Lin Zhan stood up from the ground and saluted heavily to the sea, "The honor of the emperor is the honor of the soldiers."

The Chinese imperial capital was surrounded, which means that the Yag Continent no longer belongs to humans. The undead natural disaster, these four words began to be circulated among humans and were passed down from generation to generation.

70%, an astonishing population number makes historians in later generations frightened every time they look at this history. The rich Yag Continent, in the natural disaster of the undead, the mortality rate actually reached 70% of the total population. The corpses are everywhere and blood flows into rivers cannot be described as the blood and killing that humans face during the natural disaster of the undead.

A light blue moonlight suddenly fell into the ghost space imprisoned by the twelve stars of the Imperial Path. Xueer, holding a scepter, appeared in the moonlight again, but her figure was very faint.

"Ghost, leave the northern crowned star armor to go to the Silent Swamp to block the spirits under the Ghost Throne."

"Yes..." As the ghost responded, the light blue moonlight disappeared from the ghost space, and only one star armor was left in the colorful nebula.

Triumph Canal, Sea-blocking Stone City, Lancelot Institution, Sakh Capital, and Silent Swamp are known as the five miracles of the Yag continent. They show the will, power and limits of human beings.

The Silent Swamp is located at the junction of the Stro Region and the Bluemio Region. This swamp zone blocks 90% of the borders of the two regions. Legend has it that two hundred years ago, in order to stop the invasion of the Bluemio Empire, the Stroë Kingdom, under the prayer of the high priest, appeared in the border line.

The dim silent swamp, even the adventurers of the mainland were unwilling to come. There were no monsters here, let alone anything valuable, there were only terrible quagmire, messy plants and poisonous gases.

Just as night came, if you look down from the sky with faint clouds, you will see two silent cavalry teams entering the silent swamp from the northeast and northwest directions.

On the Yag continent, no one would believe that the cavalry team could actually run in the swamp.

The butcher led his brigade to quickly interspersed in the center of the swamp, and the horses left only faint traces in the swamp. The butcher's brigade had just stopped, and another cavalry team also arrived at the center of the swamp at the same time.

"I haven't seen each other for decades, and the Pope seems to be used to this outfit?" The butcher looked at Luo Tian's white dress and said coldly.

A trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of Luo Tian's mouth, and there was no explanation. The pope's gorgeous outfit turned into pieces of rags and fell into the swamp. At the same time, the soldiers of the dead camp behind Luo Tian also exposed their naked upper body and dark red tiger skin waist while their clothes were broken. They had a necklace of finger bones that was the same as the butcher's team.

"Luotian, ordered to assemble on time, and the command of the dead camp was transferred." Luotian, who was naked on his upper body, flipped down on the horse's back and appeared in front of the butcher.

The butcher jumped off his horse, saluted Luo Tian, ​​and nodded coldly. His brigade who was looking at Luo Tian with one eye, looked at the soldiers with tiger skins and naked waists, and finally felt much more comfortable. This was the dead camp.

"Within twelve hours, stop killing all creatures passing through the Silent Swamp, including the Necromancer." After the butcher's simple words fell, in his gesture, a Death Camp warrior scattered into small groups and disappeared into the depths of the swamp.

Soon, only the butcher and Luotian were left in the center of the swamp.

Luo Tian watched a soldier in the death camp leave, and his expression was hesitant, "Butchman, did the brothel make a mistake in judgment? There is no trace of the dead within a radius of hundreds of miles."

A cold light in the butcher's eyes moved, "Dare you dare to question the brothel's order?"

Luo Tian's face changed slightly, and a little anger appeared in his words, "I'm talking about the facts. There are no traces of the dead within a radius of hundreds of miles."

Luo Tian finished speaking, a beautiful crown as big as a fist rose from his palm, and in the layers of golden light curtains around the crown, it showed a hundred miles of ground centered on the silent swamp. "This is one of the three major artifacts of the Holy See, the Holy Crown, which can capture all the scenery within hundreds of miles."

The butcher glanced at Sheng Guan with disdain and said coldly, "Luotian, since you have returned to the team, you will be corrected by the problem that the pope has developed. The soldiers of the dead camp only know how to execute orders and do not need to make their own decisions. Even if the orders of the brothel are wrong, even if this order is asked to die, the dead camp must be executed. The brothel represents the will of the battalion commander."

The holy crown in Luotian's palm darkened and disappeared. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but the cold light in the butcher's eyes flashed, "If you say something more, I have the right to kill you immediately."

Luo Tian knew that as if he questioned the brothel's order again, the butcher would really take action. Luo Tian vaguely felt that the butcher with a faint green light all over his body had the ability to kill him.

"He and Qianbian Futu merged." A thought suddenly rose in Luo Tian's heart, and a chill almost frozen Luo Tian's thoughts.

At this time, neither the butcher nor Luo Tian knew that in the swamp under their feet, a group of undead without life-waves lurked. The Ghost King stared at Luo Tian and the butcher in the center of the swamp through hundreds of meters deep mud.

In the Lanmio area, Qingluan's Fire Phoenix Legion escorted 50,000 people and was surrounded by countless skeleton soldiers in a narrow valley a hundred miles away from the guardian city. The endless skeleton soldiers not only filled the hearts of the 50,000 people with despair, but even the soldiers of the Fire Phoenix Legion could not suppress the fear in their hearts.

Just when everyone could not see hope, wisps of light blue moonlight hang down from the sky, and the soft moonlight dispelled the fear in people's hearts. A thin blue light curtain isolated the skeleton soldiers, no matter how rapid Canggu's spells were, and no magical attacks were launched by the skeleton soldiers, the faint light curtain still protected everyone without a trace of fluctuation.

"A miracle..." A commoner looked at the moonlight hanging from the sky and couldn't help but kneel down.

Qingluan's armor had already broken, and her hair was burned several times as if it was burned by fire. She barely supported her already overdrawn body with her broken sword. She looked at the moon in the sky from afar, murmured, "Xue'er, is it you? I know, it's you..."

In the northern wasteland, bright red flowers covered the surroundings of the Bimon Empire overnight. It is unimaginable that such beautiful plants can grow on this barren land.

The green vines climbed the city walls, and the red flowers on the vines decorated the Beimeng imperial capital with extremely beautiful beauty, but the thick blood in the air added endless weirdness to this beauty.

Countless orcs became food for red flowers. This race that never knew how to fear was afraid. Under these indestructible red threats, they were afraid and had no idea how to resist.

In the ghost space, the light blue moonlight appeared again above the nebula, "Nine-tails, leave the fox star armor, go to the northern wasteland, and clear the undead red."
Chapter completed!