The dark forest is thin, and a desolate and dilapidated castle stands tall and surrounded by sticky and wriggling barnacles.

But not only does it bring fear, but it makes the blood in the body boil.

Abyss Castle!

The land of blessings that the way of heaven contemplates, and the empire rises because of it.

The Barbarian Emperor, wearing a dragon robe, stood quietly, followed by the twelve central judges.

"Are you ready?" The old woman in a wedding dress walked out of the fort, taking a lotus step by step.

"I personally commanded the army and swear to suppress the Han slaves in the East!" The Barbarian Emperor made a sound and looked up and noticed the castle figures overlooking him.

"Beth, how many soldiers in Dongtu?" The old woman in the wedding dress looked at the female judge in charge of intelligence collection.

The latter took a few steps forward and answered respectfully:

"Including the logistics civilians, there are a total of 1.3 million, and 700,000 soldiers who can fight."

"How many troops are the empire going to send?" The old woman in the wedding dress turned to the Barbarian Emperor.

"Forty-five thousand is enough, the advantage lies in the empire." The Barbarian Emperor's tone was calm, but he exuded a strong sense of confidence.

The Battle of Western Shu has proved the difference in combat power between the two sides. The imperial soldiers have arrived at four Han slaves in the Central Plains, and they have the advantage of local combat.

"Six hundred thousand." The old woman in the wedding dress said coldly.

The face under the Barbarian Emperor's mask froze.

He wanted to win a hearty victory and regain his prestige, but he did not expect the abyss to question his leadership ability so much.

The judges were a little embarrassed, too.

"Yes." Manyi's voice was hoarse.

"Defending the enemy outside the country's gates, you cannot let Han slaves enter the territory of the empire." The old woman in the wedding dress had a tough attitude, almost making her clear bottom line.

"I have the same strategy, but..." The Man Emperor paused and said in a deep voice:

"But that madman is really hateful and uncontrollable!

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The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The judges looked at each other and felt helpless.

There is no way, it is impossible to allow millions of Han slaves to advance into the Western Regions and show their power in the empire territory.

Since he was going to defeat the Central Plains at Yumen Pass, he gave Gu Chang'an the back, and this person was the biggest cancer in the Western Regions!

"The crazy fallen man cannot leave the city. Don't worry about him attacking the rear, and don't worry about his troops."

The old woman in the wedding dress looked calm and just emphasized:

"Don't worry about him!"

The Barbarian Emperor nodded, killing the saint had already caused the empire's morale to plummet, and he could no longer make trouble before the war.

To put it bluntly, even if two saints are sent to chop off the madman, it will only arouse the anger of the Central Plains and invisibly increase the combat power.

If the madman did not die, Zhongyuan would be more motivated.

For the empire, it is a failure no matter what. The best way is to temporarily ignore Gu Chang'an.

"How many saints are going to be dispatched?" the old woman in the wedding dress continued to ask.

"Eighteen!" The Barbarian Emperor did not hesitate.

"There are only nine martial arts saints in the East." The old woman frowned deeply.

The Barbarian Emperor looked at the female judge.

Beth explained:

"Thirty years ago, a Central Plains hermit who surrendered to the empire revealed-"

"There is a killer weapon in the Central Plains called the "Hundred Schools of Thoughts" formation. It is said that the successors of Confucian, Tao, Fa, Mo and other hundreds of families jointly cast magic and started the ceremony of inviting ancestors."

"Please give me a grandfather?" the old woman was confused.

"It's not a certain character, but the ancestor will of the people of the Central Plains. The hermit said it mysteriously and strangely..." Beth's tone was not very sure.

A trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the other judges, and the hundred schools of thought sounded terrifying.

"You must be careful, just eighteen martial arts saints." The old woman in the wedding dress nodded, then stared at the two children of the Barbarian Emperor and said sternly:

"Either create glory or welcome destruction, it's time for you to turn a new page."

The judges had solemn expressions, and this sentence was most appropriate to describe the God's Crown.

During the reign of the Cangxia, the Cangxia was mediocre. When the lonely city was exposed, the 64-year-old shit was put on his head. The humiliation that Cangxia caused to the people of the empire also became a scapegoat.

It is logical that it can compete for the worst king since its founding, but the crown prince has a chance to turn over.

Battle of the Western Regions!

If there is a big victory, it will basically destroy the Central Plains, and it will only be a matter of time before annexation.

By then, the crown prince will be proud of its aura. Even if it is incompetent in the later period of its reign, it will definitely be the emperor of the ages with the glory of destroying the land of China.

The Barbarian Emperor knew the importance of this battle to him, so he made another request:

"I want a bottle of blood of bad luck to spread bad luck to Yumen Pass and affect the night rest of millions of Han slaves."

The old woman looked at him, hesitated for a while, and rejected:

"The Abyss has only collected three and a half bottles so far."

The blood of bad luck is enough to destroy one or two saints, but when used on a million troops, the effect is diluted to a very small extent.

The Barbarian Emperor did not compromise this time, but said firmly:

"This battle is a protracted battle, and it will never be able to establish the victory or defeat in one or two days. Han Nu couldn't sleep well at night and his combat ability was reduced by half."

"I want to minimize the losses."

He was betting on his life for this battle and had to ask for treasure from the abyss.

The old woman in the wedding dress said nothing, was silent for a long time, and turned around and walked into the castle:

"Come with me."

The Barbarian Emperor followed closely behind.

The closer you get to the viscous castle, the more gloomy the surrounding aura is, you can see a blood moon hanging high on the dome, and the moonlight reflects figures like a sea.

In fact, he was quite disgusted with these old monsters. They all had no concept of family and country, and had no sympathy for the people of the empire. They accepted gifts from the abyss, but did not fulfill their responsibilities of protecting the empire.

There are more than thirty castle saints?

If all of them were stepped into the East Land, they would have cut off all the Nine Saints of the East Land.

But these people were concerned about their dreams of Tianmen, but were afraid that the decline of the empire would lead to the decline of the abyss, so they threatened and intimidated the center all day long.

The Scum of the Empire!

"Here." The old woman in the wedding dress returned and handed over the eyeball pendant in her palm.

The Barbarian Emperor carefully put it away, and then heard hoarse voices from all directions:

"Draw the sword!"

"Draw the sword!"

A bloody altar in the middle of the castle, a rusty curved sword inserted into the platform.

The Barbarian Emperor took a deep breath, walked slowly towards the altar with a pious look, and gently held the hilt of the sword that had the withered cross.

clang!

The sword of God, which symbolizes the highest power of the empire, left the pedestal, and the Barbarian Emperor suppressed his agitation and strided out of the castle.

The eastern land of China is about to tremble under his sword!

Including the hateful and stupid madman!

Are you waiting for reinforcements from Dongtu? Are you praying for Dongtu to accept the territory?

Don't think about it!

There will definitely be many people coming to the Lone City, but that is the imperial heavenly soldiers!

I will step on your head and look down on you from a high point:

"Hello, Hannu."

Cut off your head with one sword and end your pitiful mission.

Outside the castle, the twelve judges were suddenly excited, as if they were dormant in the sea.

I started to smell blood!

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To be continued...