Die For Life - Chapter 543

A one-sided massacre was taking place at the fifth army camp station 120 miles north of Yanjing. As soon as the Storm Army and the White Treader came up, they pressed their strongest spears-the grass-cutting messengers who suppressed the grassland abruptly pierced through the elite defense line of Yanjing, and the seven-love death soldiers from the Brotherhood gave up their lives as soon as they came up. Officers at all levels.

The fierce warriors of the five military camps in Kinki survived the demon screaming, but they still couldn’t escape the fate of being trampled by the sword.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar that pierced the sky, like rolling thunder, shook the battlefield!

“Fuss!!!”

The roar of the warrior wearing the horned helmet, as real as it was, set off a billowing storm, roaring back all enemies in front of him!

The soldiers of the Five Army Camp heard about their reputation, but they saw a scene that made them disperse their souls-the main general of the Five Army Camp, Yanxia Bo Su Yulou, known as Can Jian Wuzhu, was repelled by this roar and even crashed into the back of the fortifications. On his antlers, the sharp antlers pierced his abdomen from behind!

“Su Canjian, there is no need to rest for so long for this small injury!” The horned helmet warrior held a huge sword and cut the five barracks soldier into two with one sword, holding a steel tower shield in his left hand to block the barrage storm, leading the way. Stepping over the fortifications, yelled extremely arrogantly.

“Really… I can’t lie to you!” Su Yulou snorted. Without help from others, he pulled out the antlers directly. The left hand glowed with a green light. The abdominal wound that could not stop the bleeding stopped just now. . He carried a broken sword, like a wounded lion, rushing towards the horned helmet warrior.

“We are in the same robe for five years, who doesn’t know that your Su Canjian is getting more brutal and fierce?”

“I haven’t seen it for many years. I didn’t expect that the little devil who was fined to run for 20 laps in the barracks could do harm to the common people.”

The battlefield fell into a weird silence for a while-Su Yulou and Chen Fengfeng were once comrades-in-arms who slept together?

“Where is Bai Yujin?”

“You will be a dead person soon, there is no need to know where the Hundred Generals are.”

“That’s right.” Chen Fengfeng strode forward, handing out a huge sword to pierce the soldiers of the fifth army camp who had been slaughtered at him: “Anyway, as long as the fifth army camp is destroyed, Bai Yujin is not a concern. After entering Yanjing , I will let the Su family go.”

“No need.”

Su Yulou’s broken sword glowed with a blazing light burst, recasting the broken sword like a blade of light!

“It can’t be used when it is rusty, and it will shatter if it is not used… The so-called dignity is actually very similar to the sword. But the broken sword still has a day to be recast, and the lost dignity has no return!”

“The Haze Su family has been blessed by the imperial family for generations, and it’s burning out at this moment!”

Su Yulou wielded the Remnant Sword of Light Explosion, like a billowing river sweeping towards Chen Fengfeng, his voice resounded through the battlefield like thunderous ears!

“Burning for the glory!”

At this moment, the morale of the whole army was greatly boosted, and the soldiers of the five barracks shouted in unison: “Burn the light for the glory!”

“Okay, then you will follow the road of honor passed down from generation to generation, for paranoid and absurd loyalty…” Chen Feng threw away the tower shield and held the giant sword in both hands, like a towering mountain against the sword of Su Yulou. .

“Let the rest of your life become a useless stele.”

…

On the wall of the Chongsheng Gate in the south of Yanjing, the soldiers garrisoning the city defense suddenly became nervous when they saw someone approaching quickly with their sharp knife boots.

But when the figure of the incoming person gradually became clear, the city defense captain’s expression suddenly changed: “It is the general of Shixian Wuzhu and the chess step! He is seriously injured! Open the small door and let him in! Medical officer, go and call the medical officer over! “

When the captain of the city defense took the medical officer down, he saw the majestic general Kinki lying in the arms of the sergeant with more air and less breath. Abruptly poached away. The wound was dripping blood, and it seemed that running back had exhausted all his strength.

“General Bu, the medical officer is here, don’t worry about—”

“Do not……”

The captain of the city defense stared blankly, but he found that Moqi didn’t care about his injury at all, his pupils couldn’t match the focus, and he seemed to be immersed in his own memories.

“General Bu, what are you talking about?” the city defense captain asked: “Are you trying to talk about the enemy’s intelligence?”

“Yes, no… it’s not…”

Suddenly, it was like touching a switch, and the look of the game went into hysterical madness, struggling and roaring regardless of the injury!

“not human!”

“He is not a human!”

“Don’t come! Don’t come! Don’t…”

Seeing such a gaffe, the sergeants looked at each other, but they didn’t think much about it. They only thought that Shixian Wuzhu might have been injured by the monster in the night of the demon.

At the same time, on the hillside ten miles away from Chongshengmen, a heroic man with glasses was looking at Yanjing on the horizon. He doesn’t look like a warrior, more like a scholar.

A young military officer dancing with a stick approached him later and asked with a smile, “Why let him go?”

“Before the war, rumors and fear were the best pioneers. However, I seemed to be too heavy.”

“It’s amazing, you can make mistakes.”

“Ten miles away is the core of Huiyao, the pinnacle of power, the accumulation of thousands of years of history, and the convergence of the beliefs of the people. When I think that Yanjing is within reach, even I will inevitably get a little gaffe.”

“So.” Yin Guyue asked: “Are you going to Beijing? The headhunter can’t wait.”

Lan Yan turned around and looked at the tens of thousands of soldiers with banners like rain and soldiers like forest.

“Tell Chai Xin Headhunter, the more this time, the more calm you must be.”

Lan Yan said: “Mr. Xia said to wait for the Allied Forces of the Three Districts in the north, then we will wait.”

…

Yan Jing, the seventh floor of the Platinum Tower, the two are not the strongest, but they are definitely the most special young people facing each other.

“Using the relics of the saints can change the characteristics of the gods, turning it into a power weakened, but at a lower cost, and even make the holy sword used by people of foreign surname shine…”

Cha Shiyin grabbed Le Yu’s left wrist, clicked on his saint relic bracelet, shook his head and put it down: “What do you think the saint relic was made for?”

Although he didn’t want to admit it, Le Yu clearly realized in his heart that the saint’s relic might be really useless.

In this world, the Sacred Sword Glory is equivalent to a strategic nuclear bomb that destroys the world. It is not only amazing in power, but also extremely costly-it will consume the life of the ruler.

There is a great horror between life and death, and the most difficult life is death. Therefore, if it is not a last resort, no emperor will be willing to activate the holy sword Huiyao to play, even if it is a last resort, the emperor would rather look for other methods.

In all fairness, the emperor did not hate the violence that destroyed the world, but hated the violence that he had to manipulate himself! Although the sacred sword’s brilliance bound the blood, the Ming imperial family lasted for thousands of years, but people always wanted more. The emperor not only wanted to continue to control the holy sword, but also wanted to use the holy sword at no cost!

At least the price cannot be oneself.

However, the Holy Sword Huiyao is a supernatural weapon that transcends the times. The emperors of the past have not studied it much, let alone erased its side effects. Moreover, the holy sword Huiyao is a family heirloom after all, and the royal family is also afraid that the holy sword will be broken.

As for studying how to give the Holy Sword Huiyao to outsiders, it is even more undesirable. People are selfish. The blood binding of the Holy Sword Huiyao means that the Ming royal family is the eternal royal family. The only talent feature.

According to this idea, the royal family has only one choice: to create a magic weapon with some of the power of the sacred sword, which can be used by people of other surnames, and it is better to be controlled by the sacred sword.

The craftsman who made the magic weapon will definitely scold his mother when he sees the colorful and black request of Party A.

Thinking about it this way, the saint’s relic has all these unreasonable requirements: not only can it be used by outsiders, but the holder must first touch the body of the magic weapon if it wants to transform it into another magic weapon.

In other words, when the emperor needed to slash people, he would send his cronies to take charge of the saint’s relics, let him touch the holy sword, and then the cronies could brandish the counterfeit and smash everything.

Even if the cronies suddenly turn against the water, they are not afraid, after all, counterfeit products cannot beat the genuine ones; as for the loss of the saint’s relics, it’s okay, because people who haven’t touched the holy sword can’t copy the fakes.

However, it turned out that the relics of the saints went to the people and were not in the hands of the royal family.

Speaking of this, Leyu has actually had a question before: why the sacred soldiers are spread all over the world, not to mention that the warlords and assassins have them. Even the barbarians have the phantom soldiers, and the royal family is in favor of enemies. NS?

But when I think about it carefully, I understand: After all, magic weapons are tools, and tools need people to use, but people have selfish intentions.

Of course, the royal family did not want to lose the magic weapon, but the emperor could not go to battle himself, so naturally he had to entrust the magic weapon to his credit. There are two situations here: after the cronies finished their work, they ran away with the buckets of the magic soldiers and flew far away; or the cronies didn’t want to run away, but other people looked at the magic soldiers and stabbed them on their backs, and ran away when they robbed them.

So what about hiding the magic weapon? The same is useless, after all, the Shenbing warehouse is also to be guarded, as long as someone intervenes in the joints, there must be loopholes.

Over time, the magic soldiers naturally disappeared among the people. However, this is not a one-way flow. After all, the ceremonies required to activate the magic weapons are obvious, and many magic weapons holders will also take the initiative to expose them. Will live very arrogantly.

Sometimes the imperial court would reclaim the **** soldiers, and after reclaiming them, they would be lost to the people. There was once a dynasty that the emperor collected half of the magical soldiers, and even formed a “Shenbing Division” for this purpose, and sent the magical weapons holders to chase the magical soldiers. Roll away.

But in the final analysis, it is actually that the royal family doesn’t pay much attention to magic soldiers.

It’s not that the royal family doesn’t care about magic weapons, the royal family cares a lot, but there is no perfect program for magic weapons. No matter how you stop, chase, and intercept, the magical soldiers will be lost, and it is not worth wasting energy on them.

Moreover, the Holy Sword Huiyao suppressed the common people, and the magical soldiers did not threaten the royal family. In the Chengping era, the royal family didn’t need so many magical soldiers, so naturally they didn’t care. On the contrary, they are the sacred soldiers who live among the people, and they will basically set off a **** storm, and invisibly can be regarded as helping the court to solve a lot of social idlers.

However, the status of different magic soldiers in the hearts of the royal family is different. Like the magical soldiers and flying boots, once they are lost, they will inevitably be pursued by the whole country, and they will not hesitate to die. There are two reasons. One is Flying boots are indeed very practical. On the other hand, all emperors want to fly freely in the sky.

Who didn’t have a dream of flying when he was young?

Flying boots are enough to show that the royal family has the power to monopolize a certain **** soldier. Therefore, the relics of the saints belong to the people and are held by the Morrowind Ding family, which can only explain one problem-the royal family does not care about the relics of the saints.

The reason for not caring is also ready to come out-the saint’s relic that can’t replicate the radiant power of the holy sword is just an interesting toy, not even as important as flying boots.

“You have also seen the list of magic weapons, don’t you feel strange about the name of the saint’s relic?”

Cha Shiyin suddenly changed the topic: “There are two ways to name the gods, one is based on their function, such as Phantom Knife, Blood Essence Stone, Golden Hand, and Crazy Mask; the other is based on the poetic description of appearance, such as disputes. Veil, Purple Grudge, Overlord Butterfly…”

“The name of the saint’s relic is neither a functional name nor a poetic description.”

Cha Shiyin stretched out her lanky fingers and raised the blood-red hair in Le Yu’s ear: “It’s from his manufacturing process.”

“Although the Twelve Extreme God Weapon was made by Lie Zong, the whole process has gone through the three dynasties of Lie Zong, Wen Zong, and Zhao Zong. Because of its difficulty in manufacturing, the relic of the Saint is the last one made.”

“The original code name of the saint’s relic was called’fake~www.mtlnovel.com~~ When Wen Zong was young, the counterfeit began to be forged, but when Wen Zong was very old, the counterfeit was still not completed and could not reach its ideals. Goal: Become a fake for the glory of the holy sword.”

“So Wen Zong believed that as the ancestor of the divine weapon, the holy sword Huiyao could not copy the counterfeit at all. The only way to copy is to make the counterfeit genuine.”

“How to make the counterfeit genuine? That is to let the counterfeit drink the flesh and blood that the Holy Sword Glory has soaked through. He thinks so, and did the same-Wen Zong, who has been in the wind, exhausted his last vitality to brandish the Holy Sword Glory. Yao, then jumped into the furnace and became part of the fake.”

Le Yu: “He failed?”

“He succeeded and failed.” Cha Shiyin said calmly: “He succeeded, and the counterfeit can indeed replicate the holy sword Huiyao; he also failed, because as he said, the holy sword Huiyao cannot copy the counterfeit.”

Le Yu frowned slightly, obviously not understanding the riddle of the tea world. Cha Shi faintly smiled: “You have witnessed the process of two Holy Sword Huiyao being summoned. You should know that unless someone deliberately summoned it, Holy Sword Huiyao is invisible and does not exist.”

Leyu faintly realized something, “So, when no one is calling, the fake can become a genuine product.”

“The correct answer.” Cha Shiyin said: “But when the sword master summons, the counterfeit is only a fake, and the holy sword Huiyao will return to the sword master.”

“Even if you get the fake, if you don’t get the approval of the holy sword Huiyao, you won’t be able to exert any power.”

“In other words, the fake is just a scabbard.”

“A kaleidoscopic scabbard.”

“A scabbard dedicated to the emperor.”