This is a middle-aged man about forty years old, with a white face and a slight black beard, and his appearance is faintly similar to that of the fallen Anzhi Emperor Suleiman Klimov, but slightly younger than Klimov, and his face is slightly softer, although he has been dead for a long time, but the body is very well preserved, without the slightest sign of decay, and even still soft, not stiff.

"The strength of this person in front of him is at least around the first level of the Great Ri-level Venerable, so he can keep his body incorruptible and moist like an ordinary person within a hundred years after his death, looking at his appearance, and then looking at what he wears, it should be the royal nobles of the Anzhi Empire, and it is even very likely that after the fall of Suleiman Klimov, the new emperor in charge of the Anzhi Empire, but this person is also considered to be short-lived, and he died here less than half a year after becoming the emperor of a country. ”

Sun Fei sighed slightly.

"Well, what is this?"

Next to the corpse, under the armrest of the throne, Sun Fei suddenly saw a thin book, slightly messy, as if it had fallen from the corpse's hands.

I picked it up and unfolded it, and I found that there were a lot of things densely recorded on it.

"Well, it's a diary, and it says...... It is recorded that the process of the rise and fall of the Anzhi Empire...... "Sun Fei glanced at it roughly, and was immediately attracted by the content recorded above, and couldn't help but read it!"

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My name is Suleiman Donodev, the prince of the first-class empire of the Anzhi Empire, who is naturally respected, has a high position, is the pride of heaven, and is loved by thousands of people.

Unfortunately, when I was three years old, my mother died suddenly and without warning.

From that day on, I seemed to feel that everything around me was quietly changing.

The number of times my father appeared in front of me became less and less, and the number of times I was able to see him became less and less, and most of the maids around me were taken away, leaving only two palace maids to take charge of my daily life, and those who used to tell me jokes and stories around me no longer appeared...... It was getting colder and colder in the palace, and I was scared.

Luckily, I also have an older brother.

His name was Suleiman Klimov, a strong and wise boy, seven years older than me, but like a real man, he held up a quiet sky for me.

If it weren't for him, I would have died a long time ago, the poisoned wine at the fourth-birthday party, the accidental fall on horseback for the first time at the age of seven, the assassin when I was learning to sword at the age of nine, and the assassination of the little girl who had been accused of being my wife since I was a child......

Every time, it was my brother who saved me.

Although, his situation is not much better than mine, or even worse.

Many times, I have seen that the guards carried the seriously injured brother to the priest for treatment, if he hadn't been in time, he would have died, the most dangerous one, the brother after mistakenly eating the pastry given by the new queen who was my father's favorite, suddenly foamed at the mouth, fainted in the restaurant, and no one paid attention to him for a whole day and night, and those guards and priests also knew where they went, I frantically sent people to look for it, but they couldn't find it.

In the dimly lit dining room, I spent a whole day and a night with my brother.

That time, I thought I was going to lose my brother who loved me the most.

Fortunately, with the blessing of the god of light, on the third day, when the sun shone through the cracks in the window lattice, my brother finally opened his eyes.

In an instant, the injuries in his body were completely healed.

He came back to life.

It was since then that my brother has changed.

He still loves and cares for me, but I can feel that the young man who used to be strong and optimistic, who would accept even if he was treated unfairly, and who was kind and kind to the guards and court maids, seemed to be gradually disappearing, and became vicious, violent, irritable, irritable, and often beaten and scolded...... Of course, the most important thing is that he, who was originally gifted, suddenly showed an incredible talent in the cultivation of Flame Fighting Qi.

Only I know all this.

The elder brother rarely shows his talent in front of outsiders.

However, he would secretly teach me some martial arts.

My talent is very good, and I enter the realm very quickly, but I can never catch up with my brother, and the more my strength improves, the more I can feel the huge gap between me and my brother, and the existence of the terrifying and terrifying power hidden in my brother's body.

Later life brows too big waves.

Over the course of more than a decade, my brother and I have suffered several dangers, but they have all been easily resolved by him.

Our lives are slowly getting better.

It wasn't until I was eighteen years old at the coming-of-age ceremony that my brother suddenly did something extremely crazy, he killed his father's favorite new queen with a sword under the watchful eyes of all the royal nobles, and then killed all the successes of the new queen's family one by one, as well as eleven aristocratic ministers who had always stood in the camp of the queen's group.

It was also on that day that I realized how terrifying the power in my brother's body was.

Although his father, who was already old and unconscious, was furious like a hungry lion and roared to kill his brother, in the end, his brother got everything he wanted—the position of prince, the allegiance of the nobles, and the right to the army and finances, because his strength was so terrible that no one could suppress him, and the few extremely strong people in the empire were not willing to fight against such a genius.

From that day on, the empire was under the control of his brother.

It was also on that day that An Zhiren embarked on the road of conquest.

"Writing your surname on the throne of other empires and making the entire continent tremble and worship at your feet, this is what a true emperor should do!"

My brother often said that to me.

Eight years later, the elder brother was officially recognized by the Holy See, accepted the coronation of the Holy See, inherited the throne, and ascended the throne.

The army of An Zhi began to set out in all directions, burning, killing and looting.

The empire's territory is expanding at an unprecedented rate.

For the imperial family and nobles, this is naturally a good thing, the larger the territory of the empire, the more people under their control, the greater their power, the more money, slaves and people they get, the more vastness they get, and the higher their status in the entire northern region.

I don't care about that.

All I care about is that I see a smile on my brother's face less and less.

As the pace of imperial conquest became more and more tough, the elder brother seemed to be more and more emaciated—yes, haggard indeed, and it may be a bit ridiculous to use the word haggard to describe a scorching sun-level powerhouse with never-ending energy, but I can't think of any other word to accurately describe my brother's state.

What was it that confused him?

I don't know what my brother is after, but no matter what he does, I will support it 100 percent, and I practice like crazy just to be able to help him, even if it is for my brother, I am willing.

Until one day, I finally discovered the incredible secret behind my brother.

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Thirdly, thank you brothers for your support.