Looking at the high-speed rotation of the water, and the little emperor whose eyes gradually changed from hideous and distorted to empty and lost, the excitement in Luo Heng's heart could not be suppressed.

Under the unconscious collision of water and flames, the crimson throne of the Flame Empire seemed to appear in front of him, and the faint seductive aura revealed from the few golden gems on it.

"It's just one step away. Luo Heng said happily in his heart, still standing in place, although this represents a little danger, he still wants to see this moment with his own eyes.

Perhaps, he didn't really want to see the little emperor's shattered body, or the appearance of being burned and melted by ice and fire, in this era when everyone is for desire, he will not be stingy with anyone's body, even life.

"Luo Heng, you traitor!" the little emperor who was trapped in the water looked at Luo Heng strangely sideways, and said, "Do you really think you can control this empire? Joke, you are just a poor person bound by desire." You can't replace me, and the water can't quench the flame. The demonic power of the flame in my hand is enough to resist everything, do you think that I only have the power of the flame? You've forgotten that old proverb. ”

"What...... Proverb?" Luo Heng wondered, staring at the little emperor who was wrapped in the water, and felt a throbbing in his heart.

Throbbing of fear.

"The dragon chases the man, and the man looks at the dragon. The little emperor sneered, his confused eyes suddenly constricted inward, and the surging demonic power in his hands could no longer be suppressed, and he rushed towards the crystal clear, cold water ball.

"He's going to break free, restrain him, don't give him a chance!" Luo Heng ordered, taking advantage of the momentum to raise the firearm, staring at the sight with his right eye, ready to shoot the bullet into the little emperor's not strong and spacious chest at any time.

"Dragon God, fight for me. The little emperor shouted, and the flame in his hand quickly condensed inward, and with the last bit of the scarlet moon's afterglow, it was completely released on a small site.

It's like the moment of the void before the creator created the starry universe, but it's more like the pair of red-hot eyes that are looking for a dream boy.

But it was most like a wheezing beast behind the stars and scarlet, staring at the prey in front of it.

Although he is alone, these people are the group that surrounds him.

"Your Majesty, I've run out of patience. I would have liked to leave you with some last bit of decency. At the very least, a complete body of the Emperor will prove our last loyalty to you, but unfortunately, you are no longer entitled to retain the last of your decency. Luo Heng turned his head angrily and continued to order:

"Now everyone, use the power of the magic source to condense the water and drown him inside. The others, join me in raising the fire and deliver the final blow to him. Once we win, the empire will be under our control, and you will get whatever you want. Coexist with the flames!"

Luo Heng's last sentence was an almost hysterical chant, and he didn't feel the slightest shame or disobedience when he used the military salute of the Flame Empire advocated by the Little Emperor.

"Coexist with the flames!" the surrounding soldiers shouted after Luo Heng, with eyes that were a little bloodshot from the night's sleep, holding the fire gun high, waiting for the final moment to come.

The blue magic source power started from the soldiers in front of Luo Heng and passed to the soldiers on both sides in turn. Like the new electric light of the Empire, it emits a bright, rippling light.

Then, at the shout of one of the soldiers, he, along with the others, slowly but forcefully raised his hands, and waited quietly to observe everything in the water balloon.

The little emperor's bright flame didn't have much effect, and even the small flame site didn't continue to spread outward. He just stared blankly at everything in his hand, allowing the balloon to lift upwards and suspend him from the top of the dragon relic altar, forming an eerie straight line between his body, the Crimson Moon, and the dragon's gate that exuded the scent of the dragon.

"Cohesion, water. One of the soldiers whispered, his hands changing from open to clenched into fists.

Suddenly, a whirlpool formed in the center of the current, and the swirling water around it quickly explored inward.

Buzz –

A slight sound crossed the ears of everyone present, and the blue magic source power brought by the water flow spread faintly outward like a ripple.

In Luo Heng's eyes, the little emperor's body was completely wrapped tightly by the flow of water, in addition to his limbs, his ears, his mouth, and even every corner of his body that could hold this liquid were all invaded and occupied.

And the flames in his body also seemed to have come to an end, drifting outward for a moment, turning into a few brilliant sparks, and then disappearing without a trace.

Under this change of light and shadow, Luo Heng, who was standing on the side, in addition to the extreme excitement and amazement of the power of the demon source, also had a little bit of mysterious, powerful and weird feelings about the power of the dragon clan, fire and water.

"Devouring...... Devoured?" Luo Heng muttered, looking at the body of the little emperor who was wrapped in the collapsed stream of water and had been twisted to the extreme, his steps seemed to be blocked by cold ice, and he didn't dare to move outward.

The wonderful and desirable Emperor Throne of the Flame Empire appeared in front of his eyes again, and this time it was different from before, in his eyes, a raging fire had already appeared on the throne, stronger than at any time and place in this Empire.

As if he was already in front of the throne, he only needed to simply stretch out his hand, hold on to the armrest with the pattern of a giant dragon's head, and simply sit down, and he could get the side that he had never dreamed about in his life.

The Luo family, in this era when the empire needs steam and wealth, cannot bring technology and prosperity to the empire like the Lin family, although they have an unparalleled sense of tolerance for Westerners, although this great empire that grew up in the East does not have. But they couldn't solve any of the empire's financial problems, and the 80,000 gold coins made of gold mined from the gold mines of Nanxi Province were like a dragon sword, cutting off any illusions the Luo family had about the empire.

If it weren't for the Lin family's dispute with the little emperor over the Longqing issue, they wouldn't have come to this point, and the prime minister's scepter was like the sword of Klidamus, which was not a good thing, but just a mysterious thing that sent a good and upright person to hell.

Click, click.

Luo Heng seemed to hear a sound that was very familiar but should not have appeared at this moment.

"The ice breaks?" Luo Heng guessed, pulling his consciousness back to reality and looking forward.

"He became ice and was accepting the fate of death. Luo Longming replied, standing respectfully beside Luo Heng.

"yes, it's going to be over. Luo Heng let out a long sigh, looked up and turned to the back, looking at the farthest point of the sky.

After a hellish night of karmic fire, the punishment inflicted on the imperial capital by the Heavenly Punishment Fire has come to an end. The charred body could no longer emit much bewildering smoke, and the raging fire no longer spread, but instead turned into a few scattered clusters of weak elves, twisted but gently jumping like slimes.

In the end, Luo Heng's gaze was fixed on the pitch-black sky where even the stars no longer existed.

It was the last darkness before dawn, and even the terrifying Scarlet Moon was completely hidden behind the clouds, and all that was left around their ground was the flickering light of torches, still providing a faint light breath.

However, just before Luo Heng could completely relax his consciousness and feel the arrival of the final victory, a bright flame rose from the center of the little emperor's body, which was gradually shattering.

In less than three seconds, the flame sprouted, grew, and extended outwards like a seed, gradually forming a flower as tall as a human being.

It stands straight upright, symbolizing the life of death, and the rebirth.

"It's the other side of the flower, attacking him. Luo Heng said, the tension in his eyes instantly spread to his whole body, "Yan Hai and Ye Gu are dying on this trick, we can't fail." Strangle it, kill him. ”

Under Luo Heng's hurried order, countless fireballs mixed with the sound of cutting through the air attacked the little emperor's body.

Click, click, click......

After two minutes of attack, the flower did not seem to be able to withstand the constant onslaught of this force, its light began to dim, and the branches began to wither.

When a corner of the sky of the entire imperial capital was torn open by the surging red light, the flower on the other side also turned into a sunflower under the first rays of the morning sun, and finally completely disintegrated, turning into a pool of blood with a strong stench, and finally disappeared.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister. "Food

Seeing that Luo Heng's eyes were still staring at the blood in front of him in a daze, Luo Longming quickly shook his body and continued:

"We succeeded, the little emperor died, he died. Finally, we don't have to follow the tyrant's orders. Master, you don't have to be frightened anymore, as long as you take Yanmeng to the Eastern Capital by train, we will become the only manipulators of this empire. The real future belongs to us. ”

"Yes, the future belongs to us. Luo Heng said firmly, patted Luo Longming's shoulder, looked around, and then shouted:

"We've won!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

The soldiers beside him shouted in unison, and some even aimed their guns high into the air, trying to empty the remaining ammunition in them.

"Now, Luo Longming. You are already the general of the new guard of the Flame Empire, and your new majesty will deliver this appointment to you in three days, and everyone here will be under your command for the time being, and I will be there when all of them are on the train. Luo Heng turned around and issued the emperor's first order to Luo Longming after his death.

"Yes, Prime Minister. Luo Longming knelt down on one knee and replied.

Less than ten minutes later, Luo Heng was the only one left in the huge altar, and with joy and excitement, he was still waiting for the last person who should arrive in the first minute after the light took over the entire sky.

Da, da.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the narrow passage, and the excitement on Luo Heng's face was like a glass full of water, about to overflow.

"Father!"

A feminine voice came from behind her.

"Are you still alive, my daughter?" Luo Heng said in surprise, his face in disbelief.

He was waiting for Ringu, but what he didn't know was that Ringu's body had been torn apart by the dragons, and had become a mess of rancid flesh that could no longer wriggle a bit. Luo Sijie in front of him was not the object he wanted to wait for.

Therefore, when Luo Sijie excitedly ran into his arms with a bloodstained face, he just smiled faintly and pretended to love, but the spare firearm on his waist behind him was held in his hand.

Bang!

The sound of the fire bolt was mixed with the soft expression on Luo Sijie's face distorted by pain and difference, and only a faint tear flowed from the corner of Luo Sijie's eyes, and then slipped from Luo Heng's arms, unable to make a sound again.

Finally, under the golden light of the early morning, under the scarlet blood of the little emperor's broken body, and the faint black smoke after the destruction of the imperial capital overnight, Long Qing came to an end.

......

Three days later, the eastern capital of the empire, inside the Dragon Palace.

Inside the steam-style Western-style palace that was different from the royal atmosphere of the old imperial capital, Luo Heng and the officials around him were kneeling to a child on the red throne on the stage.

After finishing, Luo Heng, the imperial prime minister wearing a dark purple style prime minister's robe, walked slowly forward with his head held high, and read out the edict of the new emperor's succession under the emperor's nod:

"The splendor of the empire will bless his master, and the glow of the flame will praise any apostle who believes in him. The Lord will also grant all that he has to the true heart, so that we can rejoice for the new throne, the beginning of the dragon era, a new era for the empire. I, Luo Heng, the prime minister of the empire, under the last photo of Emperor Yanmo above, canonized the new emperor Yanmeng to inherit the new emperor of the Yanhuo Empire. He is the supreme ruler, the administrator of the imperial armies, the guardian of the northern and western borders, and the sole owner of the country. Let us bless and pray for Him once again. Long live Your Majesty for eternity. ”

After speaking, Luo Heng walked down again, knelt on his knees, and performed the highest etiquette of the Fire Empire.

"Long live Your Majesty for eternity. The other officials knelt down and saluted.

"The last emperor was called Yan Mo, what a name for the occasion. I'm sure I, oh no, no one will dare to call me by my name after I succeed to the throne. "Yan Meng, oh no, the new emperor looked at the officials in front of him and thought, but his eyes looked at the pillar of steel on the side, and the new imperial guard with a fire gun pinned to the waist of the stage.

Everything in the future of this country still needs to be dealt with by him and Prime Minister Luo Heng.

Chaotic times have arrived, and no one here has ever thought like this.

......

A day later.

The ruins of the imperial capital have not yet been dealt with by the imperial army, and the ascension of the new emperor to the throne cannot delay the actions of those forces that are ready to move, after the rare sparrow flew by, a hand with blood stains and black dirt stretched out from the ruins of the previous imperial tomb.

After tentatively grasping outward, the hand saw that there was no more object, so it grabbed upwards with force, flicking the debris outward.

After a few struggles, the other hand, along with a bloodstained head, finally crawled out of the rubble.

He struggled tentatively to look at the first rays of the morning sun, and then touched his face vigorously.

After making sure that he was still alive, he smiled bitterly and walked towards the north of the ruins of the imperial capital without looking back.

He is Yegu.

There was another person who came out behind him, and apart from the crimson wings behind him, he was not much different from a normal teenager.

He is a dragon.

He tried to fly, but he didn't succeed, and after smirking, he also followed Yegu and walked towards the north of the empire.

......

Winter is approaching, and the autumn days in the imperial capital of the Flame Empire will not last more than three days.

After the flames of the imperial capital burned out, the first snowflakes were carried by the wind and fell on a golden leaf.

Next to the leaf was a black-skinned book with a dragon on it, lying silently, about to be covered in loess and snowflakes, still waiting for the humans with whom he was destined to visit.

The white snowflakes symbolizing death, combined with the scorching red breath of the setting sun behind them, mixed with the wind that almost blew away the soul, together constitute the apocalyptic scene under the ruins of the Heavenly Punishment that is about to disappear and no one wants to set foot again in this strange atmosphere.

......

Winter is coming, and the dragon era begins.

The dragon fire that had just been extinguished had finally been rekindled in some ridiculous sense.