For a while, the sluggish shadow undead, the originally incomplete memory was actually in his mind, and he repieced together a complete picture that was still fresh in his memory......

Time turns, 10,000 years ago.

In the land of Shadow 6, where the hierarchy is so strict that it is pointed, because of the long-term competition between interests, the struggle between the commoners and the nobles has also intensified.

The plebeian faction is eager to fight for the seats of the powerful members of the plebeian class in the Imperial Cabinet Council, and to fight for some of the benefits that all ordinary people deserve.

The greedy aristocratic faction could no longer bear the demands of the plebeian faction, and they colluded with each other and began to frame the leaders of the plebeian faction, forcing their leaders to be imprisoned by the imperial powerhouses, and then finally secretly killed by the aristocratic faction.

After the death of the leader of the plebeian faction, the indignant civilians only dared to be angry, and soon the nobles officially issued an order for the relocation of the commoners, and these civilians were about to be driven out of the studio to live, and they were not allowed to return to the studio without permission for the rest of their lives.

This day is the day when the new Shadow Lord of the Shadow Empire, Anlia Kane, officially ascends to the throne.

Anya, who went to the Imperial Palace to attend the coronation ceremony held by the elders of the Shadow Clan, did not walk with the honor guards, but walked alone on the streets of the studio.

On the streets, people had already learned that the new Shadow King of the Empire was going to participate in the coronation ceremony and officially ascend the throne, so they all went to wait around the Imperial Square outside the Imperial Palace early, and they heard that the new Shadow King was a young boy, and they all wanted to take a closer look at what he looked like.

Anya, strolling through the streets, facing the upcoming coronation, and the throne of the Shadow King, he didn't have any special feelings, at this time, in his opinion, whether it was the Shadow King or an ordinary person, for him, it was just an identity, and it didn't have much meaning, he had been wandering for many years, and he just wanted to have a home.

"Get out of here, you damn filthy civilians, you bugs should have gotten out of the studios a long time ago. ”

"Let's go!"

"Today is the day of the coronation of His Majesty the new Shadow Monarch, and after sending you the last batch, we will go to watch the coronation ceremony later. ”

With a group of heavily armed soldiers, constantly waving their weapons and shouting and scolding, a large group of plainly dressed or ragged civilians, or carrying small bags or large boxes, slowly walked towards the gate of the studio under their rough pushing.

In the meantime, this scene has been repeated countless times on this street.

"Hey, are you climbing?"

"Are you so abrasive, do you want Your Majesty to pass by and see your poor slave's face!"

The young man who walked in the front, Cliff, was pushed back by a soldier next to him because he was walking too slowly with his mother, and he angrily insulted her.

Cliff glared at the soldier viciously, and when the soldier saw this, he immediately raised the whip in his hand and jerked it in Cliff's face.

Cliff firmly guarded his mother, closed his eyes tightly, and waited for the whip to be drawn head-on, and everyone behind him couldn't help but bow their heads and remain silent.

"Hey, boy, who are you, don't meddle with it!"

The expected whip did not fall, but the soldier's questioning voice rang out.

When Cliff opened his eyes, he saw a young man in purple in front of him, clutching the whip that was drawn in mid-air.

"Who am I, you ask?"

"Anlia Kane. ”

The young man looked at the soldier calmly and said indifferently.

The soldier heard the purple-clothed young man report his name, and felt a little familiar, but for a while, he didn't remember in his mind what the identity of the owner of this name was.

He was looking at the young man in front of him, guessing what his identity was, and just about to say something, he saw a large group of brightly armored guards not far from the young man.

The soldier took a closer look, and immediately felt shocked, although the hand that raised the whip was still hanging in the air, but even Anlia did not let go of his hand, because those who were coming quickly were all the Praetorian Guards of the Imperial Palace.

Before he could react from his distraction, the Praetorian Guard, who had arrived as a strong man with the appearance of a leader, came up and snatched the whip from the soldier that was still hanging in the air, and slammed it into his face.

"Great, great, spare your life!"

The soldier was whipped to the ground by the Praetorian Guard general, holding his head and begging for mercy, and he realized that the young man in purple might be a big man he couldn't afford to offend.

Grave and the civilians on the side all looked at each other, but when they saw the soldier who was fighting for the tiger being beaten, they also secretly applauded in their hearts.

"Huh, spare your life?"

"Do you know who is in front of you?"

"You actually dare to raise a whip at him, this is the new Shadow Monarch of the Empire, Your Majesty Anlia, you have lived enough, right?"

The general of the forbidden army continued to wave the whip in his hand vigorously while scolding angrily.

When the soldier holding his head on the ground heard this, his face was desperate, and he almost had the heart to die, he never expected that he would actually meet His Majesty the Shadow Monarch who was about to be crowned.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that Your Majesty took my whip yourself, this is really justified and there is nowhere to say!

As soon as Cliff and the other civilians in the back heard that the general of the Praetorian Guard said that the purple-clothed young man in front of him was actually His Majesty the Shadow Monarch who was about to be crowned, they all knelt down and saluted respectfully.

After all, even if they were civilians who lived in the studio, they might not be able to see the big names in those dukes and princes, let alone His Majesty the Shadow Monarch of the Empire, and they were about to move out of the city, so many people secretly looked at His Majesty the legendary young Shadow Monarch, eager to take a look before leaving.

Anya asked them to get up and asked Cliff in front of them, "The Imperial Plaza outside the Imperial Palace is about to be crowned, where are you going?"

When Cliff heard Anlia ask, he guessed that he might not know, and hurriedly replied respectfully: "Back to Your Majesty, we ......"

"We've been kicked out of the studio by the aristocratic faction, and the leader of our plebeian faction, Mr. Ryan Riel, has been imprisoned and murdered by them. ”

When it came to the murder of Ryan Riel, not only Cliff showed sadness, but also the civilians behind him also hid their faces and wept.

Ryan Riel, one of the greatest leaders of the plebeian faction, spent his life lobbying various aristocratic ruling classes in order to give many poor commoners hope for a better life, but in the end he was framed and imprisoned by the aristocratic faction, and finally killed.

For those nobles, there used to be a common man like Ryan Riel, but there was no example of him using his own life to fight for the benefit of the common people.

Ryan Riel has become the spiritual pillar of the plebeian faction, and it is also the fundamental reason why the plebeian faction has been preparing to move in recent years.

Originally, the civilian faction was quite honest, but since the leadership of Ryan Riel, they have become less obedient, and they still want to fight for the interests of the common people, which sounds like a joke to them, and the humble commoners should honestly accept their humble status and endure the slaughter.

They imprisoned and killed Ryan Riel, and then issued an order for the relocation of civilians, trying to drive all the civilians out of the studio before Anlia's coronation, but they didn't expect the last group of civilians to meet Anlia on the way to escort them.

Anya was furious when she heard Cliff crying that Ryan Riel had been murdered by the nobles.

When Anlia was still wandering, she saw Ryan Riel give a speech among the common people, calling on the common people to unite and fight for the interests of the common people.

At that time, the young Anya scoffed at Ryan Riel's remarks, and in his opinion, the commoners were powerless and powerless, and even if there were many people, how could they fight against the aristocratic family, but later after he saw Ryan Riel running around for the benefit of the commoners, lobbying with various aristocratic classes, and helping every commoner with all his heart, he couldn't help but change his mind.

In one of his speeches, Ryan Riel said to the countless civilians below: I know that class divisions are eternal, and that he is indispensable and inevitable.

But the aristocratic faction certainly has its reason for existence, and we commoners also have their own value of existence, and this value does not allow us to be oppressed and enslaved by the aristocratic faction by nature.

We commoners are as important as the aristocracy, we do not seek to live like the aristocracy, but we also get the freedom and dignity we deserve, which is the fundamental reason why we must fight for the interests that belong to our commoners.

We firmly believe that the reason why the Shadow Clan has lasted for a long time, and the reason why the Shadow Empire can be proud of the world in Shadow 6, is absolutely inseparable from our civilians.

Although Ryan Riel was taken away by the guards after his speech, he was eventually released because of his influence and fame among the common people.

In fact, Ryan Riel is not only a famous powerhouse in the Shadow Empire, but also an excellent spiritual master, but he has never tried to force those nobles to agree to his demands by force, but has tried to change the minds of those more enlightened nobles in a peaceful way through persuasion.

The young Anlia was also deeply touched by Ryan Riel's principled and tenacious fighting spirit, but he still strongly disapproved of Ryan Riel's approach.

"Mr. Lane, one of the few people I respect, I will not let him go to heaven, and I have deep regrets for the world. ”

Anlia calmed down and said with a blank face.

This murder of the leader of the Commoner Faction by the aristocratic faction deeply angered him, and it was true that he didn't have much interest in the Shadow Empire Emperor throne in the first place, but if this group of people didn't take him seriously at all, it would violate the taboo in his heart.

Ever since he was brought back by the old patriarch Ryan, the old man had taught him to cultivate and made him stronger, so that he had grown to a height that was almost as close to a god as he once only told in the stories of street wanderers.

From this moment on, he vowed never to live again under the auspices of others as before.

And the fact that these aristocratic factions engaged in such dirty methods before his coronation had deeply angered him, after all, he was once a wanderer and belonged to the ranks of commoners.

"Since I am the king, if those clowns dare to be disobedient, there is no need to continue to live. ”

Anlia murmured softly, her immature face revealing a fortitude and indifference that did not match his age.

The years of wandering and wandering as a child have already completely shaped the minds of his peers.

"Go, follow me to the Imperial Mall for the coronation, you are indispensable today. ”

Anlia looked at the civilians in front of her, who were still immersed in the murder of Ryan Riel, and spoke.

The civilians looked at each other, but still held on to hope, and followed Anlia towards the Imperial Forum.

Anya led the crowd towards the Imperial Forum.

"Anlia, why hasn't Your Majesty come yet?"

In the VIP seat of the Imperial Palace, a middle-aged man with a white and thin face asked.

Although Anlia was called His Majesty in his words, from his strange tone and disdainful eyes, it was not at all audible or invisible, that he had the slightest respect for Anlia, His Majesty, who was about to be crowned king.

"Your Majesty?"

"Originally, that position, if it weren't for Ryan's old guy holding on to the quota and not letting go, he would get a milky little hairy boy in the last round. ”

The young man beside the thin white man said without any scruples.

As he spoke, his eyes kept looking at the throne that symbolized supreme status on the high platform in the distance, and his greed and coveting did not hide it at all.

A glimmer of light flashed in the blood-colored eyes of the original white thin middle-aged man on the side, and he said jokingly: "Yo-yo-yo!"

"What's wrong? Shurton, do you feel unwilling?"

"I've heard that the candidate for this position is the most likely to be selected from your Dermond family, but even then...... I don't think it's your turn!"

Looking at the white thin middle-aged man's playful eyes and sarcastic ridicule, the young man called Xiutun turned red for a while, and said angrily: "Hax, pay attention to your words, I am not unwilling. ”

Of course he felt unwilling, but Hax was right, even if he really chose the Shadow King candidate from the Demont family in the end, it would definitely not be his turn, because there was still the demonic Lucifer above him.

That existence that can only be looked up to for a lifetime.

Ignoring Harks' playful gaze, Hughton's attention was drawn to the crowd of people walking slowly in the distance.

"Has Your Majesty finally arrived?"

"Well, I saw the Praetorian Guard. ”

"Hey, isn't the purple-clothed young man walking in front of him His Majesty Anlia?"

"Go ahead, I'll see!"

"If you look so handsome, that's for sure. ”

This is the discussion of the aristocratic ordinary citizens who are onlookers.

......

"Huh?"

"Why are there so many civilians behind them?

"That's right, didn't you say that the relocation order has been issued, they should have all gotten out of the studio, right?"

"Who gave them the courage to come to the Imperial Grounds?"

......

This was the discussion of the nobles in the VIP seats.

"Lord Duke, it's not good!"

"We were ordered to escort civilians to move out of the studio, and it was already the last batch, but we didn't expect it to ......"

"His Majesty Anlia suddenly appeared, stopped us, and brought them all ......"

A soldier hurriedly knelt in front of a white middle-aged man with a cold face, and said tremblingly.

"I've seen it, and—"

"Waste, you're too late. ”

As soon as the words fell, a touch of murderous intent flashed in the white middle-aged man's blood-colored eyes, and before the soldier kneeling on the ground could react, he turned into blood vapor and dissipated in extreme panic.

"I don't know, what does this little majesty of ours want to do?"

The white middle-aged man, with slightly open blood-red eyes, looked at the approaching figure and the immature face in the distance, and a bloodthirsty smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

ps: One more is offered

To be ...... To be continued......

Lewen