Even though the ravages of time and old wounds made him hunched over, Tayanali stood in front of her like a mountain. The war between the Sun's bloodline, though others call it a different, darker name, had taken a heavy toll on her kind, but she was not afraid of him.

Sometimes, he could feel a glimmer of pity from her.

Other times, it was a feeling of impatient contempt.

She placed a small, smooth hand on his massive beastly palm, "You're still a Celestial warrior, Tayanali," she said. "Let them remember the power that the Celestial warriors represent, and you will win their support."

"What if they don't listen?"

She said with a smile. "It's easy, you kill them all."

His carriers were all waiting for him in the antechamber in the dunes. They were once empresses and rulers of the mortal empire, but they all took their swords and swore allegiance before the invincible legions of Tayanali.

It is better to fight alongside the Celestial warriors than to be enemies and crushed.

Before he could reach him, Tiushpa bent down and bowed, her arms muscular, covered in tattoos and tied with jade rings. As the freshest blood, she is rebellious, but loyal. Shope is a desert dweller whose lineage dates back to the time of King Azr. When she saw him, she immediately slammed into the ground with the hilt of her spear. Her shaved scalp was cut into a net, with gold beads nailed to each raised node.

Idri-Mi, proud and stout, lifted his tomahawk to his shoulders; A double-edged axe is heavier than most people's weight limit. She was the Empress from the East, and her Queen Mother and Queen Mother had fought for him. Her skin was as pale as ivory, and her long black hair was endened with silver hooks.

Tayanali stood in front of the three female warriors.

They weren't his bodyguards; He didn't need inferior creatures to protect himself. Their true role was to serve as a symbol of his god's will, to prove that he could make the proud warriors who came with murderous intent willing to be at his disposal, and that the warriors were really good enough to hurt him.

His brothers and sisters, who had once been close to him, also brought their own life carriers, but none of them were as brave as those under his command.

Even so, none of these female warriors dared to look him in the eye as he spoke. The gaze of the gods in heaven is equivalent to death.

"I've seen many people in my hundreds of years on earth, but you will be my last." Tajanali finished his sentence and began to scan everyone's faces, looking for subtle emotional reactions. But years of service have helped them kill this weakness of emotion. So when the words were finished, they were all as indifferent as the scattered stone statues in the dead city. "It will be so, as sure as the patience in your eyes, as the nightmare in my head, and I can see it very clearly every time Maisha's panacea wears off. You're all loyal, but you're all hungry for me to die. ”

Did Tiushpa's eyes flicker? In the past, he would bite off the flesh and reveal his bones when he saw such a gaffe, but his appetite for slaughter had waned over the past few hundred years.

"I don't blame you," he continued. "My race brings you nothing but death and fear. Once upon a time, the Sun's bloodline saved the world at a terrible cost, but now we have personally pushed the world to the brink of ruin. Too long has passed since the glory of the Ascended Order, and all has been buried by our conquests, lost to your mortal fleeting memories. ”

The last few words came out with a bitterness that only he and his countrymen could taste repeatedly, for only they knew it was self-inflicted. Pride and conceit, war-torn hearts, and ancient battles were forged into blades that cut the chains of their duties.

Tayanali exhaled with a shudder. For more than a thousand years, he had suppressed this moment, but now that it was time to come, he knew that there was nothing to be afraid of death.

"If you survive this night, you will be free at dawn tomorrow. When the sun rises, come back to your people and tell them what is happening here. He turned his head, "Maisha, are you all ready?" ”

"Yes. They are all waiting in the Grand Circle Theater. ”

Tajanali nodded. "Let's put an end to this."

This place was not originally a circular theater. It used to be the great market of Nerima Raksha, but Tayanali's slaves dug it out of the desert and shaped it with magic, and the sand melted into glass under the intense heat. Now the place is full of brown crystals, like a volcanic crater of smoky black, sea green and extraordinary rainbows. The surface of the glaze absorbs the soft moonlight and reflects it into an ethereal white curtain.

Tajanali walked through a bold arch shaped like a storm that was frozen in a moment. The air in the arena immediately became tense and heavy, just like the atmosphere that should be felt when the gods gathered their armies.

Tens of thousands of humans, both men and women, filled the steps of the circular theater, and the adherents of the respective Celestial warriors gathered below. No one showed their white blades, but everyone was ready to draw their swords for a bloody carnival, and only listened to the orders of their gods.

Tayanali's torch-like gaze swept over his sun-blooded compatriots, who had once been brothers and sisters, and whose bond with responsibility had been indestructible, but what had proved to be as easily shatterable as glass. Their bodies had been reforged by an unimaginable force that came from a realm beyond mortal comprehension, carving their mortal flesh in a way that living beings could not imitate.

But our minds are still mortal, he thinks silently, and is surprisingly fragile.

There was understanding in Sephix's gaze. Yoshioka Tus exuded a dazzling disgust. Su Yuyan's contempt was smoking. At that time, it was Su Yuyan's battle axe that seriously injured Tayanali on the banks of the Kehari River. The turtle-like warrior spat at his feet, watching as Tayanali staggered to the middle of the Ring.

Shabeka and Shabeck didn't lift their eyelids, and the twin seers, covered in ravens and black feathers, were engrossed in divination with their delicate knuckle bones. Varieva's gaze on Tayanali was full of haughty disdain, exactly like her brother, the only old comrade who was absent but thankful for him.