In the dimly lit royal palace, Al Hilal, wearing a crown on his head, stood in front of the Pasha with a kind smile.

"On behalf of the Almighty God Ahura, I give you a reward for your great achievements. Your loyalty and enthusiasm are enough to prove your love for the bright world, and you are my dear comrade-in-arms, a warrior loyal to our cause. You will have a red robe and a sword that I have given you, and you will become a first-class warrior. Bless you!"

With tears in his eyes, Pasha fell to his knees and said words of thanks. However, after a long time, when he looked up, he was surprised to see Al Hilal's face distorted by anger.

"But you have left me dead and devoured, and because of your negligence, the cause of light has been covered with dust. You will be punished, and this punishment will fall on your people. ”

Pasha was frightened, "No, no, how do you say that? You were just hurt by that woman, and you didn't die?"

"I am in the darkness," Al Hilal cried out in despair, "I am in the darkness! there is no light, no air, no voice, no one, except you." How did you say you got here, how are you going to leave, you're a traitor!" he roared, and the darkness around him surged like a tide.

"I'm not... Not a traitor. Pasha shook his head and struggled desperately, he felt that something was wrong. Where is this?

Of course, this is the illusion that Zhang Bai prepared for Pasha.

It didn't take long for them to learn quite a bit.

There is a so-called "prince", but it is very mysterious, and the situation is still unknown. I only learned that "Lord Wang" was not an official title, but an honorific title, not the Dharma King, but a higher existence than the Dharma King, and it was likely to be the leader of the entire Blood Nether Law Sect.

It is noteworthy that from the consciousness of the Pasha, a new situation was also learned. There is a Blood Sect King, with several of his men, who is in the Sassanid army to help Prince Shapur.

Some of his men, some of them, had already blended into the main force of the Parthian army, ready to respond to Ctesiphon's rebellion.

The spaceship turned, and Zhang Bai ordered the spacecraft to set off immediately and fly towards the lower reaches of the Tigris River.

The main force of Parthia, 20,000 heavily armored cavalry, was confronting Shapur, the prince of Sasani, on the plain of Omidzdagan.

The hot winds from the western desert carried the hot sand, and if it weren't for the river, it would have been deserted.

The military camps of both sides were built by the river, and neither dared to cross the river to the east, nor to enter the inhospitable desert westward.

The seemingly wide plain, in the middle of the river and the desert, is left with only a north-south channel. To the north is Ctesiphon of Parthia, and to the south is the entire hinterland of Sassanid Persia.

In the evening, when the sun was setting, Dad Hebone would always ride his horse around the barracks. Every day he looked worried, but every day when he returned to the camp, he looked full of confidence.

The Sassanid light cavalry had not moved for more than a month, and the attrition on both sides was the same, but the experience of Dadhebon told him that danger was gathering.

The situation in the national capital of Ctesiphon is suffocatingly tense.

There were two sources of news, one from the royal palace, both of which were good news, such as the rapid expansion of the king's guard. One is the worrisome news from the people, whether it is the mansion of the nobles or the king's guard, there are all rebels in the shadows.

Recently, there has been no news, and there has been no response from the people he sent to inquire.

The empire is like the sunset on this desert plain, crumbling.

The night was coming, swallowing up the plain little by little, the shadows were like the rising tide of the sea, and the generals in the confrontation, none of them noticed that the two black spots at the head of the tide were slowly expanding in the sky with the night.

By the time night had completely covered the plain, the fleet had landed, and was anchored on the quietly flowing Tigris River in the Omidzdagan plain.

After Zhang Bai interrogated Pasha, he accepted the Moon Realm Technique, but did not kill him or completely drive him crazy, because he felt that Pasha might still be useful.

He took out the red robe he had stolen from Ardashir from the tattoo chest, put it on, and then asked Ma Ge to spray some cold water to wake up Pasha.

The Pasha, who woke up from the dream, was in a state of complete confusion, and after a while, he began to understand the situation around him.

Fitted red robe, silver piping, leader, Han child.

What? He suddenly woke up, isn't this the red robe of Ahurama Alshidar? This symbolizes the identity of Ahurama, the attire of the sect leader, how could it be worn on the body of a Han child?

This must be a fake!

"You are a fake red robe, and if you dare to impersonate and desecrate Ahurama, you will be torn to pieces by the congregation. Pasha cursed viciously.

Zhang Bai said with a smile: "It seems that this dress does symbolize the identity of the sect leader, I advise you not to be prejudiced against us Han people, Han people can also join Zoroastrianism, and they can also be the sect leader, uh... Be an ahurama, isn't it?"

"Nonsense, I've never heard of a Han Chinese joining Zoroastrianism and being the leader? Hmph, you're thinking too beautiful!" Pasha scoffed at him, almost laughing.

"And let me tell you, ignorant Han Chinese child, the real Ahurama red robe is a unique treasure that protects the wearer, performs miracles, and punishes impostors like you, not a tailor's shop. ”

"Miracles, protection, punishment of imposters? It's funny how many features come with it. Zhang Bai said to himself with a grin. "Well, I'll show you the miracles. ”

Zhang Bai took off his red robe on the spot, and silently recited the order, allowing Bai Jinsuo to loosen his bindings.

He came to Pasha and handed over the red robe in his hand, "You can wear it and try it on!"

Pasha had been tied up for almost a whole day, and he was still numb when he let go of his hands and feet, and he didn't know what Zhang Bai meant, and he was a little surprised.

"Put it on, didn't you just say that this is a fake Ahurama red robe? Zhang Bai said.

"I... This... Fake, of course ... But how can I fit it in my child's size?"

"Don't make excuses, I'll throw you off the ship and smash you into meatloaf if you don't wear it. ”

Pasha didn't know that the ship had landed, he looked at the red robe, it was just a dress anyway, it wasn't a big deal. He nodded, but his hands and feet remained numb and unable to move. Zhang Bai didn't mind, so he tried to put the robe on Pasha with his own hands.

Zhang Bai was only thirteen years old, and the size of the red robe was obviously very unsuitable for Pasha's figure, and he couldn't wear it at all. Zhang Bai thought about it and let him put on a sleeve first.

The red robe suddenly squirmed, its size growing little by little, and its sleeves becoming more and more fitting. Pasha's eyes widened in surprise and he became short of breath. Zhang Bai put the other sleeve on Pasha's arm as well, then wrapped the robe in front of him, and took half a step back.