When Hetus was thirty years old, Heratul's national power reached a peak in his hands. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not only did he annex a country, but he also used various means to occupy more territory and people.

Under his leadership, one by one the wild people were conquered by him, and there were even indigenous kingdoms established by the wild people, all of which were annexed by him one by one.

When Heratul was thirty years old, a large number of warriors hovered over his land, bringing him rich taxes and booty.

The law had already taken shape, and Heratul was loved by the people of the country, who regarded him as the only king.

On the other hand, he organized some of the strong slaves into an army, promising them a free identity and land if they made a meritorious service, and allowed them to buy their families. A large number of cheap slaves were formed into an army, and although they were not as strong as the strong legions of professional soldiers, they were definitely elite.

By all means, Hertus has managed his country with great relish, which is definitely a remarkable achievement compared to the surrounding countries that are mired in war and famine.

By the time he was thirty years old, he had set his sights on a foreign country again, and a battle had begun again.

During a rebellion in his domain, he seized the opportunity to wreak havoc on the other party's domestic forces and annihilate them in a matter of months.

The tiger opened its fangs, and this kind of deterrence naturally greatly frightened the surroundings, making them afraid that Hetus would put their next target on them.

Under this fear, they instinctively want to unite in order to gain a little sense of security.

Hertus didn't give them a chance.

He led his army all the way forward, and in a short time he broke the army sent by a great power in front of him, and his voice resounded throughout the land.

Soon, the chaos of the wasteland began again, and the few small kingdoms that had survived in the cracks were swallowed up by Heratul, and his actions shocked the entire wasteland.

Then there was another chaotic war, and several great powers, sensing the crisis, began to unite and attack Heratu, and the flames of war continued to burn on the land.

Blood and fire were splashed everywhere, and after a long time, the originally chaotic wasteland was finally pacified by one person.

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"Long live King Hetus!"

A cheer resounded through the earth, and there was a faint tremor.

In this place, Hetus stood on top of the newly built altar and looked down at the people below.

At this time, he was already in his forties, and the years had left traces on his face and terrifying scars on his body.

His face is handsome, still with the fortitude and decisiveness of his youth, even if he is in his forties at this time, but he still does not change his charm and that majestic appearance, which is heartbreaking.

"It's been more than 20 years..." Hetus looked at the ground in front of him, watching his people cheer, and his heart suddenly changed.

In this world, forty years old is almost like entering old age. And the almost uninterrupted campaign for more than 20 years also made him feel haggard.

He has always liked to command in person, and even charged into battle many times when the war was in danger, to boost the morale of his soldiers. More than 20 years have passed, although there has been endless glory and victory, it has also brought countless dark wounds, and combined with his age, it is enough to make people feel a sense of sadness.

In fact, according to normal people, he would not be able to stand up at this time, but he is still tall and straight, and even handles a large number of government affairs every day as in the past.

On either side of the altar were the armies that accompanied him through countless battles, including former slaves, nobles and savages, but this was no longer important.

In fact, now, the armies that accompanied Hertus would become the nobles and landlords of the new kingdom. The long war brought them a large amount of land and slaves, and each veteran was a landowner, enough to support a family.

On the other side of the altar, the officials of the kingdom were standing, a teenager in fine dress in the center.

This is the child of Hetus and the sole heir to the current kingdom.

According to normal speculation, King Hetus, who is now approaching the age of fifty, is undoubtedly entering his old age and has not much time left. When King Hetus dies, his children will undoubtedly succeed him as the new masters of this vast kingdom.

Even Hertus himself thinks so, so he has high hopes for his children.

He turned and looked at the newly built altar, just as he had done when he ascended the throne at the age of eighteen.

The long battle, the bright red blood stained Hetus's body, and he felt more and more powerless.

It was a dark wound from a long battle, and at this time, his body began to age and explode, making him feel more and more powerless, as if he was only the last bit away from the final line.

"Great Lord of the World, please bless my soul. ”

He slowly raised his right hand over his left chest and began to pray.

But he didn't know that in the place where he couldn't see, wisps of purple qi were still condensing, coiling around his body, and at this time, as he grew older, not only did not decrease, but the speed of accumulation became faster and faster.

At this time, after decades of conquest, the wasteland where Heratul was located had been completely unified by Hetus, and the remaining lands were either unsuitable for cultivation or too expensive to conquer to be worth the labor.

Under the rudimentary communication conditions of the ancient society, the territory that a country can effectively rule is actually limited, and after reaching a limit, even if it expands, it will become bloated, the cost of rule will increase, and even some rule will not be possible.

This is the case in this wasteland at this time. The wilderness is vast, and has only been pacified for a few years, and the people in the country come from a variety of sources, from conquered other countries, to slaves and wild people. Naturally, these people can't get along too well, even if they don't pose much of a threat under Hetus's suppression, but they also do something from time to time to make the kingdom unable to rule well.

This greatly increased the cost and energy required to rule, and also caused Hetus to withdraw his eyes from the outside world and put it at home.

As time passed, Hertus began to grow old like an ordinary person.

His body is aging day by day, like a normal old man, but it is strange that he has never died, and even has the energy to deal with affairs.

At first, the people, though surprised, did not care, and only thought that their king had an ordinary longevity, and did not find anything strange.

But as time went by, groups of people continued to grow old and die, but their king still existed, and despite aging, there was no sign of dying of old age, which shocked countless people again and again.

When Hetus was eighty years old, even his children, the former prince, were fifty years old, and they looked very old, and they were so tired from his father's long assistance in government affairs that he could barely walk.

This is the real reaction of an ordinary person. In this world, because of the limitations of basic and medical conditions, the system often leaves a bunch of problems for the body after the decline of the system at the age of 30, and the older you get, the weaker your body becomes.

But Hetus is still like that, even though he is very old, eighty years old is definitely rare in this world, I dare not say unique, but it is also absolutely unusual. What's even more commendable is that even at the age of eighty, Hetus's aging body still has the energy to handle government affairs for a long time, hardly like an old man.

And in the winter of that year, a heavy snow fell over the entire wasteland. The king of Heratul, the eighty-year-old Hetus, personally sent his children away.

He looked at his child's corpse with a sad face, and was a little silent.

Strictly speaking, dying at the age of fifty is definitely not an early death in this era. But compared to Hetus, who is still alive, it is naturally short-lived.

Hetus looked haggard by boiling his son to death, but this was far from the end.

Thirty years later, when Hetus was one hundred and ten years old, his grandson died of the same old age, and was already in his sixties when he died. But Hetus was still alive, and though his appearance had become older, the majesty had grown stronger and stronger, and it was too great to look at him directly.

The world began to marvel at the longevity of their king, believing that it was the longest-lived king of all time, blessed by the Lord of the World.

"What is the end of death?" said the elderly Hertus to himself in the palace, looking at the corpse of his grandson and feeling the soul in it disappear and pass away.

There was no sadness on his face, just a trace of sadness in his heart, and a kind of numbness.

Since he was a child, he had a gift for sensing the soul of life. As he aged, this talent grew stronger, and by now it had reached a terrifying point.

But the long time had numbed him, and by now, the warriors who had accompanied him in his battles had long since passed away one by one, and even his own sons and grandsons were consumed by him and sent to the grave himself.

The death of familiar people brought short-term sadness and long-term loneliness, and now, the people he once knew no longer existed, and one by one he personally watched them leave.

And along with all this, his mind became more and more calm, or even numb.

He has witnessed death one by one, and his powerful sense of power has given him the unique gift of sensing the deaths of those around him and witnessing it all for himself.

And the myth of King Hetus is still alive and well.

Ten years, fifty years, one hundred years・・・・・・・

More than 2,000 years have passed, and Hetus is still not dead. His kingdom thrived on the original wasteland, built a prosperous kingdom, and even conquered the surrounding mountains, seas, and alien races, swallowing pieces of land.

And Hertus was called the Immortal King by his popular mythology.