Matar is already sixty or seventy years old, but the birth is quite late, the oldest one is only in his thirties, and the younger one is only in his twenties.

These three princesses have been raised in a strict royal education, and they have been raised with thunderous royal majesty on weekdays, but in the words of the old emperor Matar, they were all stunned.

In the primeval times, the West India Kingdom was the kingdom of the ancient fire god of a god-shattering god, and all the creatures here relied on the power of the ancient fire god to thrive, and this ancient fire god had an old enemy, called the black water god, the two fought for countless years, the black water god has always been helpless to the ancient fire god, and finally the black water god in order to defeat the ancient fire god, he took risks to the exotic demon to take power, and even did not hesitate to fall into the devil, in the final battle, the ancient fire god killed the black water demon god, but it was also an extremely tragic victory, and after that, the ancient fire god who exhausted his strength fell into a deep sleep。

The primeval fire god was asleep, the kingdom of God was sealed, and the ancient Western Indian kingdom turned into a wild Jedi, but in that wild land, countless creatures bathed in the blood of the primeval fire god gradually multiplied, and the most intelligent among them were the direct ancestors of the residents of the Western Indian country.

As time passed, some of these ancestors had a particularly strong flow of divine blood in their bodies, and they became the leaders of the ancestors' people, and these people were the ancestors of the Western Indian royal family.

With an incomparably stern expression, surrounded by surging flames, Matar's vicissitudes of voice seemed to penetrate through the ages, returning to the primeval era when the gods walked the earth and swayed glory, telling the endless charm accumulated in the vast time.

"The true people of the Western Indian Kingdom are all creatures born by the grace of the primeval fire god, and our Western Indian royal family is the son of the Holy Spirit born with the pure divine blood of the primeval fire god. ”

In the face of such an earth-shattering secret, after a long silence, the youngest third princess of Matar, Charina, said: "Father, is this setting a little too flawed. ”

Then the eldest princess Elizabeth mended the knife and said: "Father, I remember that our ancestors were actually rich merchants who fled from neighboring countries seven hundred years ago, and later when they were **** in the ancient West India, they led the people to fight, defeated the old West India and established the new West India." ”

The second princess Suzanne didn't say anything, but her eyes had already expressed distrust of Matar's words, not only his three daughters, but even the princes and ministers who were listening next to him all had expressions on their faces that you were challenging the lower limit of my IQ.

Matar squinted his eyes and stroked his beard, as if he was disdainful of these doubts, but in fact, he was already scolding in his heart, and he had a secret conversation with the primeval fire god before, in order to save the Western Indian Kingdom from danger, Matar agreed to the request of the ancient fire god in the name of the Emperor of the Western Indies, and let the Western Indian Kingdom become a dependent under his protection.

And how to implement such an agreement logically, naturally became something that Matar had to solve, and such a foolish rhetoric was actually the instruction of the primeval fire god, the situation was urgent, and Matar didn't think much about it, as soon as he came out of the study, he called everyone to say these lines, and then he was slapped in the face by his daughter for setting a loophole.

Now that he came to his senses, Matar himself felt that this statement was too big to justify himself, and he didn't have so much time to make up for the details little by little, and he was a little suffocated for a while, not knowing what to do next.

"My child, my messenger, my half-body! At this time, you need to keep in mind the essence of the will of fire! As long as you let go of the will of fire and embrace it, all difficulties are meaningless!"

The vastness and majesty reverberated in Matar's mind, echoing in his soul, as urging and teaching, and Matar was not surprised by the sudden voice of the soul, but asked:

"Will of Fire, please explain what the hell is going to do?"

"Hmph, confused fool! The power of fire lies in being indomitable, and the power of fire lies in burning all of it, and in the final analysis, it is the invincible momentum and courage! This is the true meaning of the will of fire! So, summon up your momentum, use your momentum to overwhelm a qiē, the details, the truth, the heir of the will of fire does not need to care about these at all!"

What's the difference between this and messing around, believe it or not, believe it anyway, I believe it?As for the will of fire upheld by the primeval fire god, Matar was a little crying and laughing, but it did not prevent Matar from acting according to his words.

And at this time, the scarlet fire in Matar's eyes bloomed brightly, it was terrifying, the three princesses, together with those princes and ministers, all found out that the old emperor was wrong, and the power was increasing every minute and every second, the smell of belonging to people gradually passed away, and the taste of belonging to "inhuman" became stronger and stronger, and they all wanted to ask Matar, but they couldn't speak out because of the growing power.

The tongue of fire was scorching, and an illusory flame humanoid gradually emerged behind Matar, and a vast coercion came to the sky, making Matar look like a demon god at this moment.

In the eyes of everyone, Matar saw horror and fear, and sighed slightly in his heart, in order to achieve his goal, he signed a contract with the primeval fire god, a contract that symbolizes the coexistence of man and god, and in this contract, he paid half of his soul, and the harvest in exchange for it was the other half of the soul of the primeval fire god.

"Children, I am not talking about false myths, but real epics, in which there are no more bizarre twists and turns and deceitful changes, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is God! The god who ran rampant in the primeval and held the flames has awakened, and His will has seen our calamity!"

"Father...... Father, since God has seen the calamity we face, will He save us?"

Matar's majestic gaze swept over his youngest third daughter, the corners of his mouth hooked a faint smile, everyone in the audience bowed their heads under the pressure of their own demigods and demigods, and they couldn't say anything in a thousand doubts, only the third daughter could raise her head and ask, although there was still a touch of panic and cowardice on her face, but this was enough.

The faint smile in his heart, as for whether this smile belongs to the joy of his father or the appreciation of the gods, this point Matar has gradually become indistinguishable, and there is no need to go to Fengqing, stroking Charina's hair with a smile, and smiling kindly:

"Yes, because I have made a pact with God, from now on, the kingdom of Western India will enter a new era, God will dwell in the heavens and provide shelter for all beings, and man will dwell on the earth and fight for God's will! If man does not leave, God will not forsake him! Then on the last day, we will share immortality together in the kingdom of God!"

Under the pressure of momentum, no one dared to question Matar's words, and Matar turned his head and ordered the princes and ministers: "From now on, mobilize a qiē force to build an altar to welcome the return of the ancestral god, and then announce to the people that the day when the ancestral god descends will be the day when the western Indian kingdom will survive the crisis and be reborn." ”

When the news came out, the residents of West India were in an uproar, wondering if Matar was under too much pressure and went crazy and began to talk nonsense, and even when the news reached the international community, it also ushered in a large number of hot discussions and reports, and even the US Foreign Department called overnight, euphemistically asking Matar not to give up the treatment, and the United States would definitely come and deliver the medicine as much as possible...... Oh no, it was the troops who came to support.

In the face of all kinds of criticism, Matar ignored everything, and didn't even bother to go back, the front line was getting tighter and tighter, and the zombies could break through the defense line at any time to attack the West Indian Kingdom, and Matar, who was extremely anxious, could only do his best to supervise the establishment of the altar.

The construction of this altar requires a lot of height, how high and wide, and the carvings on each brick have extremely complicated requirements, if it is placed in ancient times, this altar cannot be built without a hundred years, and its consumption of manpower and material resources is enough to push a country to the brink of destruction.

But for the industry of modern civilization, especially for a country like West India, which is small, but has a complete set of light and heavy industries, and all the forces are mobilized, it is not so troublesome.

The 10-meter-high and 10-meter-wide boulder is a brick? Missiles hit the mountain, and the explosives were shaped, but what kind of stones did not have.

Each boulder brick has to be carved with endless intricate and mysterious talismans? There must not be a little mistake? In ancient times, it would take hundreds of masters to carve it, but in modern times, only a laser generator and an assembly line are enough.

At this time, he couldn't help but be a little glad that if it weren't for the return of the earth through heaven and the baptism of the return of the Western gods, a few years ago, he was a king who was in the country and was still building an altar to ask for the blessing of the gods when he was about to be destroyed by zombies, he had long been regarded as a severely mentally ill person, and then pulled down the rioting people and beheaded him, instead of waiting in disbelief like now.

Aside from supervising the construction of altars and handling government affairs, Matar will choose to accompany his three daughters, and he has not done anything, just chatting carefully, but since signing the contract with the Ancient Flame Master, Matar's power has become more and more inhuman, and now only the third daughter Xia Lina can still chat with her father without changing her face.

Fifteen days passed in a flash, and everyone was stunned when the majestic and sacred altar was built on the earth.

Pour out the strength of a country, with the scientific and technological strength of modern civilization to pile up, although in order to catch up with the system less a little less fine and precipitation, but it does have unimaginable majesty, about 50 meters high, covering an area of hundreds of meters, looks like a mountain is almost the same, the shape and the flat-topped pyramid of the Mayan civilization is basically the same, the whole body is full of talismans, and it looks more of a bit of religious atmosphere of the gods.

Under the altar, Matar straightened up, his face was solemn, and his slightly open eyes were full of heaviness, not only because it was a great and sacred moment, but also because of a news in more than thirty minutes.

Thirty-seven minutes ago, the front line was completely defeated, and the zombie army drove straight into the scourge, and no one understood the meaning of this news better than Matar.

In the face of the ever-growing and evolving zombie army devouring people and animals, after the defeat of the only modern military force in the West India, there was no force in the West India that could resist, and there were no reinforcements, and every person in the West India was the rations of the zombie side, even if the US military sent troops to help in the future, it would be too late by then.

The hope of one qiē, the last hope, all condensed at this moment!

Matar slowly stepped up the stairs to the top of the altar, the unpolished stairs and many stone thorns, it was very difficult to step on, but Matar didn't care about this, infinite flames swirled, and with every step he stepped on, the stairs turned into molten slurry, but strangely, all of these molten mas were bound to the stairs by invisible forces, and did not flow in all directions.

When he reached the top of the altar, Matar looked back and looked back, the height of the altar was more than 50 meters, which was not enough for Matar to condescend to see the magnificent scenery, but at this moment, his eyes seemed to see the entire West India country.

A small economically developed country with a population of 10 million, famous for tourism and beautiful living environment, is not a vast land, infiltrated with the sweat of unknown generations of West Indians, Matal has lived on this land for 67 years, and has also dedicated 67 years to this land.

Matar saw a lot of people, these people were poor people who came to watch the ceremony spontaneously, and now that the whole world was going on a biohazard, these poor people had no financial strength or connections to get a pass to a safe country, they could only stay in their hometown, helplessly praying, helplessly waiting for the arrival of zombies.

"O people of West India, who witnessed this with their own eyes or by televising it, I ask you, are you worried, are you afraid?"

The faint opening shook the four wildernesses, and even spread to the farther world through some kind of unspeakable magical power.

"There is no need to deny, there is no need to hide it, because as the king of West India, I am also worried and afraid, this is also a matter of course, we have been defeated, completely defeated, just thirty-seven minutes ago, although the soldiers of West India used their lives to defend honor and the safety of the people, but the zombies are too strong, the front line has been completely defeated, and now, the entire population hinterland of West India has been opened in the fangs of the zombies. ”

The news that is enough to make people desperate is announced through the mouth of Matar, and countless people are watching TV at this moment, heartbroken and crying.

"But is it really the end of the West India Kingdom like this? No! Never! We opened up the West India Kingdom in the wilderness, and countless generations of ancestors shed their blood under this land, and this blood has awakened our God, our true and only ancestor as a sacrifice! Today, on behalf of the people of the West India Kingdom, I stand here to welcome back the ancestral gods, to gain the strength to overcome a difficult and dangerous situation, and to jointly create the glory of the West India Kingdom in the new era!"

The flames began to spread, spreading along the place where they stood, the altar began to burn, and with tongues of fire danced in the sky, and Matar's deafening roar.

Standing in the midst of the fire, his beard fluttering, Matar's bright red eyes shone with an indelible determination that was conveyed throughout the country of West India and even to the whole world.

A hundred years ago, we thought that becoming a vassal of the United States would allow the people to live a good life, and we thought that as long as there was the protection of the United States, the West India could enjoy eternal health, but now we are wrong, because of our decision, the West India is vulnerable in the face of crisis. ”

The bitter and heavy tone is the most helpless remorse of the king of a small country who is on the verge of extinction, but finds that the suzerain's country is unreliable!

"On this sacred day of being with God, please let me issue another willful royal decree in the name of the king of the West India Kingdom! From this day on, the West India Kingdom and the United States will sever their relations, and from now on the West India Kingdom will not become a vassal of any country, and we will always be self-reliant, self-reliant, and compete for supremacy in this world with our own hands! Perhaps my orders will be considered a fool's decision after a long time, but today I still hope that the people of West India can save themselves with their own hands, instead of counting on others! I want the West Indian nation to have its own brave will and indomitable spirit! instead of wailing helplessly when it is extinct!"

If it weren't for the suppression of the United States, if it weren't for the comfort of coveting economic prosperity, as long as half of the West India used to focus on military affairs, and it was like an ordinary country, would it not be so desperate today!

Thinking back to the national crisis, countless high-ranking officials and national elites fled one after another, leaving only himself, the king of West India, and the poor who could not escape, the hatred on the corner of Matar's mouth became more and more intense.

The country has no spirit, the people have no bravery, the roots and bones are a weak and small country, and the fruits of the past are no longer able to be saved, but in the future, Matar still hopes to be able to make the West India country stand up and face it bravely!

One last glance, I left a piece of this world in my memory, in my soul!

Monstrous flames rose from the earth and turned into a straight pillar of fire and rushed into the sky, and Matar's deafening voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"As a king, I am ashamed of the people and the country! I am guilty, and my sins are unforgivable! Ancestral gods, I will offer my sinner's blood, sinner's bones, and sinner's flesh as your sacrifice! May your glory shine forever on the West India Kingdom, and may the people of the West India Kingdom inherit your will to fire!"

Slowly moving forward, countless flames turned into shackles, turned into torture instruments and inflicted on Matar's body, tearing flesh and blood, and burning bones!

At the end of his life, Matar heard the weeping and mourning coming from behind him, and when he looked back, he saw his three daughters crying again, and even saw many people of West India crying for themselves.

"My death may bring hope to this kingdom!

Looking up, Matar saw the pillar of fire rise straight up until it touched the clouds of fire that covered the sky.

The flesh and bones gradually turned to ashes, and at the end of the will, what I saw was the endless red cloud stretching to the end of the sky, extremely thick, just like an endless red earth, and now, this "red earth" shattered, and the endless flames came with the momentum of destruction, and its majesty was ten times more majestic than the volcanic eruption of the earth.

At this moment, the sky seemed to turn into the earth, and the infinite flames shattered the earth, and then turned into the heavenly dome of molten slurry and splattered endlessly, its shape was called ...... The world is shattered!

The old emperor named Matar was reduced to ashes and dissipated into the sea of fire, and then a miracle struck!

A flame giant with a size of thousands of meters, like a series of mountains superimposed on top of each other, stood tall in the altar, looking into the distance, letting out a majestic roar, leaving a long-lasting molten flame on the earth, heading straight for the zombies to occupy the land.

The next day, the headlines were consistent in every country in the world.

[King Matar of the West Indian Kingdom sacrificed his life to the gods, and then turned into a super flame giant, running thousands of miles in one day and night, completely reversing the situation of the war that was on the verge of destruction!]