The others who rushed aboard the ship did not seem to realize that the leader had fled, and still fought the Xia army with short daggers. Repeaters are too cumbersome in such melee combat, and the swords at their waists are simply unwieldy in narrow street fighting

, so instead it was those invaders who had the upper hand. At the risk of being pierced in the chest, they plunged the short daggers in their hands into the hearts of the Xia soldiers, and blood splattered on their big guns, staining them blackened red. This is simply the tactics of a madman, and no one wants to fight a madman. In the face of this crazy offensive and in the midst of violent turbulence, the soldiers of the Xia Army, who were usually well-trained, could not form an effective combat form at all, nor could they support each other, and everywhere became a pot of porridge. The black-clad sailors didn't seem to know that the leader had fled, and the suicidal pace of the battle seemed to buy the leader time. They charged forward in unison, letting the blood of their enemies and their own gush out of their chests.

The ghostly white figure flickered by, and the cyan metallic luster drove the whirlwind of death. Where the whirlwind blew, huge blood flowers exploded on the chests of the black-clad sailors. In the dim light, the blood that splattered out splashed on Chu Kunyang's white clothes like thick ink, staining the plain clothes with scarlet.

The massacre, the massacre without any suspense. Chu Kunyang's figure flashed between the various ships, the sword blade passed, and the lives of the black-clothed sailors were neatly wiped out like wheat waiting to be harvested. They didn't have time to react at all, and when the demon-like figure shook in front of them, they only felt a sharp pain in their chest or neck, and then a large amount of plasma splattered, and the feeling of suffocation and powerlessness made them lose consciousness in an instant, and they didn't even have a chance to see the demon god's appearance.

In the end, Chu Kunyang stood in front of the senior officers again, and the scales on the cyan long sword appeared. He slowly vibrated the long sword, swinging away the layer of red snow bamboo on the sword's body, and returning the sword to its sheath. The officers present felt the terrible murderous aura of hellish death, and the long sword in his hand was like a wild dragon that had escaped from the gate! Even friendly soldiers would be terrified by the dragon's rampage-like power. Chu Kunyang's clothes were stained with blood, and snow bamboo was dripping down intermittently on his wet long hair, and his face was covered with blood, he was hideous like a man-eating demon, coupled with the pair of cold blue eyes, people couldn't help but want to scream and want to escape.

But there was a great sense of reverence in the hearts of those officers, and they knelt neatly and thought that Chu Kunyang would salute, as if welcoming the return of a king. He was a king, a king who roamed the battlefield. The officers were all people who had seen the blood on the battlefield, so they were not afraid of Chu Kunyang, but were proud to serve this immature young man. That is the proud "Dragon King of Great Xia", the sharpest sword of Great Xia, and the new Duke of the Empire. As long as he lives, the foundation of Great Xia will be extremely solid. The brilliance that Chu Zhaoyang failed to create will be realized in his son!

Chu Kunyang slowly adjusted his breathing, gradually calming down his violently undulating chest. He slowly pushed the sword back into the scabbard at his waist, lowered his head back to avoid the gaze of others, and turned to his cabin, leaving behind a cold sentence: "Clean up the battlefield and thoroughly investigate the origin of these people." ”

The officers replied respectfully: "Yes, Your Highness!"

As soon as Chu Kunyang walked into his cabin, he took them with him, he unbuttoned his shirt, took off the blood-stained white shirt, and threw it out of the window casually. Then he took a bucket of fresh water and buried his whole head in it, his long seaweed-like hair drifting in the water, and the water in the bucket was also stained red. One choked on his saliva carelessly, his head raised sharply, the water splashing everywhere, and there were two strong consciousnesses fighting in his mind. On the one hand, when he saw clearly the blood spraying from the sword on the necks of those people, he was so disgusted that he wanted to vomit, on the other hand, he felt inexplicably excited about the blood spatter, and his heart became manic because of it, and he couldn't control the sword in his hand at all, and a strong killing intent rose from the deepest part of his heart, like a dragon breaking free from the chains that bound it.

He gasped for air, trying his best to keep himself calm, his uncontrollable will to kill was finally suppressed, and the bloodthirsty excitement finally weakened slightly. Chu Kunyang was so tired that his limbs were weak as if he had completed a long march on foot, and he collapsed on a bench in the room with his head tilted up, closing his eyes to rest.

Chu Kunyang straightened his spine suddenly, like a snake that had been stepped on. Thunder exploded in his mind, and strange and fragmentary images and countless chaotic lines poured into his mind. The twisted serpents rolled and entangled in the black sea, the huge black shadows covered the sky, the woman on the fire wore a plain white dress, singing sad songs....... in a short moment he had countless nightmares, and a voice echoed in his mind: "We used to be the supreme god's residence, but now we have become outcasts of the world, wandering endlessly in the deepest depths of the abyss, bitter resentment grows from the heart, mixed with hatred and loneliness, in the blood, cold burning!"

Chu Kunyang subconsciously clenched his right fist, which was the action of his sword. Because of the excessive force, the nails were embedded in the flesh and skin, which stabbed the nerves in the hands. The pain stabilized his consciousness a little, if he fell into this illusion in front of those people outside, then the entire fleet would be wiped out, and Chu Kunyang in the illusion would destroy this fleet with his own hands and pull everyone's heart out of his chest, which was the ultimate reason why he was regarded as a taboo.

As a taboo, the only outpouring of him is to be used as a weapon. Chu Kunyang let go of his right hand and stared blankly at the shallow scar on his hand. The wound left by the blood traction fifteen days ago was now almost unrecognizable, and even the weakness caused by the cutting of the veins was completely lifted after only two days. In just two days, the body produced enough new blood to recover, and it would take at least a month for a normal person to recover. Bloodline traction not only provides strength, but also unmatched recovery. Fifteen days ago, Chu Kunyang was a seriously wounded soldier who could not take care of himself, but now he has recovered as before, and has been sent to the battlefield by Chu Yiyang again, taking charge of this nominally righteous support battle.

But what's the point of this? Glory and power didn't bring happiness to Chu Kunyang, but made him feel exhausted. On the one hand, he was excited by the bloodthirsty impulse, and on the other hand, he felt guilty for the blood on his hands. In fact, what's the use of war? It's just the greed of some people. The people who participated in the war, the soldiers, what was wrong with them? Some of them just wanted some important people to live well......

Good...... Stay alive......

Carelessly, his body spasmed again, and the will to kill rushed to Chu Kunyang's scalp with blood again, making his scalp swell for a while, and it was finally suppressed with great difficulty. The bloodline traction also brought huge side effects while making him stronger, the bloodthirsty impulse was difficult to control, he was inexplicably excited when he smelled blood or saw blood, his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and strange illusions appeared repeatedly, all of which made Chu Kunyang almost collapse. The most likely time to get out of control is when the excitement of killing dominates consciousness, and the bloodthirsty urge causes him to tear every enemy apart until that heart is satisfied with the desire to kill. Dryverman was right, bloodline traction was indeed a double-edged sword, it was too dangerous to know how terrifying the law of equilibrium, which was considered a taboo within a taboo, could be.

The mood finally calmed down, Chu Kunyang calmed down and expelled those distracting thoughts from his mind. He took out a change of clothes from the wardrobe he was with him and changed them, his long wet hair was slightly dry at the moment, and he subconsciously made a combing motion. When he reacted, he couldn't help but be stunned, it was a habit left by a certain girl. When Gerala was with him, he was always clamoring to comb his hair, combing his hair neatly at once, and her gentle gaze was like sunshine, which made people feel inexplicably warm.

After coming back from Avinia, this quirky girl didn't know where to go, and Chu Kunyang didn't ask, anyway, everyone didn't have any special relationship, they just met in Pingshui. But in those days of getting along, her habits actually affected her so deeply, I don't know what will happen to her in the future, Chu Kunyang smiled silently, there are still a few people in this world who have really cared about him.

There was a slight knock at the door: "Your Highness, it has been taken care of." ”

Chu Kunyang hurried to button up his clothes, opened the door expressionlessly, and walked to the central deck without looking back, and the soldier who delivered the message trotted closely behind.

The bodies of their comrades-in-arms were collected in a centralized manner, wrapped in white cloth and buried in water, and their relics were left to take to their families. The corpses of the enemy were thrown into the water at will, and the smell of the corpses attracted a large group of sharks to eat. Whether it's a friendly or an enemy, the fate is the same, and that is to be used as food for sharks.

The deck had been washed with water over and over again, and the blood stains had been diluted and finally washed away, but there were still black clots in some of the cracks that could not be washed off. The officers waited for Chu Kunyang in a circle on the deck, and after he came, they consciously made way for him and bowed to him: "Your Highness." ”

Chu Kunyang ignored their respects, he looked directly at the ground on the deck, where a body in black clothes was lying quietly. Because of the mask, he couldn't see his face clearly, and next to him was the bewitching black rose.

An officer pulled a tactical knife out of his pocket, cut the black sailor's turban, pulled down the mask, and cut the black gown down from the neckline of his neck to his waist. The plain white human skin is exposed in front of everyone.

It was a girl, and her long black hair could be seen slipping out of her turban without the superficial clothing, and her beautiful face had turned pale from blood loss. Although she has closed her eyes forever, her bumpy figure still represents the glory of her life. Chu Kunyang turned his head, this is respect for a woman.

Looking at the body of a dead girl is a very rude thing, Chu Kunyang frowned slightly: "This is?"

The officer turned the girl's body over, lifted the clothes on her back, and brilliant black flowers bloomed on the fair skin of her back, and the layers of petals were black, bewitching and full of danger.

Another officer handed over the black folder: "Your Highness, according to intelligence, these people are Yingzhou's special legion - codenamed 'Black Rose', they are basically young girls between the ages of sixteen and twenty-two, and their origins are unknown. But it was their repeated assassination of high-ranking officers of the Northern Qi Dynasty that allowed Yingzhou to win many battles with backward equipment, and we still don't know the origin of that leader. He flipped open the other side of the folder, and there was a dry black rose in it, and the petals that had lost their moisture were already dry and astringent: "But their record can be said to be amazing, there are more than fifty high-ranking Northern Qi officers who have died in the line of duty, and the woman who is the leader is good at using small daggers and throwing knives, here is the list of Northern Qi officers they have assassinated." ”

"Assassination tactics?" Chu Kunyang ignored the list, he seemed to be pondering, "It's really interesting." ”

"What does Your Highness mean?" Wen Cheng asked tentatively, "We want to prevent this tactic?"

"Nope. Chu Kunyang shook his head, and a rare look of compassion appeared in his eyes: "I'm just curious, the origin of these girls is really pitiful." ”

"What are you talking about?" Wen Cheng was confused.

Chu Kunyang walked away without looking back, and a cold and low sentence drifted away: "Have you ever seen a black rose in the land of Great Xia?"

Everyone shivered fiercely, and it was true, not only in Great Xia, but also in other countries that there had never been black roses, which was also ambiguous......

It is an outlier among roses, and it is cursed.