The Atlas army, which had not moved for several days, launched a general offensive today.

On the heavy artillery positions located in the rear of the military formation, hundreds of heavy artillery began to prepare to rain shells on the walls of Dragon City. The Atlas monarch drew up a detailed battle plan, focusing his attack on a relatively flat wall. Not only that, but he also played a sinister trick - first attack the side of the Dragon City Fortress with a small number of troops, and then feign the seasonal troops. When the young Chu Kunyang concentrates the main defensive force on that side, the other side will face the real main force. According to the information sent back by the scouts, the scheming Chu Xiong was seriously injured and fell into a coma last night. In his decades-long war career, can't he still play with an eighteen-year-old boy?

He handed over the battle plan to his most trusted Marshal Steele, who then proudly assured him, "No more than tomorrow you will have breakfast on the Dragon City Fortress." ”

In fact, the Atlas monarch had been planning this war for at least ten years, and he had endured it for ten years. When Chu Zhaoyang led the Xia army to break through the Atlas capital, his father, the former Atlas King, was beheaded by the rebellious ministers and sacrificed to the "Great Xia Dragon Emperor" along with a large area of land. Since his accession to the throne, he has been recruiting troops to expand his army. After enduring ten years of humiliation, the mythical "Great Xia Dragon Emperor" is finally dead, and his immature sons will be the best candidates for revenge.

A loud trumpet sounded, and a dense stream of cannonballs flew through the sky, smashing into the walls and beacons, and debris scattered everywhere. The shells blasted small craters in the hard walls, and finally a gap appeared. A small group of Atlas troops began to assemble towards this place, and if Chu Kunyang was fooled, he would lose. Although the Dragon City Fortress is easy to defend and difficult to attack, its shortcomings are also extremely obvious and fatal - it is impossible to complete the transfer of the main force in a hurry on a battle line tens of kilometers long. Moreover, the combat effectiveness of the Atlas army, armed with heavy force, and the Xia army, armed with traditional bows and crossbows, were not at the same level at all.

The Xia army was obviously tricked, and the small feint army was shot back by a dense rain of arrows before it could get close, and judging from the expansion of the scale of the response, the Xia army was moving to that side.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the face of Field Marshal Steele, who gave the order for a real attack, and the real general offensive began now!

The heavy cannon roared, and the two-meter-long barrel spewed out scorching fireworks. The shells in the sky were so dense that they could almost collide with each other, and they exploded again and again in almost the same position. The bluestone walls could not withstand such a heavy blow, and a large number of cracks began to appear, and finally the cracks collapsed, and the huge gaps were exposed. The heavily armored Atlas cavalry stepped onto their neighing horses and charged forward. Judging from the strength of the counterattack in this position, Chu Kunyang's experience in marching and fighting was far inferior to that of his uncle and his late father, and with the difference in equipment and numbers between the two sides, the Dragon City Fortress was already in the pocket of the Atlas army.

The eighteen-year-old Marshal Xia Jun had already started to scramble in the face of this situation, right?

The artillery coverage stopped, and the forward units of the Atlas had already entered the coverage of heavy artillery. Depending on the extent of the damage to the wall, it can be easily penetrated, and if you continue to cover it with artillery fire, you will accidentally injure friendly troops. Thinking about the frightened appearance of the Xia people after capturing the fortress of Dragon City, the Atlas cavalry marched continuously on the vast plain until they entered Luo'an, which is really pleasant. The Atlas Monarch felt the thrill of revenge in his heart.

A light rain began to fall in the gloomy sky, and the smell of gunpowder was slightly diluted on the battlefield. What was thought to be an empty place for defense, a dense pile of rolling stones was lowered along the mountain. Under the sudden onslaught of rolling stones, the rapidly charging heavy cavalry did not have time to rein in their horses. After the tall horses tripped and fell, the cavalry behind them rushed up again in the blink of an eye, crushing the flesh and blood of their comrades into the mud. Flesh and blood mixed with mud splashed on the iron hooves of the war horse, and death bloomed like a vicious black flower in every corner of the battlefield.

A few kilometers away from the front, the young Marshal Xia stood on the highest beacon tower. Because the distance was too far, he could only see the golden armor clearly, but judging from his figure, it was indeed the eighteen-year-old Marshal Chu Kunyang. He stood on the highest place and looked down on the battlefield, his seemingly weak body was as immobile as a mountain, like a golden sword in the fine light rain, and he used himself to tell his enemies that as long as he was there, it was impossible for the Dragon City Fortress to be lost.

What a proud man! Just like his father. Field Marshal Steele could not help but admire his courage.

Affected by the Rolling Stones, the cavalry's advance was severely slowed down. The Xia army set up black steel thorns on the position, and in order to set up these steel thorns, they even demolished part of the broken city wall. The Xia infantry roared and poured out of the gap, using their flesh and blood and spears against the heavy cavalry and powerful cavalry of the Atlas army. The powerful bullet struck them in the chest, and the force of the impact knocked them back, but a new one filled the gap with their companions.

Marshal Steele was surprised by Chu Kunyang's agile combat awareness, but laughed at his immaturity in the following time. On a frontal battlefield, it is impossible for infantry to hold back the charge of cavalry, as a famous military strategist said, "Cavalry cannot be stopped on a frontal battlefield, except in difficult terrain or stronger cavalry."

Obviously, the Xia army did not have any cavalry here, and there were very few horses.

The two armies were docked, and the Xia soldiers all dismounted their heavy spears and drew their sharp sabers instead. The heavy back of the knife increased the mass of the knife, it was enough to break through the armor of the warhorse's belly. They did exactly that, and before the cavalry's iron hooves trampled over their corpses, their horses had at least two sabers stuck in their bellies. The horse neighed and fell to the ground, throwing the cavalry off as well, and the next moment the cavalry who fell to the ground was beheaded. This suicidal combat scheme was quite effective, the Atlas heavy cavalry suffered heavy losses, and Marshal Steele had to give the order to withdraw the heavy cavalry in front. They retreated under the cover of the musketeers, and the Xia army pursued the musketeers who shot a dense rain of arrows through the cover.

The equally elite Atlas infantry took the place of cavalry onto the battlefield, and the battle between the two sides changed to a forest of spears advancing each other, piercing each other's bodies. Blood flowed down the slopes, mixing rain and dust to form rivers of red mud. The sky was getting darker and darker, and the rain was getting heavier, and the rain was left on the soldiers' faces and onto the weapons in their hands, washing the blood from them.

It has been said that war is an iron-faced and selfless judge, whose mouth seems to have a seal on it, and never takes sides. Because this kind of judgment does not use words and words, which side can hold out until the last moment, the balance of victory and defeat is like which side is deflected. The life sacrificed from the battlefield at every moment is the weight of victory, and the Grim Reaper sings bloody songs over the battlefield.

The fierce battle continued, and the battle had been fought for two hours, with both sides fighting for their power to crush the enemy forces. The corpses were piled up in a thick layer on the ground, and the living fought over the corpses of the dead, never dying. Everyone is red-eyed, and the winner is the one who can stand in the end!

This state of affairs could not be sustained any longer! Field Marshal Steele ordered the heavy cavalry to step into battle again, and the cavalry and infantry coordinated with each other. The Xia army is also exhausted and almost unable to hold on, and the battle of Dragon City Fortress will soon be divided into a real victory!

The sturdy horses set foot on the land again, snorting loudly and neighing as they ploughed the ground with their iron hooves, and Marshal Steele drew his command knife and shouted to boost morale, "Charge!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shuddered fiercely, and a chill rose from his vest. He was stunned when he looked up at the battlefield, and the young man in golden armor jumped from the wall nearly twenty meters high. When he was in the air, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the cyan blade reflected the blue arc of thunder, like a great falcon that only pounced from the air. The invisible murderous aura spread, so thick that it hit the face like a heavy rain in the sky!

There was some kind of unknown fear in Marshal Steele's heart, he had seen the legendary "Great Xia Dragon Emperor" a long time ago, the fierce killing machine was unforgettable, and the killing power on Chu Kunyang's body in the air was even worse than his father. He was by no means an immature eighteen-year-old boy, and even from a few kilometers away, the momentum still made people shudder.

Chu Kunyang landed on the shoulder armor of the two Atlas soldiers, and he squatted down to exert force. The tremendous force trampled on the shoulder blades of the two soldiers in an instant. They fell backwards with blood streaming from their mouths and noses, and with this force he leaped forward with sudden acceleration into battle.

Chu Kunyang swept through the infantry and even the cavalry at a ghostly high speed, and the swords in both hands broke through the armor one by one, and blood splattered several meters away from the wound. He rushed violently, with a spring of blood rushing to the sky behind him, and the ice blue in those eyes became more and more cold and suffocating!

No one could see his movements clearly, but the cyan long sword floated with steel scales after drinking enough blood, as if it was the late "Great Xia Dragon Emperor" on the battlefield!

People remembered Chu Zhaoyang's incomparable speed and unstoppable violence again, like a shock, but invincible!

In an instant, Chu Kunyang broke through most of the battlefield, and even the high-speed fire projectile couldn't hit him, leaving only a corpse on the ground. The purpose of his action was very clear, that is, the command position of Field Marshal Steele in the rear of the battlefield! However, in the rear position, hundreds of heavily armored guards held huge shields, forming a solid shield wall. These steel barriers could even block the frontal bombardment of heavy artillery, and Chu Kunyang would have no way to retreat as long as he rushed over, but the commanding officers began to check their swords and prepare for hand-to-hand combat, but the young man who rushed over could not be called a human.

The steel shield that could have resisted the frontal bombardment of heavy artillery was cut at will by the cyan blade like butter, and the demon god in golden armor wantonly harvested the lives of the blockers in front of him. Rain mixed with blood flowed down his head, and all the way through, it was as if he had experienced a scarlet blood bath!

The heavy armor guards are like lambs to the slaughter under the invincible blade of the blue blade, and the heavy armor seriously affects their activities, and to resist is to send their lives to the scythe of death. Chu Kunyang kicked away the last corpse standing in front of him, and looked coldly at the senior Atlas officers in front of him, Qing Feng and Lei Arc hung casually on their sides, and the rain flowed down the blade. His helmet had fallen off as he charged, and his long hair, soaked in rain and blood, was messily draped over his forehead, blocking the pair of ice-blue eyes of terror, and the terrifying aura emanated from every corner of his body, cold and terrifying.

The historical past that had been sealed by the dust of time unfolded in Marshal Steele's mind like a long scroll, and on the wasteland battlefield in the northern part of Great Xia, the powerful allied forces occupied a small half of the wasteland, while the Xia army on the opposite side looked so sparsely numbered and vulnerable. But the wind blew from the east, lifting the forehead of the "Great Xia Dragon Emperor", and he suddenly drew his sword and charged, rushing forward like a ghost. The enemies in front of him were all crushed, and in the end, the generals of the coalition who thought they were sure of victory exploded with huge blood flowers on their chests, staining the clothes of the "Great Xia Dragon Emperor". Behind him, hundreds of thousands of coalition soldiers laid down their weapons in horror and prostrate themselves on the ground in submission, and the "Great Xia Dragon Emperor" slowly put the scale-covered long sword into its scabbard, and that was the end of an era.

Just today, history repeats itself! Marshal Steele couldn't help but scream, this momentum was simply a copy of the "Great Xia Dragon Emperor"! He asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you, who are you?" Who are you?"

Chu Kunyang ignored him, and he didn't even raise his eyes to look at the core officers on the Atlas command position. He washed the blood on his swords with the rain from the sky, and his eyes looked at the blood-stained swords, and there was no joy or sorrow on his face.

As commanders on the battlefield, the swordsmanship and physical strength of the senior officers of Atlas are naturally top-notch, and they also have a numerical advantage. There were about twenty of them, and the one opposite them was only an eighteen-year-old boy. But the two sides confronted each other like this for at least ten minutes, and they still didn't dare to make a rash move, they were only instinctively afraid of this momentum.

It was the boy in the rain who broke the deadlock of the confrontation, and he slowly flipped the sword in his hand. The long sword in his left hand was raised at level with his left arm, and the long sword in his right hand was pointed at the center of Marshal Steele's eyebrows. He spoke softly, and every word was like an angel's judgment on sinners. - "Those who commit - my country - state - although - far - will be punished!"

Here he moves at a high speed in the heavy rain that is difficult to observe with the naked eye, ghostly interspersed with the crowd. The core figures of the Atlas army fell one by one under the edge of the two colors.

Finally, Marshal Steele saw the expressionless face of the young man in front of him. Chu Kunyang coldly looked at him with those ice blue eyes, and then pulled the cyan sword blade out of his throat violently. With blood splattered, Marshal Steele threw himself forward in the mud.

Atlas commands the core of the position, and the whole army is destroyed!

Seeing Chu Kunyang's invincible posture and single-handedly cutting directly into the back row of the enemy, the soldiers of the Xia army raised their long swords in their hands and shouted loudly, which was a kind of commemoration of the late "Great Xia Dragon Emperor". Now Great Xia has a new leader, he is the son of the "Dragon Emperor of Great Xia", the new "Dragon King" of Great Xia!

Under the power of the "Dragon King", the soldiers of Atlas felt the opposite fear, many of them had experienced the battle with the previous Xia Emperor, and clearly remembered the "Great Xia Dragon Emperor" who dominated the battlefield! It was the Grim Reaper from hell.

The tide of the battle was reversed, and the Xia army, which was at a disadvantage, launched a counterattack, and they frantically rushed to the position to organize a counter-charge. The Atlas soldiers, who had lost their leader, began to lose their strength and began to flee, with the overseers having to draw their swords and kill those who dropped their weapons from their side.

There are more and more people fleeing, and the monopoly officers can no longer solve the problem. Like the soldiers, they began to throw down their weapons and take off their armor in order to run faster. The heavy cavalry drove their horses backwards and galloped, trampling countless musketeers to death. The neighing of horses mingled with the curses of the soldiers, and the once-ace army had become a rabble desperate for their lives. The Xia army pressed up the position like a rising tide, and they withdrew from the position like a low tide.

The outcome has been decided, Chu Kunyang slowly lowered his head, and there was no joy or sorrow on his pale and handsome face. He was unsteady on his feet and fell on his back in the mud. The sword was out of his hand, and now he didn't even have the strength to hold the pair of swords.

In fact, he was close to collapse when he confronted the officers under Atlas' command, and he didn't cut through the enemy's armor as casually as he seemed. Although the "Blue Edge" is sharp, it still requires great strength to cut through the armor made of high-grade alloys. The Arc of Thunder is only suitable for one-on-one, and the high-voltage static on the blade paralyzes enemies, but it can't break through the solid armor that is so hard that it can be called perverted.

Not only that, but he also suffered a serious injury to his hand, numbly aching under his ribs soaked in muddy water. There was a handleless military dagger stuck in it, which was inserted by a responsive Atlas heavy guard as he made his way through the shield position. The stagnant water mixed with sediment choked Chu Kunyang's nasal cavity, and he coughed violently. If Atlas had commanded the officers to attack within two minutes of his recovery, the battlefield would have been the opposite of the situation, and they were intimidated by the apparent momentum.

The blood loss caused by excessive exhaustion and injury made Chu Kunyang drowsy, and his brain was full of messy things, buzzing like a knotted mess, and the vision in front of him was blurry, and the world was spinning. Before he could lose consciousness completely, the man in the silver-white armor grabbed his hand and struggled to lift him up from the water.

He smiled weakly, pale with childish childishness and indescribable exhaustion. He whispered to the vague shadow, "Brother".

He couldn't see the man's reaction, and he was completely unconscious long before the man could react.

In the military tent of the Xia army, Xia Emperor Chu Yiyang changed the armor and put on a white robe. He sat on the side of the sickbed, gently put his hand on Chu Kunyang's forehead, and frowned slightly. Chu Kunyang was very weak, his whole body was in a cold sweat, and the temperature coming back from his forehead, he was having a terrible high fever. Judging from the doctor's report, the military dagger under his ribs almost punctured his left lung, which caused local edema. Weakness from overwork and localized fluid accumulation from wound infections could kill him at any moment, and his lips were pale and he muttered incoherent nonsense.

Chu Yiyang gently put a cool towel on him, and looked at the face of this younger brother who didn't like to talk, he now finally looked more like an ordinary eighteen-year-old boy than the brave and decisive Marshal Xia Jun. Chu Yiyang remembered that when they were young, Chu Kunyang always took the trouble to surround him and call him "brother". But from the first day he held the sword, he changed, became taciturn, his eyes were cold, and step by step he became the one he is now on the battlefield. If I hadn't chosen to hold the hilt of the sword, wouldn't everything have been different?

But once a person has made a choice, there is no way to change the outcome. If he hadn't held the sword, Great Xia would have lost this war, and when the time came, Great Xia would face the calamity of the country's destruction, and since he had made his choice, he would only be able to move forward and cut off the enemy in front of him!

The herald trotted into the tent and respectfully handed over the summary of the battle, "Your Majesty, we have completely defeated the enemy army, and now the battlefield has been cleaned up, our army has lost more than 70,000 people, and annihilated more than 100,000 enemy troops, it is estimated that Atlas is no longer able to bear this war, do you want to continue to march and pursue?"

Chu Yiyang glanced at the pale young man on the sickbed, and groaned slightly, "No, we can't support this war either, Great Xia is already old." Go back to Loan, I'm tired of this war. ”

He walked out of the marshal's tent and sighed slightly, leaving the unconscious teenager behind.

In the endless darkness, cold tentacles poked out of the grass, and deep voices kept telling the story of another world. Chu Kunyang looked around at the dark world around him, trying to distinguish the vague muttering, but he couldn't tell what was said. Those cursed whispers were like the desolate cry of a woman, or the rotting song of a dead man crawling out of a tomb. The various scales combine to form a deep requiem. The empty sky hung a black crescent moon that glowed with a gloomy black light, and the spirits of the undead sat on it and sang.

Finally, he heard it clearly, and among the many mixed voices, one was exceptionally clear, as clear as if it was speaking directly in his ear: "You want this rotten world to be destroyed, don't you?"

Chu Kunyang turned his head in horror, there was nothing, except for himself, all that was still active in the whole world was only a darker shadow under his feet. It is a paradox that he is in the dark moonlight, and there can be a shadow!

But it does exist, vague and real. Chu Kunyang raised his hand, and the shadow under his feet also raised his hand, there was nothing abnormal, and he was a little relieved. As soon as he raised his head, the voice appeared again: "You want the world you live in to be destroyed, do you?"

Chu Kunyang looked at the ground in a daze, and a dark blue light lit up in the dark pupils of the shadow, like a ghost fire: "The moment of arbitration is coming, and we will cleanse the world in the name of God!"

Chu Kunyang retreated again and again, the shadow followed closely at his feet, and the shadow also made corresponding movements when he took steps. This is the other self, and no one can hide from his own shadow.

"Who are you?" Chu Kunyang's voice was hoarse.

The shadow calmly opened and closed her lips and whispered, "I am you, but I am independent of you." There is a place in Beihai called Guixu, which is our kingdom, and we were born there. Eventually, we'll raise the banner at that dusk and conquer the world. ”

"No!" Chu Kunyang covered his ears and shook his head in horror: "What are you talking about?" I don't want to destroy the world, who the hell are you?"

Shadow chuckled contemptuously, "It's okay, you'll do it." Only a coward will escape his own shadow, you are different, you were born destined to be the arbiter of the world, the glory of the throne has declined, and we will make the world tremble with the long chant of thunder and lightning!"

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Chu Kunyang's face, Chu Kunyang was startled, and subconsciously retreated to dodge. The heavens and the earth were spinning, dazzling, he was dizzy as if he was falling, and there was no solution but to let the world dominate.

The sharp pain of the tear under the ribs suddenly cut into the sensory nerves, and Chu Kunyang was so painful that his back trembled. The sharp pain caused by the wound being pulled reawakens the brain's dominance over the body. Chu Kunyang was in a cold sweat, but after waking up, he was slightly better, and the pain in his brain as if it was about to explode was somewhat reduced, which made him feel that his life had returned to his limbs, as if he had walked from hell and returned to the world. He tried to move his fingers, which were a little numb and uncontrollable, but he finally came to his senses. He stared blankly at his fingers, and "Thunder Arc" and "Qingfeng" were leaning against the edge of the bed, nothing unusual.

He breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that the illusion just now was just a dream.

Chu Kunyang stretched out his hand with great effort, holding the "Qing Feng" and "Thunder Arc" in his hand, the wound was a little cracked in the process, and he couldn't help but gasp. However, he was inexplicably relieved when these two weapons were in his hands, and they gave him a sense of security that could not be explained in words.

He didn't notice that behind him, the pitch-black figure faded away as if a touch of ink had washed away from the rice paper.......