"Why do the gods need to kill us? I will wait for the whole nation to die, and what if God comes! On the high Jinluan Palace, the young king looked grim and spoke in a slow voice. We, the old guys left by the first emperor to assist the new emperor, somehow, just believed in the young cub. A huge secret ritual from antiquity was laid out over that beautiful country over the course of a month. That ancient ritual has only one function, which is to convert all the creatures in the ritual into undead, which is an ancient ritual inherited from a certain emperor of the dead. Rather than become a selfless fanatic under the command of the gods, it is better to become a free undead.

It's crazy, the emperor is crazy, the three dukes are crazy, and even we, the Jiuqing, are crazy. Those ordinary people who are blinded and ignorant, and are denounced as untouchables and rats by the court every day, are even more crazy than us.

They used the half-moon to build a great wall that stretched for millions of miles from the open land, which was used as the cornerstone of the secret ritual! Under the million-mile Great Wall, there are many white bones that don't know how to go! They melted all the iron in their house, just to make up for the ridiculous gap in the liquid of pattern painting! I heard that there is a lack of faith with the purest meaning! Those old, weak, sick and disabled, starting from their own homes, one step at a time! Born in the middle of nowhere, along the rugged paths and wide official roads, hike to the imperial capital! Along the way, there are so many people who are tired and sick that they die! They...... They even forcibly pushed away the soldiers, and jumped into the burning furnace with their own bodies, replacing the elite soldiers and turning them into materials for life sacrifice. Originally, only 300 people were sacrificed, but more than 8,000 people jumped into it! Just because someone said that the useful people stay, and the useless people fill the furnace! ”

The pale face was full of old tears, and there was a touch of incomprehension, a touch of regret, and reluctance to reluctance and resentment in that pale face!

I think it was a very crazy era, and people in plain clothes were not afraid of death for their family and country. In the distance, someone is naked, sweating and casting a majestic Great Wall, not far away, someone is knocking step by step, the flesh and blood on the knees are blurred, but the expression is pious, among the weeds beside the road, there are chaotic corpses abandoned on the mountains, but the head is always facing one direction, and the face that has lost its temperature is still pious.

The young emperor sat on the dragon chair and watched the people die in a frenzy, his eyes full of determination. Wait until the day the game opens. The Butterfly of Greed came from afar, and its ugly face was full of pride. So, in His presence, we activated the ritual. We have all our nation dead, but not at the hands of that God, and that God has lost! And so, He lost, on His game. The chill that came from the depths of our souls didn't make us retreat half a minute. We endure the intense pain of turning life into death, and we make a mocking mockery at the ridiculous gods! On that day, the whole nation will die, and when the god comes, we will scoff at it! On that same day, I heard the most pleasant sound of silk and bamboo, the screams of countless people, the incredulous but angry roar of the gods, the contempt of mortals for the gods!

The ridiculous god has lost all his followers since that day, and how can a god who has lost his followers be worthy to be called a god?

But......

We didn't win outright, the Emperor lied to us. This great array is not without a price, the living are turned into undead, they will bear the pain of burning, they will be the nuisance of resentment, and they will endure the mad will of death!

We didn't feel the price for a moment......

All cause and effect are borne by the emperor.

Because of this heavy enough karma, the emperor will not die, he will not be liberated, and he will suffer the suffering of hundreds of millions of people for all eternity! This is the weight of the country!

We watched the emperor's hideous face and bleeding, watching the emperor covering his head, ignoring etiquette, rolling and roaring in the huge Jinluan Palace, we watched the emperor's pathetic ugliness in the figure of the greedy butterfly fleeing in defeat, but ......

There is nothing we can do, we are spiritually unstable and cannot bear this weight. I don't know how long it took, but I just remember that in the original golden and brilliant Jinluan Palace, it has turned into a ruin at this time. The Emperor staggered to his feet above the ruins, his tattered dragon robes rolling in the wind, and the Three Dukes fell to their knees, begging to share the weight among the three of them.

The emperor was silent and then laughed, and under that terrifying weight, the third prince received the emperor's favor, and then fell into a deep sleep, silently bearing the inescapable weight in the endless nightmare!

And Jiuqing is in charge of all the major affairs in the country, although the whole country is dead, but tomorrow will still come. We rebuilt the Golden Luan Temple, studied the ancient incantation, drained the treasury, searched for treasures, and forged a dragon chair. The dragon chair has the effect of relieving the weight of all nations, but it allows the emperor to have some respite, we start from nothing, study all kinds of secret rituals, in the endless life of the undead, we have a lot of time to study it thoroughly, I don't know how long, we sent the emperor to the throne.

This is the story of the fallen country, Fran, what do you think? ”

The pawn wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at Fran with a smile, but there was pride in his originally stiff smile.

"Singing and crying, an emperor through the ages." Fran's face was calm, and he made the most accurate assessment in his heart.

"Wonderful! An Emperor of the Ages! The pawn clapped his leg and laughed loudly! Fran! You are determined to lose the anchor point that the feaster forcibly binds for you, and the old man, as one of the nine secretaries of the dead country, has come to ask you, are you willing to bear the weight of the dead country! ”

The old fellow restrained his somewhat frantic and impassioned look, and winked at Fran like an old fox, "Of course, not all. We have a magic that can share a small part of the weight of the loss of the country to others. In the past 100 years, we have used this magic to share the weight of the lost country with many heroes.

Of course, there are benefits. As long as you bear the weight of the lost country, then you belong to the people who are blessed by the dead country, whether good or evil, you only need a password from the emperor, and thousands of undead armies can support you. And you must know that the help of the dead country has no other intention, just to protect the heavy. In other words, as long as you bear the weight of the lost country, the dead country will stand behind you from beginning to end until your life is gone, and the weight of the lost country returns to the emperor. For you, the weight of the loss of the country may be unbearable, but the divinity within you is enough to counteract most of the effects. Moreover, this weight of the lost country can be used as your anchor point to nail your wavering humanity. ”

Like an old fox, the pawn said in a seductive tone, "The gift of the dead country only belongs to the bearers, and it is different from some guys with ulterior motives. As long as you carry that weight, we will stand behind you wholeheartedly. That's what you've always wanted, isn't it? ”

Fran was silent, with a hesitation in his purple eyes, but looking at the illusory and dreamy Norton Pavilion around him, the illusory feeling of not being held in his hands always lingered in the depths of Fran's heart, in the midst of this huge building complex, looking at the luxurious decorations around him, and the servants who had already greeted him respectfully, Fran had been very afraid, afraid that one morning when he would get up, all these good things would leave him, and beat him back to the lower town rat that was huddled in the corner and shivering!

"I accept ......," he heard his own voice say, followed by the cheerful echo of the pawn.

"As it should be! As it should be! ”

Fran sighed, after all, the flamboyant, bright, and righteous things have nothing to do with him, and the demon should be in the dark corner, staring at the passers-by, with a sneaky and disturbing look. How can a filthy thing see the sun?

Why did you not hesitate to accept it?

Fran asked himself in his heart.

For that ridiculous anchor? Does he really care about that thing? If you get lost, you're lost, it's not a big deal. As long as those two fools who didn't know how far away from him could live well, he didn't care if he was lost or not. So for what? For the sake of a luxurious and comfortable life now? How could he be able to endure the rat-like life in the lower city, and how could he be afraid of losing? So for what?

reminds me of the gorgeous but annoying faces of the three princesses today. I remembered Lisuo's condescending look, remembered that they said that the feast was not something you could control, and remembered the cold eyes of Inaka.

Fran felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and after thinking about it for a long time, he realized that that emotion was called anger. yes, how could it not be angry? It's like a docile dog, led around by people, no matter how docile he is, he will always have a little temper.

Fang Cai's mind echoed with the look of jealousy in the eyes of those so-called nobles when he appeared on the stage, and the undisguised fear. Thinking of the unscrupulous threatening voice in Lisuo's mouth, and remembering the appearance of those people when the dark cloud deity appeared, they were silent. The gradual overlap between those fearful faces and the lofty faces made Fran fall into a state of confusion like never before.

He stretched out his hands, slowly clenched them, looked at the eager old man in front of him, and repeated again, "I need strength, many, many, and only my strength." This is my request. ”

The wrinkles on the pawn's face were huddled, and he asked Fran with a smile, "But you already have a lot of power, such as the Feaster, the Feaster, the Danxi, the Mad Lady, the Secret Seeker, and even the Precision Cog, as long as you open your mouth, they will definitely not be stingy to lend you power." You already have a lot of power, so where do you need it? ”

Fran pursed his lips, and there was a slight stubbornness in his tone, "Those are not mine, those are just what I owe." ”