Hall of Heroes

In the evening of the same day, the dark curtain of the night gradually spread out from the sky, shrouding the glimmer of heaven under the celebration of the prosperous age. In order to welcome this time, the Clan Affairs Institute made full preparations, and also alluded to the festive atmosphere to the ordinary people, and distributed a large number of ingredients and wine, with the intention of celebrating the return of the prince to the whole people.

Not to mention inside and outside the palace, the lights are colorful, the glass is bright, and all the mobilization that can be mobilized inside and out. Not only is the prince back, but the high-level of the War Alliance is here, and the marshals and legion commanders of the Demon Spirit Clan are also back, so the lineup should be matched with the highest specifications, so the atmosphere of universal celebration is interspersed with a large number of busy and nervous figures.

Tang Yan did not immediately attend the welcome banquet, and quietly left accompanied by Tang Yiyuan and King Ma Yan.

They walked into the darkness, walked to the secret forbidden area of the imperial city, and walked to the silent and solemn ancestral shrine - the Hall of Heroes.

Located in the corner of the Imperial City, it is leafy and lush, like an old manor.

Under the cover of night, it is dull, quiet, solemn and solemn.

The ancient city walls, the thick shade, are the monotonous melody of the manor. Stone soldiers and stone generals can be seen everywhere inside, standing proudly everywhere, looking at all directions, they have been here for tens of thousands of years, carrying the erosion of the years, silently guarding this solemn garden, guarding the buried souls.

Outside the garden, it is heavily guarded and heavily guarded.

In the garden, there are no guards, no war beasts, except for flowers, trees, and stone soldiers and stones, there are no other living creatures, which is extremely quiet and depressing.

Tang Yiyuan walked silently in front of him on crutches, walking along the quiet and crooked tree-lined path to the Hall of Heroes in the deepest part of the manor, where the heroic monument of the dead generals was displayed and the heroic pillar of the undead was sealed.

They can be sealed in the Hall of Heroes, all of them have created miracles during their lifetimes, have had endless glory, and they are still admired by all the people after their deaths, and are remembered by the whole family.

Being able to enter there is the highest glory of the demon spirit clan after death.

Tang Yiyuan walked slowly to the Hall of Heroes with awe and piety, five steps and a pause, ten steps and a stop, five steps and a solemnity, and ten steps and a bowing head.

Tang Yan and King Ma Yan silently followed behind, also following Tang Yiyuan's example, expressing the same awe.

These martyrs have done their best for the demon spirit clan, sacrificed their precious lives for the demon spirit clan's horse leather shroud, and sacrificed their precious lives for the great cause of the demon spirit clan's survival, which is worthy of future generations to remember and deserve to be pious to come.

This is an ordinary road, but it has stepped out of the mental journey, as if it has brought people to the heroic epics and the magnificent elegiac battlefield in wordless silence.

After a long time, a dim temple appeared in sight.

It is not as majestic as it imagined, it is not huge and magnificent in waiting, but an ordinary low building, as if it is an enlarged black stone coffin, squatting on an ancient stone platform in black.

In front of the main entrance of the temple, there are two huge braziers that are not extinguished all year round, burning brightly, illuminating the night and dispelling the darkness. It was like a flickering eye, staring coldly at the comer, silently overlooking the Wanzai Imperial City of the Demon Spirit Clan!

In front of the door of the temple, an old man with vicissitudes of life was sitting silently, leaning on a brazier, dozing off.

He was so old, gray-haired, wrinkled, skinny, and trembling even when he sat down, as if a breeze could blow him down.

When Tang Yiyuan walked out of the shade and walked towards the stone platform, the old man seemed to be aware of it, tried to open his old eyelids, and struggled to stand up.

"Dean, slow down. Tang Yiyuan hurriedly greeted him and carefully helped the old man up.

"I just heard him shout...... Old Dean?" Tang Yan asked strangely.

King Ma Yan said, "He was the previous president of the Clan Affairs Academy. ”

"Huh??"

"According to the rules of the clan, the president of the clan affairs court or the president of the military affairs yuan must come to the ancestral shrine to guard the spirit after leaving office until he dies of old age, and then the presidents of the two houses will be assigned to replace him according to the situation. However, the situation in recent years is special, the previous president of the Military Affairs Yuan belongs to the battlefield of the war death, the Military Affairs Yuan is temporarily inseparable from Tang Fengye, and the Clan Affairs Yuan is inseparable from Tang Yiyuan due to various circumstances, so it ...... The previous president of the clan affairs yuan, who was supposed to grow old with peace of mind, had to borrow the fire of the ancestral shrine to continue his life, and he lived with difficulty and reluctance.

If you really want to count it, he has been stationed here for many years, at least 5,000 years, which is a relatively long one. ”

"Oh. Tang Yan suddenly understood the meaning. The ancestral shrine is very important, not only guarding the undead of the past and present, but also guarding many secrets of the demon spirit clan, which must be guarded by the most trusted people. The presidents of the two houses are naturally qualified, and they must and can only be guarded.

"Is this our prince?" the old dean stood up tremblingly and looked at Tang Yan in the audience with a smile. The vicissitudes of life in the eyes are not cloudy, and the essence that appears at first glance is as bright as the stars in the night, unfathomable, and people dare not look directly.

"I've seen the old dean!" Tang Yan bowed heavily in the audience and made a big salute.

"Old Dean, it's been a long time. King Mayama also bowed.

"It's all back, okay, okay. I can still see you come back in my lifetime, God treats me well. The old dean smiled gently, but he looked too weak. "Come, let me see, take a good look. ”

Tang Yan and King Ma Yan walked along the stone platform, and the old man's joy and warmth also infected them.

The old man's bright eyes looked at Tang Yan's eyes burningly, as if he couldn't see enough of it, and wanted to imprint him firmly in his mind. The dry hands firmly held Tang Yan's hand, with great strength, and grasped it firmly like pliers.

Tang Yan was very unaccustomed to this kind of close intimacy, but he felt the enthusiasm of the old man, and it was difficult to refuse, so he could only let him. After a while, a warm sensation of numbness appeared in the wrist, and spread along the arm to the whole body, and you could feel that this power was constantly spreading, and it was divided into all the meridian branches of the body, and it was divided into hundreds of bones and bones.

The power is warm and peaceful, but also sour and numb, and unconsciously arouses a hot sensation in the whole body, as if every cell and every joint is beginning to revive and excited.

"It's the breath of Long Kui, it's very pure, it's Long Kui. The first emperor succeeded, and the ancestor Long Kui was resurrected. The smile on the old dean's face deepened again, and he was very relieved and moved, and it was a blessing to be able to touch this breath with his own hands.

"We're here to bury Amber. I brought back Amber's body, hoping to bring people back to the ancestral shrine. Tang Yan always remembered the agreement of the year, to bring Amber back to the demon spirit clan, bury him in the ancestral shrine, and give him the glory he deserves.

"There's no rush. Come in and sit down. The old dean pulled Tang Yan into the ancestral hall, he seemed to be really moved, and he kept holding Tang Yan's hand and refused to let go.

The interior of the ancestral hall is dim and solemn, and the hero pillars stand everywhere, the area inside is much larger than imagined, and the number of hero pillars is enough to reach thousands of people, distributed in the dim ancestral hall.

Each pillar of Hero is like a coffin, which contains the soul of a martyr, or the body, or a relic left behind by a soul-destroying person. The surface of the pillar is engraved with the natal demon beast before death, lifelike, as if you can hear the roar of the faint beast, engraved with life deeds, all in one, detailed as an autobiography.

In addition, there is the most important hero column, which not only seals the remains of the martyrs, but also seals the soul and blood of the natal demon beast during his lifetime, and stores it in the form of a complete beast shadow. This is the most precious relic left by the martyrs, although the body died, but before death separated itself, released the demon spirit, in order to hope that future generations will have someone to accept the inheritance and continue their legend again.

Such hero pillars are preserved most carefully, but the number is not too much, after all, the heroes of the demon spirit clan rarely die normally, most of them die on the battlefield, there are no corpses, and those who are strict are all destroyed.

"There are a total of 1,688 heroes in the ancestral hall, and most of the heroes from ancient times to the present day have been buried. Entering the Hall of Heroes is not based on strength, but on life deeds, there are saints, half-saints, and venerables. The old dean took Tang Yan's hand and introduced him as he walked.

Tang Yiyuan and King Ma Yan followed behind, Tang Yiyuan often came over, but King Ma Yan came in for the first time, and in the past hundred years of sacrifice ceremonies, they were all outside the ancestral shrine, and they couldn't see the situation inside.

He walked past the pillars of heroes, remembered the martyrs, and looked around the internal layout of the Hall of Heroes. The dark walls are neat and deep, and they are carved with all kinds of demon beasts, lifelike, fine to the hair, as if they can pounce out at any time, and they are more three-dimensional than those on the stone wall outside the ancestral shrine. According to rumors, it depicts the beginning of the demon spirit clan, which has continued from ancient times to the present, recording a large number of earth-shattering deeds, and also witnessing the rise and fall of the demon spirit clan many times.

"Young master, do you know how many emperors our demon spirit clan has experienced, how many times has it been prosperous and decaying?" The old dean took Tang Yan and walked towards the deepest part, and through the heavy hero pillars, it was vaguely seen that there was the largest stone pillar in the depths of the ancestral hall, reaching the top of the ancestral hall.