In 1102 BC, Wen Ding died and was succeeded by Emperor Yi. At this time, the Great Shang had already been weak in state affairs, the contradictions between the monarchs and ministers in the country were getting worse and worse, the disputes within the court were gradually revealed, the powerful ministers and nobles were divided into the court, and the princes from all walks of life were also in constant conflict.

But even so, even though the people have long been poisoned by the flames of war, and even though the people have long lost hope in the struggle of the powerful, the powerful still sing songs every day and drink every night, and never glance at the land under their feet and the people who have lived on it for generations.

Finally, in the last years of Emperor Yi, the Great Shang moved the capital to Yuqian again, completely pushing the contradiction between the monarch and the minister to the peak. And when Di Yi died of illness and Di Xin succeeded to the throne, he knew that a new powerful force had emerged that was enough to fight against the court of the big merchants.

Zhou was staring at the elderly Shang on one side, ready to move.

1046 B.C., Makino Lutai.

It was a very dilapidated house, more in ruins than a house. The roof is so broken that you can see the color of the sky through the cracks, and the surrounding walls, which are not able to shelter from the rain and wind, also show the incompleteness and despair of this place.

On the simple candlesticks around are sparsely placed some clean white candles that are about to burn. Through the faint candlelight that Ise was still flickering, she could see the scene inside the house vaguely.

I saw a middle-aged man dressed in a dragon robe and wearing a golden top, with endless sadness and unwillingness on his face, holding a sword in his right hand and a seal ribbon made of pure jade in his left hand, standing in the center of the room in a daze, and under his feet, there were all kinds of different bamboo slips and silk silks.

On the side of the man, a beautiful woman with tears on her face sat limply on the ground, letting her incomparably luxurious long dress fall to the ground.

The sound of killing continued intermittently through the ruins of the house. And the rolling thunder from the sky from time to time is also accompanied by this killing sound that goes straight to the heart.

It was late at night and the rain came.

"I hate it!"

After another thunder and lightning, the murmur of the middle-aged man's mouth could be heard faintly.

"The King. ”

Looking at the man in front of him who was trembling violently because of remorse and unwillingness, the beautiful woman crawled to his feet painfully, then closed her eyes slightly, let tears slide down her peerless face, and then said in a choked voice.

"Why, why. ”

"Why can't I protect my land, why can't I protect my people, why can't I protect my world? ”

"Even, I can't even protect the woman I love the most. ”

"I don't understand!"

", you can't open your eyes and look at your people!"

"I hate it!"

After a series of doubts and resentment, the middle-aged man could be seen suddenly raising the long sword in his hand, and then glaring at the sky with an angry face, and yelled again:

"I hate it!"

Looking up at her beloved man in such pain, and listening to her beloved man so powerless, she chose to fulfill him.

"Your Majesty, please forgive your concubine's actions. ”

Before the middle-aged man could react, the beautiful woman who was originally attached to his feet quickly finished speaking, and then kowtowed to him three times, and then without waiting for him to speak, he stood up extremely reluctantly, and walked out of the house without looking back.

Suddenly, there was a burst of light outside the house, and the colorful light reflected the originally dim room along the cracks of the ruins. The king looked at this burst of light stupidly, and a trace of blood and tears slid down his resolute face silently.

When this incomparably brilliant brilliance gradually began to dissipate, an extremely loud fox roared violently outside the house.

It was a snow-white silver fox.

I saw it turn its head and look back at the queen in the house, and then rushed towards the army not far away like colorful lightning.

In an instant, a painful wail arose as the colorful color stepped on. And what was left for the king was only the nine-tailed silver fox shuttling back and forth in the seven colors.

However, war is not something that can be decided by one person.

The sound of war drums that pierced the deepest part of my heart suddenly sounded at this moment. Before the king could see what was here, a huge black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, and the place of descent was coincidentally the nine-tailed silver fox who was fighting hard.

Boom!!!

A dull sound rang out violently after the rapid fall of the black shadow, and a huge wave mixed with countless hustle and bustle abruptly appeared.

When the hustle and bustle gradually subsided, the king saw clearly what this thing was.

I saw that this thing was surrounded by bronze mechanisms, and in each place, there were several soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty who were busy looking forward and backward, and at a glance, it was amazing that this thing was even one point higher than the palace of the song of the dynasty. Don't look at it and look very clumsy, but the middle-aged man still doesn't think this big guy is just a scaring ornament.

In the face of the nine-tailed silver fox that was invincible here before, this giant beast was not afraid at all. I saw that it suddenly stretched out its right hand, and then leaned towards the place where the nine-tailed silver fox was strong.

Rumble!!!

Another loud bang.

Suddenly, the hustle and bustle that was still gradually falling flew again.

Although the nine-tailed silver fox had long known that this thing was not good, it did not expect that a blow from this thing would be able to produce such a great ability.

After dodging this sudden attack, the nine-tailed silver fox was looking for an opportunity to break through the threat in front of him. After a few waves of tentative attacks, the nine-tailed silver fox found that no matter how he attacked, how tricky the angle and strength of the attack were, this thing would defuse all his attacks in the next second after he shot.

In this way, the nine-tailed silver fox and this huge mechanism beast are stuck back and forth in this battlefield.

Suddenly, this mechanical giant beast actually let out a sound that made the hairs explode after hearing it, and the teeth were sore.

Although the Nine-Tailed Silver Fox quickly evaded it after hearing this voice, no matter how much it thought about it, it would never have imagined that its opponent, this huge mechanism beast, would suddenly explode in front of it. Then, before it could react, the exploded trap beast turned into countless trap beasts about the same size as it, and then quickly devoured the nine-tailed silver fox.

Suddenly, an extremely miserable fox groan sounded violently in the field. And the nine-tailed silver fox, who couldn't dodge, also flew out to the side with the sudden blow of this giant beast.

"Daji!"

Looking at the colorful light that flew away violently into the distance, the man in the room not only roared in pain.

"No!"

"I hate it!"

Looking at the silver fox in the distance, which was gradually dimming in brilliance, the man was still completely crazy after all.

Watching his country being eaten away by the princes and magnates one by one, watching his most beloved woman helplessly die in front of him, and seeing his ambition about to turn into loess, he went crazy, he went crazy.

Because he hated it so much.

He hated his time, because of this troubled time, his dreams were in vain.

He hated this body of his, because this mortal body of flesh restrained too much of the beauty he wanted to create.

He hated the sanctimonious hypocrites in front of him, because their so-called propriety and shamelessness were only to cover up the many crimes they had committed.

Heaven is unfair, and it is not the same name for the righteous. The dead do not sing, and do not walk together for the living.

, I hate it!

This is his resentment, and it is also the resentment of the emperor.

With his uncontrollable hatred, a drop of candle flame that had not yet burned out inadvertently dripped down the air on the bamboo slips on the ground.

A generation of emperors, Emperor Xin, succumbed to the flames of hatred.

Suddenly, the humid air suddenly became a little dry. Before people could react, this feeling of dryness had become more and more intense, and along with it, a dragon-shaped cyclone evolved from the constant spinning of flames roared in the direction of Lutai towards the Xiqi army, and the center of the cyclone was Di Xin, who had long since given up the world because of hatred.

I saw that his whole body was constantly devoured by the relentless fire at this moment, and his eyes were no longer the eyes of ordinary people. Two waves of anger kept spurting out of his body along his eyes, and his armor had long since vaporized in the flames that kept swirling around him, and the naked Di Xin simply held a strange knife with a different shape, roaring and swinging towards Xiqi's army.

"What about burning the world!"

An endless roar accompanied by Di Xin's dragon qi instantly smashed into the center of the Xiqi army, and in an instant, Di Xin's own fiery cyclone that wrapped him exploded violently in all directions.