Silent killing, in the face of the surging warriors who seem to be inexhaustible, Ji Lun is counter-charging. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Or have died in the hospital thousands of times in seven years, and like people's adaptation to many things, dying is also a habit of dying.

On the contrary, the killing continues, and a kind of realization gradually arises.

"I see...... The Lu Dynasty was established, and the victims of all parties in the troubled times may also be selected in the spiritual world, and the Lu army is a descendant of the imperial army, with battle flags, non-commissioned officers, and generals. ”

"It didn't appear in the jailer sequence, but Ji Jun and other princes became jailers, with no battle flags, no non-commissioned officers, and no generals...... The essence has long been destroyed and swallowed, and the empire and its heirs have been subdued, and the pawns of the former princes have turned into eagles and dogs in the spiritual realm of the new dynasty. ”

"These eagles and dogs must wear iron masks to hide their imprints. ”

Ji Lun saw through the reality of the jailers, and these jailers were not descendants...... There is no imperial flag, hundreds of people are not organized to fight, only the most basic crowd tactics, a wave of arrows, a wave of charges, and another wave of arrows......

Countless black dots fell from the sky, and the tuk-tuk struck the armor and bounced away, unable to penetrate Jilun's composite armor - especially for the bullet arrow reinforcement.

Guillon is exempt from long-range shooting, and also needs to deal with the enemy's melee combat - especially the jailer with a blunt weapon in shackles, he must find and kill him as soon as possible, and cannot make it into a formation.

A humanoid heavy tank charged through the infantry, wading through the bloody mud, and the enemy had no weapons of explosives packs or grenades......

"It seems that the power must also keep pace with the times in order to adapt to the competition, and the terracotta warriors and horses have been sealed for three hundred years, and they are outdated. ”

"Or, here, those hot weapons don't have the power to sweep. ”

Courage will not be outdated, and the shouts can be heard continuously, united as one, the mountains roar and the tsunami, and the will to bring vigor and vitality across the three hundred years of time, shaking the hearts of the people: "Long live the empire-"

Ji Lun was silent and rushed forward.

"Boom!" A burst of fire exploded, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and many of the jailers were already wrapped in raging fire, and they still had the stench of burnt flesh and skin!

"Kill, kill all the enemies and leave no one behind!" The more these people united, the more an inexplicable hatred in Ji Lun's heart burned, and there were constantly spells to hit down, and the corpses were killed all over the field.

It wasn't until the end of the killing that this hatred slowly subsided, Ji Lun lifted his mask and walked down the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, everything was quiet, only the wind blew through the battlefield, and there was a whimper of the inverted iron blade, there was no flag glory, only weapons as tombstones, he exhaled: "Listen...... A new journey...... The trumpet sounds......"

A light and energetic battle song, interspersed with forgotten melodies, seemed to be a send-off for the warriors of three hundred years ago, the corpses of the jailers gradually disappeared on the battlefield, but the broken floor was sprinkled with blood, little by little absorbed into the cracks of the masonry, and it seemed that red lava flowed on the earth......

"If the country is strong, we must take on the ......"

How many times have volcanoes sprung up like this in this ancient land, and how much magma has cooled?

"The battle flag is full of iron-blooded glory......"

The snowflakes are falling all over the sky, the sun shines into the battlefield, reflecting countless small elves, it seems that the stars of the entire universe are falling to the earth, Ji Lun stands in this star snow, and sends away this batch of heroes in the troubled times three hundred years ago with a war song, waiting for all to be purified, and the earth suddenly shook.

"Boom!"

A pit collapsed on the spot, and when I looked at it, a blood flag appeared at the bottom of the pit, with no flagpole and no mark, and I couldn't see the effect for a while.

Ji Lun put it away, and now there was a smooth road in front of him, went to the altar, lit the remaining candles on the altar one by one, and on a circle of patterns around the statue in the center of the altar, a transparent cover appeared, hidden in the open top of the pyramid, the sun shone on the ice crystals, flowing golden red liquid lines, pouring into the statue.

A sudden red light burst through the crack, and the whole building burst into flames, forming a corridor of flames, opening the fog and leading to the statue's pedestal......

"And a secret place?"

Ji Lun stepped into it and saw a burning flame cage in the mist, and inside was a huge human figure, which inexplicably felt familiar...... But there are no faces or eyes to be seen, and it seems to sleep quietly in the torments of Hellfire.

And in front of the flame cage, a middle-aged officer was standing, looking over.

Although he didn't encounter it in reality, Ji Lun saw the photo and blurted out: "Father!"

Ji Jiang watched quietly, and bowed his head: "You're finally here!"

Ji Lun looked at his straight military posture and frost-dyed sideburns, and stood in relative silence without saying a word, and after a long time, Ji Lun said: "Father, you owe me an explanation - why did we meet here?"

"That's right, I owe you an explanation!" Ji Jiang looked at his son, his eyes flashed, and he exhaled, his expression was full of helplessness and pain, and his voice was low: "For the empire, my son!"

Ji Lun didn't say anything, just watched.

"You are in the hospital, you may not know that this land is in danger, the First World War, the empire lost three million soldiers, the countries of Fuso, Goryeo, and South Vietnam rebelled, and the entire Asian order collapsed. ”

"Not only that, the empire's destiny is crumbling, and it only maintains a nominal center, with many princes. ”

"The nations took the opportunity to attack and cede the concessions. ”

"This is not a renewal of the family and one surname, but the death of the world, we must choose, each of us is paying the price for the empire...... It's just that this home is a little bit more ......."

Ji Lun sensed that he was about to get an answer, stared at it, and just asked, "At what cost?"

This colonel, this powerful warlock, this father...... He bowed his head, and his tone was heavy and difficult: "Son...... Your car accident in the hospital, your pain for seven years, and your brother's accident are actually related to my plan......"

"No, don't say it. Ji Lun only heard this, a kind of depression filled his heart, extremely uncomfortable, and felt dizzy, so he interrupted the words.

"No, son, you have the right to the truth, listen to ......"

Ji Jiang's eyes jumped: "Fifteen years ago, I married your mother Su Ximei, she has the blood of Zhenjun, and four years later, I took the three of you, in accordance with Lu Hou's order, and secretly held the Holy Child Ceremony." ”

"The Holy Child Ritual was a success, but none of your three children had fully gained the power of the True Monarch of the Yi Holy Cloud Fu...... For some reason, or if it was the true monarch's self-preservation, only half of its power came to the ground. ”

"Only half of the power, it doesn't matter, half is enough, but the incomplete power, which is not shown, must be stimulated......"

Ji Lun only felt a "buzz", deep in his heart, something was broken.

It turned out that his car accident, his daily nightmares, as well as the death of his younger brother and the paralysis of his sister, were all this man's plans.

Ji Lun was in a trance, everything in front of him became blurred, and gradually a scene appeared.

The night is dark, and the road is long.

Torches were continuous, battle flags were waving, cars were roaring, horses' hooves were thundering, artillery carriages were rushing, silent soldiers rushed to the battlefield, crossed a river, artillery fire roared on the opposite bank, machine gun fire, flares and fireworks rose, forming a wall of fire, unable to stop the night attack.

He stood in front of the formation, holding a torch to shine on the ancient boundary monument at the head of the bridge.

In a daze, listening to the sound of the horn, the soldiers sang a military song: "The empire wants to protect the overall situation, Lu Hou follows the order to practice new exercises, the first is determined to repay the king's kindness, the second homework must be taught by the commander, the third march does not harass the people, and the country cannot protect the ...... if it is not a soldier."

"Salute—"

"Rite over!"

A voice sounded in front of him, and someone shouted: "Report to the colonel! After the combat deployment is completed, you can launch an attack on the target at any time!"

"Action!"

Such a conversation came all the way, and an officer rode over, and this seemed to be the colonel...... But it's not a father, it's a little familiar, it seems that I've seen a photo in the doorman's newspaper, a big man under Lu Hou, with a fat brain, a little abnormal bending of his left arm, lingering in the drunken Jin Fan Opera House, and the photo shows a singer with a singer around him.

But at this time, the officer was still young and heroic, a warrior, the dry city of the country, stray bullets flew on the battlefield, one arm was hung with a blood-colored bandage in the artillery fire, and the other hand held a gilded dragon swallowing sword on his shoulder, and his attitude was different, showing a smile to himself, nodding: "The person who brought you...... Fight, Captain Ji! Lu Hou asked me to send you a sword, looking forward to another miracle from you!"

Ji Lun took the sword, and didn't have time to think about why the weight, center of gravity, and feel of the sword were familiar, and under the attention of the soldiers, he couldn't help but salute a military salute: "Yes, colonel!"

............

"Hum" Ji Lun woke up, but found that he took out his sword, and the second lieutenant brand on his shoulder was like a red-hot iron plate, emitting a sizzling smell of barbecue.

"You have half the strength, use it, go and duel with the true monarch in the cage!" Ji Jiang's face was solemn, and he held up Ji Lun's hand, as if an old lion was holding up the little lion, and took it to see the vast grassland hunting ground, pointing to the huge human figure in the flames.

"The victor will receive the crown! The full power of a sleeping true monarch, you will become a god walking on the earth, a humanoid weapon of the Empire...... Defeat the Great Powers and reverse the fate of the Empire!"

"Humanoid weapon!" Ji Lun suddenly felt as if he had split in half—anger and disgust, and indifference and intimacy—and looked at the flames, feeling attraction once more.

Is it the forces that attract each other?

I can't find a memory reference, a huge sense of intimacy......

"Son, please remember, we are all soldiers of the Empire, sacrifice and dedication is our duty, all for the Empire-"

Ji Jiang patted his son on the shoulder, showing the rank of second lieutenant, and an order came out of the colonel's father: "Go to war, second lieutenant!"

With this order, Ji Lun suddenly felt that his body had been controlled first, and he walked towards this burning flame cage.

Arriving at the cage, the cage door rose silently, and when Guillen entered, it quickly closed.

"Boom!" everything unfolded in front of him, and the small cage seemed to have turned into a wide square, except that there were not spectators around this square, but a burning wall of fire.