Chapter 221: The Imperial Family

The sky was very heavy, the terrifying dark clouds covered the sky, the dull thunder exploded in the sky above Huajing City, and the huge horror shrouded everyone's hearts, an indescribable depressing feeling. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the past, the bustling downtown was unusually quiet, with only a few hawkers standing there, but they were also listless, without a little end, and from time to time they had to look around.

The gloom on the faces of the ministers in the Jinluan Palace, the heavy gloom projected into everyone's hearts, and the indescribable in their hearts made them feel almost suffocated, and it was difficult to breathe.

Murong Xun's narrow eyes were shrouded in black at the moment, as if the pouring rain was almost pouring down from his face, his face was hideous, like a demon from the underworld, he opened his bloody mouth, and his cold eyes scanned everyone below.

Everyone at the bottom of the group trembled uncontrollably, as if whoever his gaze fell on would become the blood food of this evil spirit.

Ruddy lips rolled up and down, and words as cold as ice came out of his mouth, "Command the Divine Machine Battalion, three thousand red-clothed cannons are all placed on the upper floor of the capital, five thousand black-clothed guards are all put into battle, and three hundred blood-clothed guards also join the battle." ”

Hearing this order, everyone's mouths twitched fiercely, not only so ruthless, but also his generosity, or the true foundation of the imperial court.

The red-coated cannons, each of which is a weapon of war.

Zhao Haochen gathered a million troops to fight, and there were only nine red-clothed cannons in his hands, and there were only twelve on the tower of Huajing City, but he didn't expect that there were so many red-clothed cannons hidden.

The red-coated cannon had a range of 1,000 meters, and where the shells landed, within 100 meters, there was not a single grass, and everything was wiped out in an instant.

The black-clothed guards are people who walk in the dark, who are in charge of killing, all of them are high-level martial cultivators in the Desolate Yuan Realm, and all of them have undergone the tempering of life and death, so to speak, each of them has danced on the tip of the knife.

As for the Bloody Guards, it is even more terrifying, Hong Yuanjing cultivates, as for the number of Bloody Guards, no one really knows.

The people in the hall were horrified and looked at each other, even if they were important ministers of the court, in charge of one party, and their power was monstrous, but none of them knew that the court still had so much power hidden.

Could it be that there is something more terrifying in the imperial court that has not yet been activated?

This crazy thought made the hearts of all the ministers twitch fiercely.

I instantly had an opinion on this little emperor, or a new view of the imperial court.

In their eyes, there was Murong Yang first, then Ji Yuanhao, the latter Zhao Haochen, repeatedly forced the palace, but Murong Xun, as the emperor, was helpless, and they all invisibly thought that the foundation of the imperial court was in charge of these armies in name.

But now, ......

Murong Xun sat on the dragon seat, his two eyes were almost dripping blood, his face was covered with a fierce hideousness, a bloodthirsty light appeared from her, and the monstrous anger pierced through the sky, hovering over the imperial city, and the terrifying aura enveloped the entire hall in an instant.

The cold feeling, like a small snake, crawled up everyone's skin, they only felt that their hearts were completely shrouded in fear, and life was in the hands of the god of death, and the god of death above only needed to move his hands, and suddenly he would dissipate into nothingness.

The black clouds crushed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the armor light opened to the sun. The sound of horns fills the sky with autumn colors, stuffed with swallow fat and night purple.

The iron armor of the soldiers kept clashing as they walked, their neat steps shook the heavens and the earth, and the hurried footsteps shuttled back and forth on the city tower, and the heralds went out one after another, and one order after another spread in all directions.

There was only the iron blood of the soldiers in the silent air, and their eyes flashed with bloodthirsty brilliance, and when a pile of black-clothed guards passed in front of them, a huge shock and envy emerged from the depths of their eyes, and more from the fear in their hearts.

They knew the horror of this team, 300 people, one person and one horse, chasing thousands of miles away, Midnight City overnight, more than 100,000 soldiers and civilians all died in the city.

To the military, they are demons, bloodthirsty creatures, and at the same time they represent strength.

The wars that need them to participate are undoubtedly human tragedies, and the soldiers have the persistence and ethics of the soldiers, and will not attack the old and weak, women and children, but they are different from the soldiers, where they pass, the chickens and dogs are not left.

The heavy depression in the bottom of their hearts is like a boulder, pressing on the bottom of every soldier's heart, making it difficult for them to breathe, and they seem to have heard the call of death.

To the black-clothed guards, they are high gods, but to the black-clothed guards, how can the blood-clothed guards not be high gods.

Here, no soldier hopes to have this group of people participate, and the real soldier's contest will die without regrets, but there will be a group of butchers, and at the same time, it will be a sharp sword on their heads.

Standing on the tower of Huajing City, you can see a piece of black pressure in the distance, surging towards this side, I don't know why, at this moment, the soldiers here have a trace of desolation in their hearts, how they don't want those heroes and heroes on the other side to come over.

But they couldn't stop it.

The three thousand red-clothed cannons have already been placed, and the black muzzles are indescribably eerie and terrifying, as if three thousand sleeping giant beasts are crawling here, as long as anyone dares to disturb them, they will give people a thunderous blow, and in an instant, let the invaders disappear.

The black-clothed guards were shrouded in black robes, and each of them exuded terrifying fluctuations, and every sergeant unconsciously took a step back, and the terrifying depression made them uncomfortable.

Military discipline is serious Saint King army, at this moment, there was a little panic, their eyes stretched out to hide a deep fear, not from the other party's thousands of troops, let alone from the oppressive orders above, but from the black-clothed guards around them shrouded in black robes.

However, Murong Xun, who was sitting in the Jinluan Palace, didn't care about these at all, he only paid attention to the battle situation.

"Since you're here, then stay!" Murong Xun seemed to be in a frenzy, and when he heard the rumbling war drums outside, his eyes looked in the direction of the city tower.

"You have made me pay such a terrible price, you must die!" The hoarse voice was full of horror and gloom, it seemed that this was no longer the young and merry little emperor, as if he was much older.

The undisguised madness in his eyes set off his horror. The hair on the sides of her cheeks fluttered slightly, full of evil horror.