Lord of the Desert

Chapter 443 God's Punishment
Xiao Chu felt an unfamiliar discomfort in his heart, and his expression unconsciously darkened.

At the other end of the flame, flickering light and shadows were cast on Hong Fan's face, highlighting the severity of his appearance.

If it was an ordinary genius on the list, as a princess she would just smile and leave.

But the current war is a perfect time to use people, and Hong Fan is indeed as Dai Wangchen said, truly unique.

So she was silent for a moment, and finally sat back down.

A cloud of flying sand rose up and lifted off the hanging tent curtain.

"On the twenty-fifth day of the first lunar month of this year, the governor of Liangzhou, Xu Gong, passed on an order to me, ordering me to rush to Shengzhou to provide assistance."

Hong Fan recalled, his voice as steady as a calm river.

"At that time, I asked Lord Xu, the territory was lost, the people died in vain, Zulong didn't care, Xiao family didn't care, but those Yuanci people who were born and raised in this state and county didn't care at all? Why didn't they join the war?"

"Mr. Xu answered me, 'It's not that I don't want to go, it's that I can't go,' and he said no more."

After he finished talking about the past, he looked at Xiao Chu.

"Since I have been so forthcoming before, Your Highness, please help me clear up my confusion."

Lost, wrongful death, Zulong, Xiao family...

This tone is undoubtedly presumptuous.

But Hong Fan spoke frankly, no longer restrained as he had at the beginning.

The tent obscured the stars and the moon.

Xiao Chu suddenly realized that although the entire Shengyu Army camp was her home, the home of this small tent belonged to Hong Fan.

She suddenly remembered the teachings she received in her childhood that "national heroes should not be looked down upon."

"The court naturally cares about the loss of territory and the deaths of ordinary people."

Xiao Chu gently pressed the wound on his right palm with his left hand and adjusted his mood in one breath.

"This matter is not complicated. In the ancient times more than a thousand years ago, our clan was first promoted by the Ancestral Dragon. The number of martial arts masters doubled day by day, and it was common to fight on multiple fronts. At that time, the celestial beings of various clans often invaded the enemy's territory, and they could destroy a thousand miles in one day and one night."

When Xiao Chu spoke of this, his words were profound, as if he had experienced it personally.

Hong Fan could also imagine such a scene - he had seen Feng Jianke's fierce power. When he was dying, his roar shook the whole city, not to mention that the Jinhai Desert was still left on the border of Liangzhou as a relic of the great war.

"So, because the gods love and care for their loved ones, they will prohibit other races with combat power above the Yuanci level from killing them lightly."

Xiao Chu continued.

"Reject?"

Hong Fan found this word quite awkward.

"Yes. It's called a denial because there is no written agreement or law, but a more special method."

She straightened her clothes for some reason.

"We call it 'God's Wrath'."

"Appreciate further details."

Hong Fan spoke faster.

"Now that we've come to this point, I won't keep you in suspense."

Xiao Chu sat up straight and glanced at him.

"If a Yuanci celestial warrior kills other races without reason, it may trigger divine punishment. Specifically, it may be that evil thoughts in the heart increase, and hallucinations are seen more often during sleep, meditation, and concentration, which eventually evolves into an ignorant fear that is difficult to get rid of."

"There are often signs before the divine punishment comes. If a warrior does not repent after receiving the signs, it will take effect. In the mildest case, the warrior will be cut off from the path of cultivation. In the worst case, the warrior will go insane or die."

Xiao Chu spoke softer and softer, and in the end he almost spoke in a breath.

The tent swayed in the wind, as if someone was listening outside the door.

The bonfire had been burning for a long time.

Hong Fan looked at the dim and trembling flames, and felt a chill running through his neck.

"Is this inevitable?"

He had not expected to get such an answer at all, and asked in the same softer voice.

"I have said that divine punishment is not the ironclad rule you imagine. It is not necessarily triggered by breaking the prohibition. There is no absolute correspondence between the severity of the killing and the consequences. There are even cases where it takes five to ten years to manifest itself."

Xiao Chu picked up some firewood and added it to the fire, then glanced towards the tent.

"As for Admiral Xu's reluctance to discuss this matter with you in detail, there are probably two reasons: one is that it involves a legitimate god, so the less you say, the less mistakes you will make; the other is that he is worried that it will add to your stress and affect your future."

Xiao Chu added another sentence.

"How does it affect your future?"

Hong Fan asked.

"The gods' methods are incredible. There are many examples in this dynasty where people suddenly know about it and become extremely anxious."

Xiao Chu answered.

"Yeah……"

Hong Fan crossed his hands and said nothing.

"So the gods will control the fighting among the mortals, but what about the territories of each race? Is the size of the territories also up to their will?" "Of course not."

Xiao Chu raised his voice slightly.

"Before our clan was favored by the Ancestral Dragon, we were extremely weak. How could we have the ability to occupy a rich land? The mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces were conquered inch by inch over two thousand years!"

Hong Fan nodded silently with a slight sneer on his lips.

To his ears, the words just now seemed like beating the dog by looking at its owner, and he felt vaguely uncomfortable.

Having lived two lives as a human, Hong Fan had never actually seen the so-called gods, nor could he fathom the limits of their abilities and natures.

But he always had a feeling, perhaps based on prejudice, that the gods had no love for their followers, but had other purposes.

Xiao Chu suddenly spoke at this time.

"Hong Fan, without the Ancestral Dragon, there would be no human race today. This is not empty talk."

Hong Fan's train of thought was interrupted, and he immediately realized that his emotions were somewhat extreme due to his position.

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The royal Xiao family is the spokesperson for the Ancestral Dragon in the mortal world, and Xiao Chu also has dragon blood, but no matter whether the gods are good or evil, it is not her fault.

As a princess, she neither lost her temper nor ignored the situation. She only gave gentle advice. The kindness in her words was priceless.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Hong Fan said gratefully and calmed down.

"I have read some of our dynasty's war history before, which records many high-level warriors' achievements on the battlefield. Did they all have a bad ending in the end?"

“Their situations are different.”

Xiao Chu hesitated for a moment, as if wanting to stop the topic here.

But thinking of the red streak that crossed the night sky tonight, she continued speaking.

"The most important affairs of a country are sacrifice and war. Even a small spark will eventually turn into a prairie fire. Whenever two tribes have to fight, the imperial court will issue a manifesto, hold a burnt offering, and sacrifice to the gods, announcing the order to the ancestor dragon to the world. If a war breaks out again at this time, there will be no limit to the punishment of the gods."

Hong Fan immediately sensed the ambiguity in these words - if the gods do not allow it, then why must they fight?
He didn't seize on the topic because there were more important issues.

"Does the Zerg's current attack fall into the above category?"

Hong Fan asked.

Xiao Chu's face darkened completely.

Almost instantly, the memory of the siege of Jinhai came to mind.

Looking back now, Chi Lin's breakthrough on the battlefield was more like a loophole in the rules than a coincidence. Even the multi-headed snake that he saw in his dream was full of symbolic meaning...

【After three years, how similar they are. 】

As Hong Fan was thinking about it, he saw that the firewood in front of him was running out and the fire was about to die.

The dark red of the charcoal flickered, embedded with infinitesimal eyes.

He rubbed his forearm vigorously, and Yusha rolled up a few pieces of firewood from the corner of the tent, then used his blazing fire energy.

There was a loud bang of fire.

The light is bright and the heat is overwhelming.

"Since it was the Zerg who first risked the gods' disapproval this time, why didn't the imperial court dispatch more Yuanci celestial beings to join the battle?"

Hong Fan rubbed his face and looked at Xiao Chu.

The latter raised his hand and vaguely grasped it towards the flame.

"God's punishment is like a hanging sword, and its obscurity makes it even more intimidating."

"Three Yuanci from Guxi, Duke Zhou received the emperor's order to protect me, Duke Wei's family business is here, and the ancient spear leader has only just made a breakthrough and I'm afraid he is still in the dark."

"It's been two months since the war broke out, and the situation is still unclear. How could those venerables who belong to a clan or a faction risk their lives to come to support us? The headmaster once said that the higher the martial arts, the further away from the common people one is. Although it's not completely right, it's not far away either."

"In short, the court has its own plans."

Xiao Chu placed his fists on his knees, his cheeks reflecting the firelight, like an expressionless white jade sculpture.

"It's useless to think too much. We have to do our own thing."

It was already late at night when he finished speaking.

When they parted, Hong Fan took the initiative to see them out of the tent, but Xiao Chu was heavy-hearted and his steps were particularly heavy.

The camp was quiet.

Only the crackling of fires here and there occasionally splashed into the night air.

After Xiao Chu left, Hong Fan stood alone at the edge of the tent, first looking into the distance at the forest drenched in moonlight, then looking up at the night sky.

Time never stops.

At a certain moment, he had a strange illusion - the stars were not embedded in the sky, but were floating above the sky.

The silver light flickered, passing through the glass-clear dome, as if countless eyes were peeking inside from the outside.

Hong Fan looked at it intently for a while, then suddenly came to his senses and found that his neck was covered with goose bumps.

(End of this chapter)