lethal arsenal

Chapter 564 Land and Water Conference
Once you enter the imperial city, it is as deep as the sea. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter.

As a symbol of the Song Dynasty, the imperial palace built by Lin'an Prefecture was definitely not something that ordinary scholars could set foot in.

The common people could only look at the red walls and imagine the magnificent scene inside.

Respect, awe, even fear, this is the look that the lower ones give to the higher ones.

This is how ordinary people and scholars deal with the powerful and wealthy.

The same was true for those high-ranking officials, emperors, and generals when facing Lin Dong.

The Qinzheng Hall, the Yangxin Pavilion, the Hundred Flowers Garden, the Weiyang Lake... Lin Dong visited all of them under the guidance of Song Lizong. The eunuchs, palace maids, guards and ministers who passed by him all had the same look in their eyes - awe and fear.

In addition to glancing at these servants, Lin Dong's gaze was more focused on a woman standing by the fish pond in the distance.

They look very similar, but their temperaments are completely different.

She wore a white rhinoceros hairpin crown on her head, with silk hanging from both sides. She was covered with a jade-colored robe, which concealed her exquisite, slender and graceful figure.

On both sides of her arms were two gauze ribbons.

A breeze blew up the hair on both sides of the crown, and the veil and black hair moved with the wind, making her look like a flying fairy.

But her face was exactly the same as Thirteenth Lady who had manipulated Lin Dong before in the Netherworld.

Yes, that’s right, it’s the daughter of the Asura King.

How come she is here?
"What's your name for this one?"

Lin Dong asked quickly.

When Song Lizong saw Lin Dong's eyes lingering on the woman, he thought of the first time he saw Lin Dong, and saw him swing his sword down, sweeping away the clouds and waves for thousands of miles. Then, a thought like admiring a mountain arose in his mind, and he was slightly shaken.

but.

Song Lizong collected his thoughts and introduced: "This is my Consort Yan. Yu'er, why don't you come over and meet the divine being."

He waved his hand and called the woman over.

Concubine Yan, whose full name was Yan Yuer, was the daughter of the prefect of Yizhou. She was now taken into the harem by Emperor Li of Song and was also his most favored concubine.

"I've seen immortals."

Yan Yu bowed softly to Lin Dong.

Lin Dong's gaze fell on that smooth face, but at this moment it was expressionless and looked particularly indifferent.

The more Lin Dong did this, the more relaxed Song Lizong felt.

Lin Dong nodded slightly, which was considered a greeting.

In fact, he already knew in his heart that this was the Thirteenth Princess of Asura, but due to other considerations, Lin Dong did not reveal her identity immediately.

He turned his head and smiled at Song Lizong: "Your Majesty invited me to visit the garden, I wonder why?"

As the emperor of a country, he had the opportunity to see the emperor who ruled over China. He rubbed his hands and said, "God, I want to ask if there is a way to achieve immortality in the world?"

Hearing this, Lin Dong glanced at Song Lizong with a hint of pity on his face.

"As the Son of Heaven, the supreme ruler, you should be planning your territory and ruling the people, but now you are asking ghosts and gods instead of the people. Well, that doesn't seem right. To the emperor, isn't he the so-called ghost or god?"

Think for a moment.

Lin Dong decisively shook his head, ending Song Lizong's thoughts, and said bluntly: "No one in the world can achieve immortality."

When Song Lizong heard this, his expression darkened. However, after all, Song Lizong had certain expectations about Lin Dong's words.

Qin Shi Huang and Han Wudi, which one of them is not an emperor of all ages, but who can live forever?
"Then may I ask the gods, what is the fate of our Song Dynasty? Can our Song Dynasty successfully survive the demonic calamity mentioned earlier?"

Song Lizong asked again.

"Haha. You've been tricked."

Lin Dong was delighted, this was what he had been waiting for.

He deliberately summoned Huoyun and then staged a show in front of all the ministers and officials, wasn't it just for this moment?

At that time, Lin Dong descended from the clouds and talked to Song Lizong about the demonic calamity.

The so-called demonic calamity is not completely fabricated.

Lin Yan reached a certain agreement with the Demon Lord. Although the Yuan Dynasty was the golden virtue, it was influenced by the black dragon's energy on the grassland and had the potential to unify the world.

Lin Yan assisted the Yuan people in attacking cities and conquering lands, taking advantage of the situation and achieving multiple goals with one stroke.

When he was, he also had certain requirements.

That is to build temples and harvest faith for the Demon Lord.

Once China is unified, he will almost be able to achieve the status of a celestial demon comparable to Mahadeva.

The Demon Lord can also refine this vast world and extract what he has been searching for.

That's why.

Lin Yan's behavior was a demonic calamity to the people of the world, especially the people of Jin and Song... What Lin Dong said to Song Lizong was definitely not fabricated.

"The secret of heaven cannot be leaked, but if it is in the south, two Jiazi is more than enough."

Lin Dong said calmly.

"Two Jiazi?"

After Song Lizong's calculations, wouldn't it only be a few years?
Judging from the fact that Zhao Kuangyin established the Song Dynasty, he was the fourteenth emperor, but if we look at the fact that the Southern Song Dynasty moved there, he was the fifth emperor.

It’s almost the same, and the remaining national destiny is only a little over half.

"But, is there a solution?"

Song Lizong was so concerned that he became confused and spoke stumblingly.

"Of course there is. If Song can survive this calamity, I dare say I can extend his life for another 300 years!"

Lin Dong said arbitrarily.

"Are you serious? Please don't deceive me."

Upon hearing this, Song Lizong was stunned at first, a look of doubt flashed across his face, and then he could not suppress his joy.

"I have been working hard to govern the country, treading on thin ice, and I dare not slack off in the slightest. Isn't this what I want?"

He sighed in his heart.

In fact, to be honest, in history, when Lizong was in power, he was determined to revive the country. He took measures such as dismissing the Shi Party, promoting the censors himself, clarifying the administration of officials, rectifying the finances, and even destroying the Jin Dynasty with the Yuan Dynasty. He did a lot of reform measures.

It’s a pity that in his later years he indulged in sensual pleasures like Emperor Xuanzong and lost his integrity.

The Li Zong that Lin Dong met in this world also had special ambitions.

He usually dislikes state affairs and likes vocal music, but that is just a disguise.

In today's imperial court, most of the power is concentrated in the hands of the powerful prime minister Shi Miyuan.

With the help of gods, Song Lizong couldn't help but reveal a look of joy.

Lin Dong glanced at Song Lizong and said calmly, “Your Majesty, the devil calamity is no small matter.”

He calmly poured a basin of cold water on Song Lizong's heated head.

"Yes, Demonic Tribulation, Demonic Tribulation."

Song Lizong whispered twice in a row, restraining his expression a little, but his gaze towards Lin Dong was still extremely blazing, "Maybe we should worship the God as the protector of our Song Dynasty, and offer all the necessary sacrifices, including livestock and animals."

"Haha, could it be that this God is just coveting that little bit of yours?"

Lin Dong asked with a smile.

"This……"

Song Lizong was outspoken for a moment, and realized that he had said something wrong, so he immediately tried to make amends... Concubine Yan next to him was obviously quite smart, and she quickly said, "Whatever the god asks, we will use the whole country's strength to please the god."

"Hahaha."

Hearing this, Lin Dong smiled heartily and said, "How delightful." He turned his eyes slightly and said bluntly, "Listen carefully, it is easy for you to worship me as the Protector of the Nation, but as the saying goes, a master should have a good reason. As the emperor, you worship a god for no reason. How will the people of the world feel about you?"

"Your Majesty, please hold a water and land conference and invite heroes from all sides. Anyone who claims to be a god can come and challenge the position of the god of the country."

"If this god wins, it won't be too late for Your Majesty to announce it to the world then."

Lin Dong said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Song Lizong's eyes immediately became enthusiastic. He couldn't help but grab Lin Shou with one hand and said sincerely: "Why do you have to do this, God? It's just a matter of a word from me to invite you."

"Everything has a name, and the name is the tool. The tool is the most important. If it is not like this, how can we rule the world?"

Lin Dong asked Song Lizong in return.

"What the Lord God said is... a feast, a feast!"

Song Lizong called out repeatedly.

Lin Dong slowly pried open Song Lizong's hand, looked straight ahead, and whispered softly, "I've made my move, what are you going to do?"

It's like talking to the void.

……

On that day, in Lin'an Prefecture, two shocking news came from the Song Dynasty Palace.

One is that a god descended into the palace.

The second is that the emperor will summon all the supernatural figures in the world to ask the gods to protect the country.

As soon as these two pieces of news came out, rumors spread everywhere. There were people who did not believe it, and the pilgrims were also extraordinary. Various forces were shaken, and people with Taoist skills from all corners of China rushed to Lin'an Prefecture.

……

The last ray of light in the sky was swallowed up by dusk.

The fiery glow gradually dimmed, and iron-gray shadows occupied most of the sky.

Before the night falls.

Lin Yan folded his arms across his chest and gazed into the distance.

The snow-covered top of the Three Peaks was covered with flags like a forest, and murderous aura was boiling to the sky.

In front of the Niujiao King's tent below, the new Khan of the grassland, Tore, slapped his palm downward fiercely and ordered: "Attack the mountain!"

The spirits of the grassland warriors were boosted.

With a swish, the scimitars were drawn, and the warriors in the king's tent shouted, "Attack the mountain, attack the mountain!"

Then, hundreds of warriors with wolf braids rushed to the top of the mountain.

Attacking the mountain at night was not a wise move, but Lin Yan had no choice but to do so.

The water of the Mo River at the foot of Sanfeng Mountain has been dyed blood red.

By the ditch, the flags of the White Wolf and the Clouded Leopard of the Jin people were mixed together, and there were corpses everywhere.

After defeating the Yuan army with a score of 1:67, the Yuan warriors finally reached the foot of Sanfeng Mountain.

If they don't take advantage of the effect of the medicine and instead wait until dawn, then it will be Torre's army that will die.

Lin Yan tried every possible means and specially prepared bloodthirsty pills for the warriors in the king's tent to take.

Once the pill is swallowed, death is the only certain outcome.

So, to die with passion or to fall in obscurity, no one is unaware of this choice. What should we choose?
A thick smell of blood rolled up to the sky, and carrion vultures circled in the sky.

On the Three Peaks Mountain, only the highest one is covered with snow, while the other two peaks are covered with trenches and traps.

Waiting for the warriors of the king's tent to charge and chop, there will be fire and stray arrows to treat them harshly, showing the hospitality of the host.

however……

Even though many traps had been set up, the Jin soldiers still fell like wheat being cut, with blood splattering and countless corpses falling. Faced with the king's warriors who seemed to have the power of tigers and leopards, who put life and death aside and were like humanoid weapons, those ordinary soldiers suffered countless casualties in a short time.

The morale of the Jin Dynasty fell uncontrollably.

"Can we win, sir?"

At one end of the mountain, Torre came to Lin Yan, looked out and asked, his words full of confidence.

"of course."

Lin Yan answered decisively.

If there hadn't been an existence like the Antarctic Immortal intervening, he would have racked his brains to come up with no reason why he would have lost.

If I make a move in the State of Song, the dean of the academy will not intervene.

The Demon Lord is on my side, who else could be on my side in this world!
"Push the last few teams forward, including your escort team, and make a quick decision. We need to have a meal before dark, and attack the city farther away before dawn."

"Only in this way can the blood of these warriors not be shed in vain, and my efforts not be in vain."

Lin Yan said coldly. Compared with Lin Dong, he seemed more ruthless and indifferent. The number of deaths was just a number in his eyes.

Because, if it was a number, he would at least take a look at it.

But if the number is not one of them, then Lin Yan would not even want to waste his time taking a look.

Weeds?

Do not!
Lower than grass.

"Yes."

Torre obeyed.

He took a deep breath of the bloody air and suppressed the anxiety deep in his heart.

"Everyone, follow me and charge!"

Torre summoned the last of his soldiers and launched a charge, even though there was a mountain in front of them.

The fearless warriors still dare to charge towards the mountains.

The elite troops under the White Wolf flag, the Khan's personal guards, actually rushed madly towards the snow-capped mountaintops that were dyed red.

Torre led a small group of troops and collided violently with the garrison on the mountain.

Sanshan Peak was an important place of the Jin Kingdom.

The Flying Leopard Cavalry stationed here were not weak either. When the White Wolf and the Flying Leopard collided head-on, blood surged like a torrent and the White Wolf soldiers' pupils turned red. This was the reaction after taking the elixir.

The soldiers, who only knew how to fight bloody battles, rushed into the formation of the Flying Leopard Cavalry without feeling any pain.

Then, the formation that looked like a whirlpool strangling the team was dispersed by a single blow.

The so-called one force breaking all dharmas is nothing more than this.

The White Wolf soldier, who had clearly been seriously wounded and dying, was still able to fight back against the enemy with the long knife inserted in his abdomen before he died, and used his last remaining strength to sweep away the Flying Leopard soldiers and knock them down. Once a soldier fell, the next moment, he would be greeted by the other soldiers of the royal tent who would pounce on him madly, without reason, like crazy corpses.

Under such circumstances, Torre naturally became blood-thirsty. His eyes were red as if he was crying blood. The long sword in his hand was shining with light. If it collided with any weapon, it could cut off the opponent's weapon in an instant.

Torre led his men and charged up from the side of the mountain, like a sword stabbing straight into the enemy's abdomen.

The long sword rang as it chopped off heads one by one, and the heads were thrown high into the air. Torre, who was moving through the battlefield, was like a nimble dragon. The powerful blade rolled into the crowd, reaping lives anytime and anywhere, and there were rolling waves of blood all around him.

"Hahaha."

Torre was so angry that he burst into laughter.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The blade of his long sword was broken, but this did not affect his drinking of blood. Torre was covered in bright red blood, which never stopped dripping, like an evil ghost Yaksha. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to that bloody night.

In the king's tent of the grassland, Tolui personally cut off Temujin's head with a long knife, "I am the Khan! The only Khan of the grassland!" Tolui said so, his expression became even more crazy.

Lin Yan, who was on another hill, was looking at the scene on the snowy peak with great satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)