I chase corpses in Gaowu world

Chapter 205: Imperial Master, I have a question, do you dare to answer it?
Fang Ze's eyes first fell on Wen Yuanbo, and then quickly moved to the middle-aged man in black next to him.

To be precise, the focus of his gaze was the blood-red gleaming red sword in the middle-aged man's hand.

Because this sword brings the greatest sense of threat.

The skinny middle-aged man's martial arts skills are not bad, he has a ninth-level strength, which is very strong for ordinary people, but it is not enough for Fang Ze, and he can solve the problem in one face-to-face with his subordinates.

The real threat is the sword in his arms.

Fang Ze recognized this red sword at the first sight. It was a treasured weapon.

Not a serious treasure soldier.

If classified, this thing should be called an evil soldier.

The Evil Soldier is actually a branch of the Treasure Soldier, but it is a thinner branch.

Many of its refining methods are evil and bloody, and some are so cruel that normal people would be hurt if they heard about them.

But in terms of power and effect, evil soldiers and treasure soldiers are roughly the same. Sometimes their attack and killing capabilities are stronger, but they have weaknesses in other aspects.

For example, the backlash against the holder.

Refining evil weapons is not easy, but it is simpler than treasure weapons because it can be quickly refined using a large amount of human blood sacrifice or other methods.

Compared with treasure weapons, evil soldiers naturally have a kind of evil and sin.

When Fang Ze saw the red sword, he immediately recognized it as the evil soldier.

The feeling of bloodthirsty, madness, and choosing others to devour can't be suppressed.

"This is the important treasure of the Longkang royal family."

"The one holding the sword is Long Kang's great master."

He recognized it, thinking to himself.

"Mr. Yuan, be careful." Master Zhaoyi stared at the man in black holding the sword and said.

"This person is Long Kang's master, and what he holds in his hand is Long Kang's national treasure, the Heavenly Blood Sword."

"Don't communicate with the man who holds the sword."

"This person is the sword slave of Emperor Long Kang Yuanxing. He had his eardrum pierced since he was a child and became deaf. He was also poisoned and mute, unable to speak. He also used special medicine to remove most of his emotions. Through secret methods, he can only interact with a certain limited number of people. People communicate.”

"I don't know how the Longkang royal family used to train such a guy to become a ninth-grade master. I only know that the cost is extremely high and it is absolutely impossible to train him in batches."

"The purpose is to cultivate a high-level slave who is absolutely obedient, has no self-awareness, can only serve as a sword wielder, or a killing puppet, and is absolutely controlled by the emperor."

"Oh, I forgot to mention that a sword slave who can hold the Heavenly Blood Sword must have royal blood. Maybe he is the biological brother of Emperor Yuan Xing or a very close bloodline."

"Without bloodline, you cannot control the Heavenly Blood Sword."

"Hahaha... The Zhou family of the royal family has been doing this to their blood relatives for generations. It's really chilling."

Zhaoshi Yi said.

Fang Ze was a little surprised, but he didn't feel that surprised.

For the sake of power, it is not surprising that any ruler in any period, no matter how bright he may appear on the surface, may do cruel and absurd things in private.

He looked at the sword slave in black.

He shook his head and sneered.

"What, do you think it's a bit ridiculous?"

"A great country, the orthodoxy of the Central Plains, the most important weapon to suppress the national destiny, turned out to be an evil weapon?"

"Such a ferocious feeling makes people feel that at least tens of thousands of people have been sacrificed with blood, maybe more."

"Heavenly Blood Sword? Haha, the Evil Blood Sword is pretty much the same."

"And this sword slave..."

"Is this the Longkang royal family?"

When Fang Ze said this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

This evil inheritance of creating sword slaves ends today.

Wen Yuanbo listened to the conversation between Fang Ze and Master Zhaoyi.

After Fang Ze finished speaking, Wen Yuanbo said calmly: "To unify the world and stop entering troubled times, you have to pay a price."

"Sometimes, some wealthy businessmen have to die, and sometimes, some aristocratic families have to die." "Of course, when necessary, civilians can also die, in large numbers, hundreds of thousands, millions."

"As long as we can get back a prosperous age in the end, and the results are greater than the cost, that's enough."

"Since millions of people can die, why bother with a sword slave?"

"Even if he is of royal blood."

Master Zhao Yi sneered and said:
"really."

"After all, the dead cannot speak, and the price will not be heard. But among those in the prosperous age, those who enjoy the fruits, who would want to know the truth, and who would speak out for those who died unjustly? Everyone is praising the emperor's sage, and the world It’s peaceful.”

Wen Yuanbo smiled slightly and did not refute.

Master Zhaoyi looked at him for a long time and said, "Wen Yuanbo, I am thinking about a question sometimes."

"You and I both know that each person's personality will change a lot."

"But at least I still know in my heart that I am a human being, and I will still have some conflicts and hesitations."

"But you, why do I feel that you are becoming less and less human?"

"Millions of people are dying at your own risk. Don't you feel anything?"

"I know you're not just talking about...the destruction of all the gods in the world. It's really possible for you to lead troops from all directions and pacify the world."

"But at that time, not only the barbarians, but even Long Kang, millions of people might die."

"The people of Longkang don't know, but you and I both know that the Wubo barbarians slaughtered the city in the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanli. In addition to their barbaric nature, they also wanted to avenge the massacre of at least hundreds of thousands of Wubo barbarian civilians when Longkang was strong. "

“There is no end to the retribution of injustice.”

"You are not afraid of the world, does it know your true face?"

Wen Yuanbo still smiled and asked, "Who cares?"

"It has long been written in the history books that when dynasties rise and fall, millions, or even tens of millions, of them are not buried dead?"

"But who cares?"

"Whether it is reading history books or listening to the story, the common people feel that it has nothing to do with them, it is just a story. Even if they are serious, they feel that they will never be the one who dies. Who would think that they are one of the millions who pay the price? "

"In the hearts of many people, when imagining, they feel that they are victorious princes and generals. They wish they could kill millions more and be called the hero among heroes."

"They will not think that they are the one who has no name among the 100 million or 1000 million unknown dead. They always feel that they can have the last laugh."

"In this case, they are thinking the same thing as me, except that I am really standing in the position of the winner, and they are dust and ashes."

"Why should I sympathize with them?"

After a pause, Wen Yuanbo said more reservedly and elegantly: "What's more, history books are written by people like me."

"It is written in the history books that later people will see that I was always right."

Master Zhaoyi was silent for a long time.

Fang Ze looked at him and asked, "Master Wen, I want to ask you a question."

"Mr. Yuan, please ask." Wen Yuanbo said, as elegant and easy-going as ever.

Fang Ze looked at him and asked: "National Master, your previous ideas are known to everyone in the world. They all think that you have a true ideal. You want to get rid of the world's gods and restore the emperor's monopoly and orthodoxy."

"But to this day, I have a question."

"The Divine Yun of the World, Gu Zan, Xie Yan died, Fan Qianhong escaped, Master Jueyuan of Tianlong Temple has long since abandoned his kung fu, but you knew the news but you covered it up and concealed the news."

"Today, since you are here and have set up a killing plan, you are naturally determined and determined to kill me and Master Zhaotian."

"If you succeed, both of us will die, and apart from Fan Qianhong, who has escaped far away, you will be the only one left in the world."

"I'm curious."

"If you were the only one left in the world, would you follow what you told the world before and retire from the world, never care about worldly affairs, and return the power of decision-making to the emperor?"

"Or, as the only god in the world with no real obstacles, turn your back on your promise and ideals, control the Longkang court, become the emperor behind the scenes, and one day, replace the Zhou family and become the lord of Longkang and even the entire world?"

Fang Ze's eyes were extremely sharp, he stared into Wen Yuanbo's eyes and asked.

Zhaoshiyi next to him shook his body violently when he heard it. His eyes were shocked and he looked at Wen Yuanbo.

Wen Yuanbo's smile paused on his face, and his easygoing feeling solidified for a moment.

(End of this chapter)