Barbarian Throne

This is an era of chaos, an era of dragons and snakes.

The Royal Capital of the Northern Zhou Dynasty was massacred, the royal family was destroyed, Emperor Sharjah and the Crown Prince of Zhou died one after another, all civil and military officials were brutally murdered, and only a dozen princes escaped. These dozen princes were scattered throughout the empire, supported by local lords or warlords, and proclaimed themselves emperors one after another, claiming that they were the orthodox royal family.

The southern Xinjiang coalition soon disintegrated as a result. The Beast Riding Forbidden Army, the Magic Forbidden Army, and the Knights of Light left quietly, each supporting a prince to proclaim himself emperor and dominate one side.

The Orc Alliance also had ulterior motives. Two generals, Raf Hillman and Notting Hill, led a raid on King Battle of the grasslands, intending to capture the grassland barbarians and occupy a place in this troubled world.

At this time, the Southern Ming Dynasty's hundreds of thousands of troops, the five legions and the cavalry imperial army were waiting for an opportunity to destroy the barbarians in southern Xinjiang and march to the north.

Unexpectedly, not long after, news came from the rear that the leader of Nanming, the top master in the mainland, died at the hands of a man from southern Xinjiang, and the capital Yanjing was also massacred.

The five armies of the Southern Ming Dynasty were themselves the armies of the southern countries that had been annexed in the past. When Emperor Geshu was alive, they were naturally united, but when Emperor Geshu died, they suddenly became divided.

The general of the Zhuguo Kingdom, Barendrut, of the Cavalry Forbidden Army, was not so content and took the lead in leading his troops to retreat.

Marshal Dencher intended to suppress the five legions with iron-blooded methods, but was unexpectedly besieged by the commanders of the five legions. He had to protect Prince Geshu alone to break out of the siege and seek refuge with General Bollen, the leader of the Holy Light Knights. Continuation of the Nanming Principality.

At this point, the South was also torn apart, and the entire continent became more than 20 countries, large and small, with wars and wars and heroes rising together.

This result was unexpected not only by everyone in the mainland, but also by the Divine King's Palace, which was evacuated overseas and aloof.

In the Temple of the God King, the Fourteenth Pope sat on the throne with a cold face. He listened carefully to the reports of Torres and others. He pondered for a moment and waved his hand: "You go down, I have my own opinion."

Sisyphus couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty the Pope, with the strength of my temple, we can form a large army, and with your help, it's no problem to wipe out those barbarians, why..."

"Go down!" The Fourteenth Pope shouted coldly and waved his sleeves.

Everyone was silent and quickly exited the temple.

The Fourteenth Pope pondered for a long time, got up from the throne, walked through the long and deep corridor, and came to the apse. He saw a beautiful girl lying on a fox-fur couch, with twenty or thirty dancers below. Dancing gracefully, the posture is enchanting and moving, and the delicate body twists like beautiful snakes.

The fourteenth Pope coughed, and the dancers quickly stopped singing and dancing, bowed and exited the apse.

"My lord..."

"I already know."

The girl was Delina. She opened her little cherry mouth, yawned, and said with a smile: "Brother Tian is dead if he dies. It's not a big deal. The fourteenth life, based on your knowledge, it shouldn't be What a fuss?"

The fourteenth Pope's mouth moved and he couldn't help but said: "My lord, with the strength of my temple, it is more than enough to wipe out the entire continent. Why not let the people of the temple do it themselves? The barbarians in southern Xinjiang have bullied me too much. As long as I send the temple Half of the force is enough to wipe out these barbarians!"

Delina stood up gently and took two steps. Obviously she was still not used to walking on two legs and preferred to slide on the ground. She smiled and said: "The temple cannot take action. There is more than one god in this world." The King’s Palace, and many other temples, such as the Palace of our mortal enemy Pluto and the Temple of the Goddess of Wisdom.”

The Fourteenth Pope shook his head and said: "My lord, the Palace of Hades is no match for us. As for the Temple of the Goddess of Wisdom, there has been no master for a long time..."

The Temple of the Goddess of Wisdom is the temple of magicians. It has long since declined with the decline of the Holy Yuan Era, leaving only an empty shell, that is, the Magic Guild.

"Of course there is nothing to worry about in the Temple of Hades and the Temple of the Goddess of Wisdom, but since I can project it into this world, why can't the God of Hades and the Goddess of Wisdom also project a clone?"

Delina smiled slightly and said: "Besides, what I want is faith! Destroying a race will only make all races fear me instead of worshiping me and believing in me. Faith is a kind of power, a fanatical power, you know ?"

The fourteenth generation was at a loss and quickly lowered his head.

"This world is just a huge cake. The reproductive capabilities of all human races are so powerful. As early as the Tianyuan era, the gods discovered the wonderful and tiny lives in this world, so they came one after another to teach these extremely powerful reproductive abilities. The little guy’s various skills teach these tiny beings how to use fire and magic and spread the faith of gods.”

The fourteenth generation listened quietly. According to the legend of the old man, the Tianyuan and Shenyuan eras where humans and gods coexisted, and it was a golden age of incomparable prosperity.

Records about the Tianyuan era and the Shenyuan era have long been lost in the long river of history. Even the Temple of the God King, which has an extremely rich foundation, has no information handed down. The later Shengyuan era is called Bronze Age. As for today, the decline of fighting spirit and magic is called the Black Iron Age.

Delina had a playful smile on her face and giggled: "Everyone among the gods wants to take a bite of this big cake. This is because the reproduction ability of the gods is so poor, and the reproduction speed of various human races is too fast. , at the beginning, humans did blindly worship them, which allowed them to gather a lot of fire of faith. These fires of faith made the gods overjoyed, but later, hehe..."

At this point, she suddenly stopped talking, but changed the topic, and said with a smile: "The gods had no choice but to leave this world, but I have not given up yet. You said in the fourteenth life, I have been waiting for tens of thousands of years After this, can we still endure it for just a few decades or hundreds of years? Acting rashly will only cause unnecessary trouble."

She waved her hand gently and said: "Go down and contact those small countries to find a suitable country leader to support."

The Fourteenth Pope turned to leave, but suddenly stopped and said hesitantly: "My lord, what should we do with the southern Xinjiang man who killed Tian Geshu?"

"Just deal with it. Although it is not convenient for the temple to directly intervene in the affairs of this world, if you kill one or two troublemakers jumping around, no one will say anything."

Delina thought for a while and then said: "Don't come to me again in a short time. I have to go on a long trip."

The Fourteenth Pope bowed slightly, turned around and left, walking directly to the cliff behind the Temple of the Divine King. He saw many elders of the temple still there trying to figure out the outcome of the battle.

He walked deeper into the cliff. The further he went, the older the elders of the God King's Palace became. Although the elders on the outside are frighteningly old, with the youngest being one or two hundred years old, they are nothing compared to the elders inside!

These people are all elders of the next generation in the God King's Palace. The further they go inside, the higher their seniority becomes.

The Fourteenth Pope walked to the innermost place and saw two old men with snow-white eyebrows sitting at the foot of the cliff. They closed their eyes and concentrated, their light white eyebrows drooping, and they circled around them several times.

The two old men were dry and thin, like two weathered mummies, with bare heads and no hair. Their foreheads were covered with blue moss, their faces were stained with dust, and their clothes were covered with spider webs. The black widow is lying in her nest, waiting for prey to come to her door automatically.

These two people's breathing stopped, their heartbeats were completely absent, and their vitality disappeared completely. They seemed to have died a long time ago.

"Those disciples are being lazy again and actually forgot to clean the dust on the two master uncles."

The Fourteenth Pope shook his head slightly, walked up to them, and said in a clear and clear voice that seemed to reach deep into people's hearts: "Uncle Engier, Uncle Oster, aren't you awake yet?"

After a while, the two old men still didn't move at all.

"Could it be that he has been sleeping for too long and his body has become corrupted?"

The Fourteenth Pope was confused and was about to speak again. Suddenly, the two old men began to breathe, their hearts beat slowly, and the sound became louder and louder, like the roar of war drums.

The faces of the two gradually returned to rosy, and vitality seemed to pour into the withered flesh all of a sudden. The muscles all over the body swelled rapidly as if they were inflated, and they were muscular and ferocious.

A terrifying aura emanated from them, sweeping away the cobwebs on their bodies and the moss on their heads, and then suddenly retracted into their bodies, as if nothing had happened!

"Who are you? Why did you wake us up?" One of the old men, Engir, said displeasedly. Since he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if it were a broken gong.

Another old man, Oster, frowned and said, "Where is the eleventh generation? Where is he? Why didn't he come to see us in person, but let you, a little guy, come to see us?"

The fourteenth Pope was stunned. The Eleventh Pope was his grandfather's father and his great-grandfather. He said helplessly: "My great-grandfather has died a long time ago."

"Naluo is dead? Are you his great-grandson?"

The two old men were stunned, looked at each other, and said in unison: "How many years have we been meditating?"

"The last time these two uncles meditated was probably 3,500 years ago."

Engir suddenly woke up and said with a smile: "I remember, I remember! The last time it was you... it was your great-grandfather who tried to deal with Amuri Wildhammer, but he was killed in the temple, killing countless people, and finally It’s up to us to cut off his vitality!”

Oster frowned and said: "Why did you wake us up? Don't you know that our life span is short, and we only have more than ten years to live?"

Although the cultivation of these two old men has reached an earth-shattering level, their lifespan is still not as good as that of legendary magicians of the same level. They only rely on the incomparable power of the physical body, so all the vitality of the physical body is sealed, and they sit here motionless. Delay the loss of vitality.

Their thinking consciousness is also blocked. It takes a long time for them to function, and their thinking is extremely slow.

The two of them fell asleep this time for 3,500 years!

Only those who have cultivated their fighting spirit to the limit and tempered their physical body to the innate body can have such a powerful body, not even the innate elemental body of a legendary magician!

Although the innate elemental body is as powerful as the innate body, after the vitality is cut off, the elements in the body will scatter and flow away, and the physical body cannot be preserved.

Amuli Wildhammer had reached the peak of fighting saints, and his physical body had begun to transform into an innate body. His physical body was extremely powerful. He had been dead for 3,500 years and was still incorruptible. Tutankhadus intended to seize his body. When he was in the physical body, he was injured by the remaining aura after his death. It can be said that he was immune to evil spirits!

The physical bodies of Oster and Engir are not inferior to Amuri's, but are even better. They are the two oldest masters in the God King's Palace, and they are the only ones left with great achievements.

The Fourteenth Pope lowered his hands and said respectfully: "I woke up the two uncles this time because I wanted to ask them to take action again to deal with a strong man from southern Xinjiang."

"Are they from southern Xinjiang again?" Engir looked strange and murmured: "We have burned down the martial arts of this race. What? Could it be that another master has appeared and disrupted the temple's plan to unify the world?"

The Fourteenth Pope nodded and smiled bitterly: "This time is similar to Amuri's time. The southern Xinjiang man cultivated to the realm of spiritual origin, but a master who reached the peak of fighting spirit also died in his hands. This southern Xinjiang man , can be said to be the second holy father of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang.”

"Spiritual origin?" The two old men looked at each other and smiled, both of them a little dismissive. Engel shook his head and said: "Little guy, you can just take action, why bother us?"

The fourteenth Pope is definitely not young, but he is called a little guy by the two of them. He smiled bitterly and said: "I still have a mission, so I have no time to kill him. Besides, I am the leader of the temple. If I take action like this, I will not be able to kill him." It has a bad reputation..."

"It's really troublesome!" Engir rolled his eyes and laughed: "Oster, you are lucky. That kid is just a little guy who has just reached his spiritual origin and has not yet become a figure like Amuri Wildhammer. I know You don’t like to move around, so I’ll go and kill him alone this time, and you just stay here and continue to sleep!”

Oster nodded slightly and said: "You like to wander around. If you have been sleeping for so long, I guess you can't stay still."

"Joke! I'm almost five thousand years old, am I the kind of guy who jumps around? I just pity you for being a little older than me, and I'm afraid you'll die in front of me..."

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In the main city of Southern Xinjiang, Zhang Debiao's face was still a little pale. The evil spirit saint Yi'er came towards him, took his hand, pulled him towards the center of the city, and said with a smile: "Aman, your statue is being built in the square. Woolen cloth!"

Zhang Debiao followed her involuntarily, suddenly opened the space ring, took out a pair of boots from it, and said with a smile: "Holy Lady, come and try to see if it fits. If it doesn't fit, I will ask Master Huo Shan to repair it."

Yi Aier was surprised and happy. The saintly lady immediately tried to put her bare feet on, but Zhang Debiao quickly stopped her and said with a smile: "I have also prepared a few pairs of socks for you." After that, he took out a stack of thin socks. Fiber stockings.

Yi'er put on her socks, stepped into her shoes, tied on the shoelaces, looked over and over a few times, and jumped twice. She couldn't help but feel elated, and said happily: "Aman, these things must have cost you a lot of money..."

Zhang Debiao scratched his head, grinned widely and said: "It didn't cost a few bucks, all are ready-made materials..."

These boots and stockings were all made by Manzi who went to the New Iron Furnace Valley and asked Master Huo Shan to forge them personally. They used the dragon skin and slender dragon tendons of Alex, the two-headed holy dragon.

Alex is a red dragon. Even though Master Huoshan used various methods to remove the red color from his boots and stockings, he had to use runes to change their color into a pair of black pony boots and flesh-red elastic stockings. .

Master Huo Shan was extremely puzzled and disdainful of Manzi's behavior. In his opinion, the skin of the two-headed holy dragon was extremely strong and could be used to make several pieces of leather armor with strong defense, while the holy dragon's dragon tendons were extremely strong. It is tough and is best used to make soft armor that sticks to flesh.

This bastard actually used these treasures to make a pair of pony boots and some pairs of stockings to please women, which is more or less like a prodigal.

However, in Zhang Debiao's view, no matter how precious the treasure is, as long as the little girl in front of him can be happy and see her happy, that is enough.

What's more, how much of such a big dragon skin can be used?

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