The Black Book

Boom~

A dazzling lightning exploded at the end of the horizon, and deafening thunder tore the sky and earth, as if the whole world was shaking.

The country lost its pillar, and the world was shaken!

The long river of fate rolled and turbulent, and the originally prosperous [Dazhen] national fortune turned from prosperity to decline, and once again showed its decline at the symbolic level.

The black-clothed young man riding the handsome black horse stopped his horse and looked into the distance, with a chaotic and distorted vision reflected in his eyes.

It was still too late...

Although he knew that Luo Ming's time was approaching, when he really fell, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but feel a little sad.

From the founding of the country to the present, the destined hero who has guarded [Dazhen] for hundreds of years still can't escape the destruction of life.

Immediately, the young man shook his head and put this emotion behind him.

The clay pot is broken if it is not left on the well, and the general is bound to die on the battlefield.

As a hero who has been a soldier all his life, I am afraid that Luo Ming also hopes to die on the battlefield, rather than rotting on the sickbed.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so eager to return to the Yongzhou front...

"Xiaolin, did you sense it too?"

At this moment, a clear voice sounded in his ears. As the sound of horse hooves approached, Yin Kejun rode a snow-white horse and stood side by side with Zhu Haomiao.

"Well, the King of Yue has fallen, and [Dazhen] has lost a pillar."

Zhu Haomiao looked into the sky, and the black clouds rolled and crawled, soon covering the entire sky.

Hualaala~

Bean-sized raindrops poured down, and the whole world was dim, as if the world was crying.

"Without the King of Yue, can we really resist the Golden Royal Court from going south?"

Growing up listening to the legendary story of the King of Yue since birth, in Yin Kejun's heart, Luo Ming was an insurmountable barrier. As long as he was still there, the Hu people could only sigh outside the pass and could not cross the line.

Now that the barrier is broken, everyone must face the threat from outside the pass, and a strong fear and anxiety suddenly enveloped the soul.

Zhu Haomiao looked at Yin Kejun, who was worried, and he understood vaguely.

Her psychology is also the psychology of most people in [Dazhen].

This is the impact of the fall of the Son of Destiny on the material level, and it is also the impact of the symbolic level projected on the soul.

And this fear and uneasiness, as time goes by, will even form capitulationism.

[Dazhen] urgently needs a new hero, a new symbol, and a new spiritual pillar!

The black-clothed boy whispered word by word with enlightenment.

"Without the King of Yue, there is still me."

"But..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Haomiao interrupted him forcefully.

"I know that the reputation of Duke Yu is far inferior to that of the King of Yue."

"But soon, I will let the enemy know what kind of monster they have released..."

The voice paused, and the black-clothed boy raised the corner of his mouth evilly, with twisted black light rolling in his pupils, and whispered in a barely detectable voice.

"I was planning to get along with you as an ordinary person, but what I got in return was that I became more and more demanding. I won't pretend anymore..."

"Next, you will face the [Original Sin] that has abandoned its moral bottom line."

While murmuring faintly, Zhu Haomiao lightly squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse under him understood and slowly accelerated, like a sharp arrow tearing through the rain curtain.

Behind him, Yin Kejun stared at the receding back. Although he didn't hear the mumbling clearly, he vaguely felt that Li Lin seemed to have broken free from some kind of restraint, exuding a creepy joy and happiness.

It was as if he was not rushing to the battlefield, but rushing to a rich feast with hunger.

He was craving for killing, destruction, and blood!

With a flash of inspiration, Yin Kejun realized that the fierce Duke of Yu was only in his restrained state!

What a terrifying picture it would be when he completely showed his ferocious fangs?

A question involuntarily emerged in her mind. Just by imagining it, Yin Kejun was startled and shook her head repeatedly.

Forget it, don't scare yourself.

Suppressing distracting thoughts, Yin Kejun urged her horse to catch up.

Behind her, nearly 10,000 knights, each with three horses, rushed in the rain like a torrent.

………………

The heavy rain hit her body, the road was slippery and muddy, and the retreating team that stretched for more than ten miles was getting slower and slower, and finally almost stagnated.

"Brothers, work harder, and you can have a good rest after entering [Luxia Pass]."

Officers at all levels kept encouraging, but the exhausted army could no longer squeeze out a bit of strength and could only crawl at a snail's pace.

A general who was guarding the rear looked back uneasily in the direction of the way he came, with an ominous premonition lingering in his heart.

In the dark, it seemed that some danger was approaching rapidly, making him feel like a thorn in his back.

But thinking that the King of Yue personally led the team to stop the enemy, if there was danger approaching, it would mean...

The general shook his head with a shudder in his heart, not daring to think about it, and could only comfort himself that he was overthinking.

However, the next second, he suddenly trembled all over, and faintly sensed a slight fluctuation in the overwhelming rain curtain.

Without hesitation, he turned over and dismounted, and pressed his palm deeply into the muddy ground, capturing the clear vibration obscured by the sound of rain.

Heavy cavalry!

At least tens of thousands!

Already very close!

Pupils contracted, the general drew out his sword and let out a deep and shrill roar.

"Enemy attack! Form a formation!"

The sudden warning caused the team to panic for a while, but the well-trained soldiers still held on to their last breath and began to set up defenses on the spot.

However, before they could establish an effective defensive formation, a black mass of centaurs rushed out from the rain, tearing up the defense line like a shovel, and crushing all obstacles like a steamroller.

"Kill, kill, kill! Kill all these two-legged sheep!"

In the ferocious laughter, the scimitar flew up and down, flashing a sharp cold light.

With elite officers as the spearhead, the centaur army chased and killed them with the power of the charge, leaving only a pile of broken limbs wherever they passed.

The [Dazhen] army, which was exhausted by the lives of the third brother, was no match for these centaurs who had been recuperating. The defense line that was barely built collapsed rapidly, was divided and surrounded, and gradually eroded.

"Fuck you, I'm going to fight you!"

"Brothers, kill one to get back the cost, kill two and you'll make a profit, kill these four-legged beasts!"

…………

Like a beast trapped in despair, the [Dazhen] army was also aroused to be fierce, and the soldiers' eyes were filled with ferocious blood.

The heart beat wildly, adrenaline was secreted endlessly, and the surging blood was pumped into the limbs. The almost exhausted body regained strength, and the cold body quickly became hot.

Hot blood rushed to the brain, and all negative emotions such as pain, despair, and fear gradually faded. Only one crazy thought remained in the mind.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill!

Some mysterious extraordinary power ignored the carrying capacity of the soul and flesh, overloaded, and squeezed out the last bit of potential in the flesh and blood soul. At the cost of overdrawing life, it bloomed the last swan song.

"Kill!!"