The Black Book

Western Regions

The yellow sand was flying all over the sky. Standing on the exotic palace wall, Zhu Haomiao looked into the distance, and heard shouts and screams from behind.

After an unknown period of time, Dai Jinhong, covered in blood, walked up to the wall and bowed respectfully.

"Sir, the centaurs left behind by Qiuchi have been killed, and their king is willing to surrender to [Dazhen]."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a full beard and wearing a gorgeous robe kneeling not far away, trembling.

The dark and deep eyes of the young man in black fell on him, like a steel knife scraping across his skin. The bearded man shuddered all over and quickly presented his royal seal with both hands.

"General, I am willing to submit to [Dazhen] and pay homage to the Holy Emperor!"

Taking the golden seal from his hand, Zhu Haomiao played with it for a few seconds with interest, and then threw it to the centaur girl beside him.

"Hulan, keep it."

Catching the golden seal thrown to her, Hulan's eyes were complicated. After a long silence, she carefully put it away.

Coming all the way from the Mobei Royal Court, she witnessed with her own eyes that the Western Regions surrendered one by one under the iron hoof of [Dazhen]. The tribesmen who stayed here were either killed or expelled. Only a very small number of people chose to surrender under her persuasion.

Countless people scolded her as a traitor, but she knew that in front of a monster like Duke Yu, mortals' resistance was meaningless and could only increase unnecessary sacrifices...

Clutching the golden seal in her pocket, Hulan glanced at the back of the black-clothed boy. It felt like a mountain was pressing on her chest, and she felt a faint sense of suffocation.

[Dazhen] Duke Yu... Is he really something that mortals can resist?

A three-headed, six-armed image of a god appeared in her mind, and despair and powerlessness spread in her heart, but Hu Lan bit her tongue hard, using the sweetness and pain to pull herself out.

No!

As long as the Khan leads his army back, everything will be fine!

Repeating in her mind like self-hypnosis, Hu Lan shook her head, threw the horrible picture in her mind aside, and cheered up again.

That's right!

We will win!

But just as she clenched her fists and kept cheering herself up, a gentle call suddenly came from her ears.

"Hu Lan."

"?!"

Startled, the little centaur girl came back to her senses and nervously met Zhu Haomiao's eyes.

"What... what are you doing?"

Looking at this fierce girl, Zhu Haomiao raised the corner of his mouth with a smile.

"Send the gold seals of various countries that you have collected during this period to the altar. I need them."

"Ah? Altar? What altar?"

"Don't worry about it. It will be there soon. Go and prepare it first."

"…………"

Faced with Zhu Haomiao's order, Hu Lan did not dare to resist and walked down the wall reluctantly.

After she left, Zhu Haomiao looked at Dai Jinhong and ordered calmly.

"Organize people to build the altar. I want to cast a tripod to offer sacrifices to the gods..."

As he said this, the black-clothed boy looked at the bearded king kneeling beside him and smiled faintly.

"From now on, there will be no more Western Regions countries, only the Anxi Protectorate of [Dazhen]."

Hearing this, the bearded man was shocked, raised his head in disbelief, and stared blankly at the black-clothed boy who held the power of life and death.

Just in the midst of chatting and laughing, he decided the fate of hundreds of countries in the Western Regions?

Countless national fortunes with a long history and a thousand years of inheritance were just cut off like this?

Those four-hoofed barbarians are not so domineering! !

There are thousands of words in his heart, and the bearded man opened his mouth to speak, but under the inexplicable invisible pressure, he couldn't say it, and finally he could only lower his head in frustration and regret.

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao didn't care about the emotions of others at all, and looked far away to the west.

"Yilianzhen Khan... the Lord of Destiny... the Conqueror of the World..."

"It's a pity that you met me..."

Licking his lips, the black-clothed boy's eyes rolled with greed and hunger, and he murmured to himself.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly moved, and he looked at his chest in surprise.

Deep in his soul and flesh, two magnificent and ancient divine runes quietly bloomed, breaking out of the long cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

[Demon Sealing Power]: LV.4→LV.6 (Perfect·Soul Devouring)

[Explosive Power]: LV.4→LV.6 (Perfect·Mountain Destroying)

[Strength] +37

[Qi] +29

[Spirit] +18

Boom!

The uncontrolled dissipated breath triggered the laws of heaven and earth, and endless energy spiraled together, condensing into a calamity cloud that covered the sky and the sun in an instant.

Dark clouds covered the sky, the wind howled, and thunder flashed...

In an instant, it seemed as if the end of the world had come. Zhu Haomiao looked up at the sky and saw a dark crack tearing through time and space, revealing an indescribable chaos and nothingness.

"Don't worry, I still have cause and effect to finish..."

Whispering in a low voice, Zhu Haomiao's eyes condensed, urging the authority of [Sloth], and wrapped himself with layers of gray and white silk threads to seal himself.

The huge power was hidden deep in the soul and flesh, and the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth that lost resonance quickly collapsed and gradually returned to normal.

Looking at Dai Jinhong who was looking around in fear but couldn't find the reason, Zhu Haomiao smiled and waved his hand.

"Go down and build the altar quickly."

………………

Crackling~

The iron hooves crushed the stones, and the Centaur army stretched for dozens of miles moved forward silently, and the whole team was filled with grief and anger.

Now, everyone knows that during their westward expedition, [Dazhen] launched a sneak attack on the royal court, and all the relatives who stayed in their hometown fell into the hands of the enemy, and their lives and deaths were uncertain.

The brave warriors who were eager to return home held a grudge in their hearts, and they wanted to fly back to the east immediately and tear those two-legged sheep into pieces!

At the same time, Yi Lianzhen, who was in the central army, raised his eyes and looked to the east, feeling the mysterious fluctuations of fate in the dark.

He frowned slowly, but before he could figure it out, a phantom of a bronze giant tripod that spanned the sky and the earth bloomed in his spiritual vision, covering the entire world like a star.

Even though they were separated by a long distance, the incomparable sense of oppression still came to his face, and even with Yi Lianzhen's character, he couldn't help but gasp.

"What is that?"

"The national treasure of [Dazhen]?"

"No, the national treasure of [Dazhen] is inseparable from the emperor, how could it appear in the Western Regions?"

"No, that thing is not so scary..."

Observing the shadow of the giant tripod that covered the sky and the sun, Yi Lianzhen felt a terrifying ancient and vast divinity, as if the gods of the ancient times had descended to the world, releasing the supreme majesty that made people despair.

Holding the golden knife tightly in his hand, Yi Lianzhen's trembling pupils shrank a little bit, and he regained his cold calm.

"No matter what you are..."

"Dare to block my way, all must die!"

Growling, Yi Lianzhen raised the golden knife and swung it forward fiercely.

"Forward!"

Boom~

The huge army slowly accelerated, and the deafening sound of iron hooves echoed in all directions, and the whole earth seemed to tremble and wail under their feet.