Black Book

Chapter 409: Forever in Mobei
Endless divine power was injected into the giant cauldron from the void, condensing into a dazzling mysterious light like nuclear fusion inside the cauldron.

The terrifying divinity was compressed to the extreme, and the giant cauldron that was gradually dyed into pure gold trembled slightly, like a miniature sun that was too big to look directly at blooming on the top of a snowy mountain.

boom!
The next second, a straight beam of light spurted out of the mouth of the cauldron and pierced the sky. The divine light column that penetrated the sky and the earth penetrated into the void and disappeared into the depths of the dimension. It established a link with the mysterious entity on the real side and left its own mark on this world.

"Today, Li Lin, the Duke of Yu, has expanded his territory for thousands of miles, offered sacrifices to heaven and earth, established the Anbei Protectorate, and will forever keep the northern desert in check..."

Amid the faint mumbling, Zhu Haomiao raised his hand and pressed down gently.

"Seal, Langjuxu!"

hum~
The golden-red giant tripod suspended in the sky restrained its divine light and instantly collapsed into a gorgeous and beautiful entity, like a mountain falling heavily.

boom!
Just when the tripod was about to embed itself into the ground, a translucent glazed barrier suddenly appeared. A huge repulsive force was generated out of thin air, fixing the towering and heavy tripod in mid-air, preventing it from moving forward even an inch.

Zizzi~
Two invisible conceptual forces collided with each other, and the glazed barrier between the giant tripod stirred up violent golden thunder, but as Zhu Haomiao pressed down slowly and ferociously, the translucent glazed barrier cracked into spider-web-like fine marks and was crushed bit by bit by the huge tripod feet.

bang~
Finally, accompanied by the crisp sound of crystal shattering, the towering giant cauldron crushed all obstacles and fell heavily on the flat top of the snow-capped mountain.

boom!
In an instant, in the spiritual vision that is invisible to mortals, a thick golden torrent penetrated into the earth from the tripod, radiating to the eight wildernesses, tearing apart the [anchor] that was originally imprinted on this world, and finally merging with the divinity of [Dazhen] that had the same origin, leaving a new imprint on the vast land within a radius of thousands of miles.

"Fenglangjuxu, the commander knows how to play..."

At the foot of the mountain, a group of descenders wearing the [Dragon Emblem] looked up at the top of the snow-capped peak. They looked at the majestic giant tripod that replaced the temple and shone like a pearl, and couldn't help but talk about it.

However, Huaixu, Bai Linglong and other senior executives looked deeper and detected symbolic changes in the dark.

"This is the violent destruction of the Third Brother's Anchor. Let's see how they can still show off..."

Huaixu raised the corner of his mouth in gloating, feeling that the pressure that had been weighing on his mind for some time had disappeared, as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders, and he felt relaxed all over.

Almost at the same time, on the real side of the South Asian continent, a group of dark-skinned monks were busy around a huge door, when they suddenly heard an imperceptible crisp sound.

Click~
"what sound?"

Before they could react, tiny cracks appeared on the door and quickly spread to every inch of it.

"not good!"

boom!
Without the anchor on the other side, the huge energy between reality and illusion swept back and instantly crushed the solid supernatural door into pieces, which were ejected like bullet-like fragments.

The violent explosion reduced the entire building to dust. When Emperor Shitian noticed that the anchor point was broken and rushed to the scene, all that was left was a mess of scorched earth.

Looking at the radiating shallow pit in the center of the scorched earth with a gloomy face, Emperor Shitian was silent for a long time, and finally spoke softly.

“Go negotiate with other countries. No matter how much it costs, I will borrow their [Gate] to come back again!”

"Yes."

Behind him, Gandharva touched her chest respectfully, and her plump body seemed to melt like a phantom and slowly disappear on the spot.

His eyes were slightly out of focus, and Indra seemed to see through the dimension, glimpsing an evil and elegant outline, and said with gritted teeth.

"Son of the Dragon... I have not lost this battle of gods yet!"

………………

In the fantasy realm, far away in the west, a magnificent city was on fire, shrill screams and cruel laughter could be heard one after another, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

In the imperial palace in the city center, a centaur with a shoulder height of more than two meters, as majestic as a monster, looked down at his subordinates kneeling on the ground, with an uncontrollable cruelty and murderous light rolling in his pure golden eyes. "What's going on?"

"Great Khan, the royal court... the royal court has fallen..."

"The three princes died in battle one after another, and the hundreds of thousands of troops left in the east were completely wiped out. Only a small number of us escaped."

Listening to his subordinates' crying, Yi Lianzhen was silent for a long time, then wordlessly drew out the golden knife and cut a deep wound on his face.

Light golden blood flowed down his face, like silent tears of blood flowing quietly.

"【Da Zhen】... Duke Yu... Li Lin!"

He chewed on a few words calmly, but his indifferent words contained a brutal and cruel emotion like magma. Yi Lianzhen looked far to the east, scratched the wound with his fingers, and left three bloody marks on his face.

"Massacre the city! Distribute all the property to the soldiers. We should go back and take revenge!"

"Yes!"

Thousands of Centaurs in the surroundings responded and vented their anger. The painful howls of death began to echo throughout the city.

After everyone else had left, Yi Lianzhen looked at her most beloved and last son and gave instructions calmly.

"You lead a group of guards to continue the westward expedition."

"Father Khan, I..."

With a wave of her hand, Yi Lianzhen interrupted him without allowing any argument, and looked into the distance at the sky.

"The rise of Dazhen this time was too rapid and too strange. Their man of destiny... the Duke of Yu cannot be judged by common sense at all. Even I am not sure of winning."

As the most important person with destiny in this world, Yi Lianzhen had never felt such an unpredictable feedback of fate.

The originally predetermined fate seemed to be distorted and tampered by an invisible hand, completely beyond his control...

It seems that even the heaven cannot predict the direction of the future, and there is only chaos ahead!
"If I lose..."

"Then you should continue heading west, away from Dazhen and that monster."

"As long as he is alive, he should never approach the sphere of influence of [Da Zhen]."

Listening to his father's words that sounded like his last words, the young Centaur burst into tears and couldn't help but kneel in front of him.

"Father Khan..."

"Alright, you are the last bloodline of the Golden King's Court. You should make the enemy bleed and cry instead of crying like a weak woman!"

"From today on, I allow you to divide the account and establish a new royal court!"

Patting his son's shoulder, Yi Lianzhen turned and left without any reluctance. His majestic figure carried a murderous aura, accompanied by the wailing and screaming in the city. The whole world seemed to be shaking with his every move.

Watching his father's back going away, the young Centaur wiped the tears from his face, and his eyes gradually became firm and resolute.

Thanks to book friends such as [Here Just Waiting for You] for their rewards.

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