Black Book

Chapter 410 Anxi Protectorate

Western Region
Rolling yellow sand was flying all over the sky. Standing on the exotic palace wall, Zhu Haomiao looked into the distance. Behind him, he could hear shouts and screams one after another.

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

"Sir, the remaining centaurs of 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 black-clothed youth's dark and deep gaze 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 wish 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, then casually threw it to the Centaur girl beside him.

"Hulan, keep it."

Hu Lan caught the golden seal thrown to him with a complicated look in his eyes. After a long silence, he put it away carefully.

Coming all the way from the Mobei Royal Court, she witnessed with her own eyes how the Western Regions countries 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 after her persuasion.

Countless people called her a traitor, but she knew that in front of a monster like Duke Yu, mortal resistance was meaningless and would only lead to unnecessary sacrifices...

Clutching the golden seal in his pocket, Hu Lan glanced at the back of the young man in black. He felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his chest and he had a vague feeling of suffocation.

[Dazhen] Duke Yu...is he really someone that mortals can resist?
A three-headed, six-armed statue that looked like a god emerged in her mind, and despair and powerlessness spread in her heart, but Hu Lan bit the tip of her tongue hard, using the fishy sweetness and pain to pull herself out.

Do not!
As long as we wait for the Khan to lead his army back, everything will be fine!
Repeating it over and over in her mind like a self-hypnosis, Hu Lan shook her head, put aside the horrifying images in her mind, and pulled herself together again.

That's right!

Will win!
But just as she clenched her fists and kept cheering herself up, she suddenly heard a gentle call in her ears.

"Hulan."

"?!"

The little Centaur girl was startled and came to her senses, nervously meeting Zhu Haomiao's gaze.

"Do...what?"

Looking at this fierce but weak little girl, Zhu Haomiao raised the corner of his mouth with a half-smile.

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

"Ah? Altar? What altar?"

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

"........."

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

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

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

As he spoke, the young man in black looked at the bearded king kneeling beside him and smiled faintly.

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

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

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

Countless national rites with a long history and passed down for thousands of years were cut off just like that?
Even those four-hoofed barbarians are not so domineering! !

The bearded man had a thousand words in his mind, and he wanted to speak, but under the inexplicable invisible pressure, he couldn't say anything. In the end, 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 young man in black muttered to himself with greed and hunger in his eyes.

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

Deep within his soul and flesh, two magnificent and ancient divine runes quietly blossomed, emerging from a long cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

[Demon Sealing Power]: LV.4→LV.6 (Perfect Soul Devouring)
[Blast Power]: LV.4→LV.6 (Perfection: Destroying the Mountain)
[Strength] +37
[Qi] +29
[God] +18
boom!
The uncontrolled escaped aura 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 indescribable chaos and nothingness.

"Don't worry, I still have karma to settle..."

Mumbling softly, Zhu Haomiao's eyes focused, and he activated the power of [Sloth], wrapping himself and sealing himself with layers of gray and white silk threads.

The enormous power was hidden deep within the soul and flesh. The vision of heaven and earth that had lost resonance quickly collapsed and gradually returned to normal.

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

"Go down and build the altar quickly."

………………

Click, click!
The iron hooves crushed the stones as the Centaur army, stretching for dozens of miles, moved forward silently. The whole team was filled with a sense of 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 are uncertain.

The sturdy warriors were eager to return home, holding a lot of resentment in their hearts, and they wished they could fly back to the East immediately and tear those two-legged sheep into pieces!
At the same time, Yi Lianzhen, who was in the center of the army, raised his eyes and looked towards the east, feeling the mysterious fluctuations of fate in the dark.

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

Even though there was a long distance between them, the incomparable feeling of oppression still came over him. Even with Yi Lianzhen's character, he couldn't help but gasp.

"what is that?"

"The national treasure of [Dazhen]?"

"No, the Great Zhen's national sacred tripod is inseparable from the emperor, how could it appear in the Western Regions?"

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

Carefully observing the phantom of the giant tripod that blocked out the sky, Yi Lianzhen felt an ancient and vast terrifying divinity, as if an ancient god had descended into the world and released his despairing supreme majesty.

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

"Whatever you are..."

"Anyone who dares to stand in my way must die!"

With a low roar, Yi Lianzhen raised the golden knife and swung it forward fiercely.

"go ahead!"

Rumble~
The huge army slowly accelerated, the deafening sound of iron hooves echoed all over the fields, and the whole earth seemed to be shaking and wailing under their feet.

(End of this chapter)