Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

……

This is the fifth image.

Luo Hou withdrew from Tiandu and, with dozens of loyal subordinates, took refuge in a remote mountain cave.

Many days passed, and he remained in a daze, not knowing what he should do.

That day, a subordinate rushed in, shouting, "My Lord! My Lord!"

"What happened?"

"Mr. Jun, he..."

"How is Feng Qing?"

"The people of Tiandu arrested him, saying he was an accomplice of the tyrant, and that you deceived the world and colluded with the demon god to deliberately cause the deaths of 100,000 people."

"go!"

I thought the last brother could leave the underworld and live a peaceful life, but he was still implicated by me.

Enraged, Luo Hou stormed into Tiandu, only to find Jun Fengqing's head hanging high on the city wall.

At that moment, nothing could stop Luo Hou's murderous intent.

This world has wronged his brother!

This world has betrayed his brother!

Damn!

"My feet tread out of the flames of war, my hands grasp destruction, my name is Rahu."

Luo Hou stormed into Tiandu, stepping over corpses and traversing a sea of ​​blood, and once again sat on his throne.

Twenty years have passed, and the promise to those 100,000 people has been fulfilled. From then on, there were no more savior heroes in the world, only tyrannical rulers who slaughtered.

Luo Hou swept through the Western Martial World in the shortest time possible, leaving no dissenting voices wherever Ji Du went.

Once the battlefield is lost, heroes lose their meaning; peace is the graveyard of heroes. It is because of war that people look up to and follow.

"Since the world calls me a tyrant, I will not bear this false reputation for nothing."

The last picture.

In Tiandu, a letter arrived, saying that in the distant Moon Clan, there is a mysterious lake whose holy water can revive the dead.

Luo Hou, carrying Jun Fengqing's vermilion brush and head, headed towards the Moon Clan.

As soon as he entered the mysterious lake, the array flashed and the restrictions were activated, forming a closed space on the entire lake surface.

"With a broken body and a lone sword, I drink in the cold wind; today I'll drink wine and get drunk at Huanglong."

On the lake, a swordsman stood tall, wearing a dragon-patterned battle robe and holding the Shadow God Blade, displaying an unparalleled heroic demeanor.

Behind this swordsman, another swordsman lurked, behaving sleazy and with murderous intent in his eyes.

"So, this is your purpose."

"Today, I will drink to the Yellow Dragon and uphold justice on behalf of Heaven, vowing to slay the tyrant Luo Hou!"

"You think you can take this? Come on!"

"Dragon soars through the sea of ​​clouds, drink!"

The Shadow God Blade was imbued with familiar demonic energy, accompanied by bursts of dragon roars. The blade user before them possessed an extraordinary foundation.

"Kidu Breaks the Sun!"

Luo Hou moved in an instant, his sword sounded like thunder, his sword strike was like lightning, and Ji Du slashed down straight down.

boom!

The two swords clashed, and the drunken Huanglong was sent flying into the air, landing on the lake surface.

Another sword rushed in at lightning speed: "Imperial Heavenly Slash - Limitless Overlord Blade!"

Luo Hou smiled contemptuously, and with a swift movement, he struck down. This man's foundation was far inferior to that of Zuiyin Huanglong, yet he dared to challenge him.

However, at that moment, the entire lake began to boil, forming four crystal walls.

Outside the water wall, the Moon Clan chieftain, along with a dozen priests, sat around the lake, pouring their energy into incantations and continuously drawing upon Rahu's life force.

"Bright Flame Zhu Yi, Four Gods Worshiped Together, Water and Moon Reversed from Their Origin!"

"Ok?"

Influenced by the secret techniques of the Moon Clan, Luo Hou's life force poured out like a torrent, his blood and qi surged, and he could no longer gather his strength.

Drunken Yellow Dragon, wielding his sword, attacked again, unleashing a powerful strike: "Soaring Dragon Slash, ha!"

"The Heaven-Shattering Star-Slaying Technique!"

The extreme impact and power caused Luo Hou's true essence to dissipate completely after the collision, leaving his body utterly empty.

puff.

The Shadow God Blade pierced through the golden armor and entered the body.

Luo Hou lowered his head, looking at the demonic blade shrouded in black energy, which was stuck in his left chest. His lifeless body felt no pain.

The two pieces of red jade on the knife resembled Xie Tianyuwu's eyes before his death.

"I have finally slain the tyrant Rahu."

He was overjoyed to be drunk at Huanglong.

Just then, another change occurred. A large, gleaming blue blade silently pierced into the back of Drunken Yellow Dragon.

"You, Dao Wuhou!"

"Drunkenly drinking at Huanglong, you never expected this, did you? It was all my doing, hahahahaha~"

"what!"

"The rumors about the tyrant, the rebellion in Tiandu, and the death of Jun Fengqing were all orchestrated by me."

"why?"

"Kill the tyrant, and I will gain fame. Kill you, and I will obtain the Dragon Blade Robe and the Shadow God Blade. Drink with the Yellow Dragon, and you and Luo Hou will go to the Yellow Springs together!"

Dao Wuhou walked over triumphantly, stripped the Daolong Battle Robe off Zuiyin Huanglong, and snatched the Shadow God Blade.

Then, with a flash of light like snow, the blade severed Luo Hou's head.

The last look before his head was severed was filled with boundless hatred for the world.

"I hate it!"

……

"Wake up, wake up, how are you?"

All the images flashed by, and Luo Hou woke up to find himself before a stunningly beautiful face and a pair of worried eyes.

"Yu Cixin, is that you?"

"Yes, I've come to see you."

pain.

Everything from the past, all those who have passed away, burst forth once more from Luo Hou's sealed memories.

Is this the repression of a martial ruler?

Resentment, regret, anger...

There is also the loneliness of losing a brother, and the loneliness of being surrounded by strangers.

The loneliness of being a hero and a king.

At this moment, it deeply permeated the hearts of the time travelers.

This allowed time travelers who only knew the plot to experience a profound sense of pain, finally merging the past and the present.

They are no longer two people.

Luo Hou stretched out his arms and embraced the person in front of him tightly.

"You had a nightmare? I never imagined that a dignified Martial Lord would have nightmares~"

Yu Cixin smiled.

"Do not talk."

Luo Hou buried his head in Yu Ci's chest, listening to the light yet strong heartbeat. She was alive; she hadn't died.

Sensing his unusual behavior, Yu Cixin stopped smiling. After hesitating for a moment, she finally placed her hand on his head and gently stroked his long, golden hair.

Her blonde hair was soft and delicate.

"Jade Cixin."

"Ok?"

Do you like me?

"this?"

"After you left this realm of suffering, did you ever think of me?"

"I?"

“Tell me the truth.”

"Rahu, I love you, I miss you. Since returning from the realm of suffering, I have been thinking of you for no reason."

"I do not want to lose anyone else. This world is too cruel. Whether it is the Martial Lord or the King of Jiwu, we could perish at any time due to a merciless fate."

"You know who I am?"

"know."

Luo Hou stood up, helped Yu Cixin to her feet, and quietly looked at her.

Under the moonlight, she was as beautiful as jade.

She's a bit silly, a bit naive, not very smart, has a bad temper, and is somewhat extreme.