Humane Yongchang

Chapter 371: Unbearable
The thunder and lightning pierced through the night, and Chen Sheng accurately fell on a rain-walking altar.

The infuriating spirit is surging, the snowflakes are rolled upside down, the north wind is expelled, and the murderous aura overwhelms three hundred feet!

"Fluttering..."

The sound of the wings flapping sounded, and the golden eagle eagle flew into the irradiated range of Lei Ting Zhen Qi in a dazed way, looking at Chen Sheng suspiciously with his big head tilted: "Gugugugugu? (Shoveling, you don't sleep at night. What are you doing here?)"

Chen Sheng didn't call it, but it saw Chen Sheng fly out of the Chen family compound at night, and followed up on his own.

"There's something to deal with."

Chen Sheng smiled lightly, and there was no violent expression between his brows: "Since you are here, just protect the Dharma for me around, don't let outsiders get close to me, and don't get too close to me!"

Although this stinky thing is not very bright, but it has been cultivated by the emperor for a long time, and its cultivation base is thousands of miles away. , After a while, the warriors of the Houtian realm will have to rush to the street when they encounter it!

"Gugugugu. (Give it to the king)"

The giant eagle of Shenjun responded with a sound, and fluttered its wings and circled above the altar, straight up into the sky.

Chen Sheng retracted his gaze, ignoring the damp and cold ground, sat down on the spot, took a long deep breath, and called out the system panel again.

'bring it on! '

He murmured lowly in his heart, and with his mind, he pressed the radiant "+" sign behind the back of the killing sword.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed suddenly, the dazzling blazing sunlight replaced the dark night, the rumbling of horses’ hooves resounded through the sky and the earth, and even the wet and cold ground seemed to be undulating violently...

Do not!
Not it seems!

But it is really violent ups and downs!

With his eyes adapted to the strong light and his vision restored, Chen Sheng found himself riding a sturdy high-headed horse, surrounded by a huge cavalry, surrounded by fierce cavalry with big arms and round faces and round ears!
Each of these cavalrymen had a big round fleshy face, dark and rough complexion, long hair like a woman's braided two huge hemp braids, and wearing messy leather armor with only a few iron armor pieces!

They raised the scimitars and spears in their hands high, and shouted with blue veins all over their faces. The compound fragrance mixed with the smell of old sweat, the smell of old blood and the stench of war horses is so strong that it is like a cold icy rain slapped randomly on the face!
This long-awaited battle ignited the hot blood in Chen Sheng's arteries in an instant. They ignited raging flames, turned into magma, surged, erupted...

Everyone has their own role.

Whether you like it or not, whether you are satisfied or not, it is difficult to break the shackles of your own role.

For example, in the role of King Han, Chen Sheng is not allowed to act like a pure commander of the army, waving his long Ge, "Ahhhh" to charge into battle!
He can take the responsibility and take the risk himself.

The generals under his command could not take this responsibility or take this risk.

Even if he is the King of Han, he can't just care about his own well-being, and ignore the well-being of his military ministers...

But people's subjective wishes will never disappear because they cannot change the objective status quo.

It will always be there.

It will wait patiently.

Until the moment of realization, intensified comeback!
Just like this moment...

'Have you changed to role-playing this time? '

Chen Sheng narrowed his eyes, smiled and slowly pulled out the machete from his waist, letting the beast imprisoned in his heart ascend to the throne.

"interesting!"

He muttered to himself softly.

The next second, the machete slashed heavily on the buttocks of the horse under the crotch.

The war horse was in pain, neighing and galloping, carrying the forward of Chen Sheng's charging army.

The next moment, the rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun crossed a rounded arc in mid-air, falling like a downpour.

Chen Sheng lost his martial arts, but his eyesight and experience were still there.

The sound of the arrows "whoosh, whoosh" was like the sound of an agitated drum, which stimulated the beast in Chen Sheng's heart that had just ascended the throne, and roared wildly!

"Oh!"

The vanguard joined the enemy, and the sturdy cavalry fell into pieces, like a sharp and thin knife tip stabbing on the iron shield, and the blade broke!
Chen Sheng rode his horse, leaped over a fallen warhorse and rushed into the enemy's line, cutting off the head of an enemy with one knife.

Hot blood sprayed his face!
The strong bloody smell shot straight to the sky!
"kill!"

He roared, his voice hoarse and violent as if he was roaring through his chest.

The warhorse seemed to sense his explosive emotions and accelerated again, charging forward desperately.

Howling!
Scimitar urgent!
Chen Sheng charged forward all the way, hacking to death one enemy after another.

Blood quickly smeared every inch of his skin exposed outside his armor.

with enemies.

Also has his own.

But at this moment, even the pain seems to be just a catalyst for killing intent!
More and more friendly troops gathered behind him.

Using Chen Sheng as an arrow, they fiercely tore apart this cavalry army, which was no less than their size, and charged forward!
With friendly forces sharing the pressure, Chen Sheng's charge became more and more fierce and violent... desperate!
I do not know how long it has been.

The densely packed enemy army gradually became sparse.

A round white tent with a top top appeared behind the sparse army.

After Chen Sheng hacked to death the last enemy in his sight, a huge prairie tribe stationed on the riverside with lush water plants appeared in Chen Sheng's world.

Looking at the panic-stricken old and weak women and children running for their lives in the tribe, Chen Sheng's sanity was briefly awake for a few seconds.

But then, he was again drowned in the increasingly murderous shouts around him, and he took the reins and carried the knife and rushed towards the tribe.

……

When Chen Sheng regained his sanity again, he found himself surrounded by corpses.

The armor on his body was dripping blood constantly, as if he had just walked out of the blood pool.

The machete in his hand had been replaced by a long and wide ornate gold-encrusted great sword at some point, and the other hand held a dead head with glaring eyes and a golden forehead.

In front of them, there are hundreds of savvy cavalrymen, also covered in blood, punching their chests and kneeling in front of them frantically.

In the distance, countless friendly cavalry soldiers like wolves and tigers grinned and pressed the enemy soldiers to the ground and cut off their heads. There were also countless children standing in line in front of the wheels of a carriage, waiting for the final judgment.

Human heads piled up like mountains, blood pooled into rivers, corpses covered the green grass fields, and the world was pale.

The mourning of the enemy, the wailing of women and children, and the sound of sharp blades cutting flesh, one after another.

What a picture of purgatory on earth!

Chen Sheng silently let go of the dead head and hesitated again.

Even if you know that all this is in front of you, it's just a big role-playing game.

And no one died.

Nor did he do evil.

But the moral bottom line, which has penetrated into the bones and into the depths of the soul, still occupies the high ground once again.

He whispered in his heart: 'People can't, at least they shouldn't...'

However, before his morality condemned him, the scene before him turned, and he had once again appeared in front of the warring army between the two armies.

The long and wide gorgeous gold-inlaid sword is still in hand, but the cannon fodder leather armor that can barely protect the chest has become an iron armor that can protect the entire torso. There are also a large number of fierce cavalry following him!

'Yo, do you even have archives? '

He exclaimed in amazement, and the next second, the vast shouting and killing sound once again released the beasts that had not yet returned to the cage.

Morality was scolded and pushed off the throne, and sat in a row with rationality sitting on the cold bench below, shouting rationally, trying to tell the beast jumping up and down on the throne: 'You are a little more awake, don't you realize that something is wrong with yourself? ? '

But how could the red-eyed beast hear the cries of reason?
It's all fake anyway!
What does it matter to me tossing and tossing?
Can't I just enjoy it?
Then play music, then dance!
……

Conquest never ends!
Chen Sheng has less and less time to wake up, and less and less opportunities for Daodejun to speak.

His sword is getting sharper and sharper. There is obviously no martial arts setting in this game, but he has abruptly played the effect of martial arts, as if every enemy standing in front of him is just a bunch of flesh and bones plus bones. He only needs to take a look at the object, and he can instantly judge from which angle the sword is faster and from which angle the sword can avoid the bones.

There are more and more iron cavalry under his command, like blowing a balloon, from five hundred, to one thousand, to three thousand, ten thousand, fifty thousand, and one hundred thousand. The mighty covered tens of miles of grassland.

And the enemies he faces are getting stronger and stronger, from the most open small tribe with all soldiers, gradually the big tribe with complete arms, and then to the cold country with the city...

But no one can stop his soldiers!
Even a towering castle with a thick city wall was brutally slaughtered by thousands of prisoners, filling the city wall abruptly, and marching his army into it!
Slaughtering the city and destroying the country is no longer the result of being coerced.

But it's as logical as eating and drinking... Instinct!
driven by this instinct.

Murder no longer needs blood and anger as fuel and catalyst!
Instead, it gradually solidified into the norm...

In his eyes, life gradually lost its own vivid and bright colors.

And gradually turned into a mustard.

When a farmer weeds, will he be moved by the dead weeds under his sickle and hoe?

of course not!

He just wanted to be quicker, finish hoeing this acre of land sooner, and go back to rest early.

He didn't even touch him, and naturally he wouldn't condemn himself morally because of these weeds.

From the beginning, just holding the bloody sword and seeing the panicked old and weak women and children will hesitate.

after that……

Before his eyes, a prosperous city with hundreds of thousands of people in a city turned into a stench and dead place where corpses piled up a little under the slaughtering knife of his army, and his heart would never have a ripple in his heart.

It was as calm as a wall that had only been scratched white.

Nothing but blank space and nothing to see!
He has forgotten the time.

I also forgot my original intention.

I also forgot that everything in front of me is just an unreal game.

It seems that the meaning of his existence is to let all life wither.

Until a stalwart man dressed in golden armor and sitting high on a lofty throne appeared in front of his eyes and said to him with a smile, "I heard that you can't laugh, do you?"

Chen Sheng looked up at this stalwart man.

Look at his golden armor shining in the sun!
Looking at the vast majesty on his body, it seems that the world is bowing down in front of him!
Seeing the contemptuous smile on his lips...

He felt a long-lost anger!
This anger is so unfamiliar, yet so real.

Although even he didn't understand it, this emotion was called anger.

I don't even know where this anger comes from...

But at this moment, this anger was like a raging wind and waves, disturbing his calm and white-walled heart lake.

He buried his head in thought for a long time, and suddenly raised his head, with the same contemptuous smile on his face as the stalwart man on the white horse: "Who gave you the courage to look at me like this?"

He slowly pulled out the mottled sword, stepped out, and the wind picked up...

Countless armored soldiers in heavy armor rushed forward, roaring towards him!
However, before they could get within three feet of Chen Shengshen, the soldiers and armor silently turned into a pile of fragments.

The incision entered smoothly, and not a drop of blood came out.

But this did not scare the thousands of soldiers around.

Just like Chen Sheng commanded them before, slaughtering one city after another, one country after another, they rushed forward one after another.

Everyone was roaring in anger.

Rebuke him for being "arrogant" and "scoundrel"!
Order him to "retreat" and "kneel down"!
Chen Sheng was still laughing, a smile gushing out from the depths of his eyes, as if the spring breeze awakened the earth, unsealing the frozen sensible brother and Daodejun!
It's just that after a long period of freezing, Brother Rational and Daodejun have changed their shapes, and the cold air has penetrated into their bones...

He remembered everything.

Remembering who I am, remembering my original intentions, remembering that all this is just a fake large-scale role-playing game.

And everything he has experienced in this world before has been turned into nourishment, supporting his understanding, and climbing the cliffs of kendo...

Chen Sheng ascended the towering throne step by step, and the breeze lingering around him gradually turned into a gust of wind!

The three-foot restricted area has gradually expanded to the hundred-zhang restricted area!
All the armored soldiers who broke into the restricted area were turned into pieces in one place!

Except for the golden stalwart figure on the throne!

He was still smiling, and there was a hint of satisfaction in his smile.

Chen Sheng walked up to him and raised his mottled sword.

The stalwart figure looked at him and said firmly: "My will will reach the end, and you will be crowned king!"

"how is this possible……"

Chen Sheng chuckled lightly, the sword fell, and Dou Da's head flew up, "My life is up to me, not the sky!"

In an instant, the world shattered...

The gloomy sky light hangs down, and the eyes are white in color...

Chen Sheng raised his head, looked at the low lead cloud as thick as a quilt in the sky, and got up slowly.

In the next second, his figure turned into a thunderous sword energy that was several tens of meters long, soaring into the sky and entering Qingming.

"Boom."

After more than ten breaths, a muffled sound like rolling thunder suddenly exploded in the sky, and a large round hole appeared in the center of the thick and dense lead cloud, as if being bitten by a tengu.

The bright and clean sunlight hangs down from this big hole, like a golden giant sword connecting the sky and the ground, erected between the heaven and the earth!

(End of this chapter)