Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 115

The war horses wrapped in bronze armor paced impatiently, each one as big as a rhinoceros.

There are three deadpools in full armor on each chariot. They don't have wings, but they are stronger.

There are more than 20 deadpool soldiers on foot around the chariot. The front row holds short swords and square shields, and the back row holds bows and arrows.

"Ride on the four Qi, and the four Qi are winged."

Chu Zihang silently recited the lines in the Book of Songs.

History appeared in front of him from an intuitive perspective, and the chariots of Yin and Shang reappeared in the world.

"I feel like our car can't hit them."

Fingel scratched his head.

The tiger armor only weighs seven tons, and the horses that are obviously mixed races weigh at least five or six tons.

Yuan Zhinv glanced at him silently, is this a question of whether it can be bumped or not?
Did this guy forget that there is a big guy in the car?

But it seemed that the other party had no intention of bumping into it.

After a while, the driver of the chariot flicked his whip, and the horses moved aside one after another, revealing a wide lane.

A man wearing a toga with long sleeves and a bird feather on his head came out of the narrow alley.

He was almost human in appearance, but had golden streaks on his face and hands.

It's not tattooed on the surface, but emerges from the body, as if the blood vessels are full of bronze.

"Follow me, the king has summoned you."

This person who looked like a witch priest spoke obscure dragon language, but they automatically understood what he meant.

If Lu Mingfei was still awake, he probably complained in his heart that the way this kind of knowledge is passed on through genes is too similar to the green skin.

What Wu Ji said was exactly what Chu Zihang wanted. If he wanted to do the most damage, the closer the better, of course.

The armored vehicle followed behind Wu Ji. Although he was walking on two feet, his speed was not slow at all.

One step out, the next step is already ten meters away.

Chu Zihang did not have as good eyesight as Lu Mingfei, but he could probably guess that this was the result of both physical strength and speech spirit.

After crossing a square that looked like a mass grave, they came to the palace.

A nine-story high platform stands in front of the gate of the temple, and the bronze ladders gradually shrink, until the top of the platform is only as wide as one.

And a young man wearing a crown and a white dress is sitting on the bronze throne.

He looks very much like the Sanxingdui Bronze Man, but the proportions are not so exaggerated, and he looks quite heroic and majestic.

The upper half of his face is covered by a golden mask, and he wears two red jade rings on his ears.

The young man walked down the steps step by step, and every time he took a step, the ground would shake, as if he was celebrating the king.

His movements also seemed to be slow but actually fast, and within a dozen seconds, he floated down from the high platform.

The young man walked up to the armored vehicle, obviously looking up, but it seemed that he was looking down on all living beings.

He glanced at the clothes, weapons and armored vehicles of the crowd, with a slight surprise on his face.

"Before the solitary walks in the world, the world seems to have many changes."

The young man's voice was a little old.

"who are you?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"The lonely name is Di Xin."

King Zhou of Shang!
Those who have read the list of gods will naturally not be unfamiliar with him. This last monarch who contributed allusions such as Jiuchi Meat Forest, Cannon Burning, and Hen Sichen is an out-and-out tyrant.

Arrogance, arrogance, extravagance and lust, indulging in wine and sex, cruelty and killing, almost all the characteristics of a faint king can be placed on him.

But that's just a fabricated plot in the novel, that's King Zhou of Shang, but not Emperor Xin of Shang.

According to the analysis of later generations of scholars, Di Xin was not only a fatuous and senseless monarch, but also a promising monarch who vigorously promoted reforms and tried to suppress theocracy and weaken the power of nobles and princes.

If his reforms are successful, the feudal autocratic monarchy in Huaguo may be hundreds of years earlier.

Unfortunately, his reforms ultimately failed.

The promoted minor aristocrats have insufficient political means, and the foreign wars have consumed too much manpower and material resources, and the theocracy and the big aristocrats have responded aggressively.

With the failure of the Battle of Muye, Emperor Xin of Shang died in battle, and King Zhou of Shang, who was constantly vilified by later generations, was born.

"You know loneliness?"

Dixin said.

"Yes, I learned it from the history books."

Chu Zihang replied.

"How do history books evaluate Gu's?"

Di Xin asked with great interest.

He talked about the evaluation of scholars and the images in the novel.

Di Xin laughed out loud.

"Yes, Gu did create the method of cannon fire, but the purpose is not to execute the human race. And the wine pond meat forest is not a place for pleasure, but a place for killing."

He turned to face the Star Picking Platform and read out the dragon text. Soon, a bronze pillar rose from the ground, and it didn't stop until it was even with the high platform.

No one needs to use such a high copper pillar to tie it, then the truth is obvious, this copper pillar is used to tie the dragon clan.

"When I was in power, I used this pillar to burn 73 dragons, and used the wine pool to kill 340 five human races. Do you know why?"

Di Xin asked.

Chu Zihang shook his head.

"Because Gu is the emperor, those who submit to the king are subjects, and those who disobey the king are barbarians. The subjects of the king are not divided into dragons and humans."

Di Xin's tone was not impassioned, but it seemed more real.

"Then why did you lose?"

Chu Zihang asked.

Finger's eyeballs are almost popping out, junior brother, you won't negotiate for me to come, is there anyone who pokes someone's lung tube when you come up like this?

"Because the world doesn't need a second monarch."

As the communication deepened, Di Xin's grammar gradually synchronized with them.

"You mean the Black King?"

Chu Zihang said.

"That's right. Is the current human race so bold? How dare you call it by its name?"

Di Xin was a little surprised.

"During the days you stayed in Nibelungen, the human race has become the master of this planet."

"It seems that I did miss too much."

Di Xin let out a long sigh.

The lifespan of the Dragon Clan is not endless. In order to maintain his sanity and strength, he spends most of his time in the alchemy field.

The awakening this time was also because the door of the living spirit was opened, which triggered the warning mechanism he left behind.

"What did you enter my Nibelungen for?"

After a brief silence, Di Xin asked.

Junior brother, stop talking!

Finger roared in his heart, and stretched out his hand to hold Chu Zihang, but the latter had already spoken.

"For your Nibelungen."

Fingal covered his face in pain.

"The power of the mixed race cannot control the Nibelungen, let alone maintain it."

Di Xin shook his head.

"I just need to use it as a consumable."

Chu Zihang said frankly.

Di Xin felt a little amused, he had never met such a frank and righteous robber in such a long time.

However, the temperament of the young human race in front of him is not like a robber, but more like an upright courtier.

"Are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

Dixin said.

"Death is glory, fear is shame."

Chu Zihang said calmly.

"Hahahaha, so the human race is interesting."

Di Xin laughed again, laughing so freely that it seemed as if he wanted to finish laughing thousands of years at once.

When he finally had enough of laughing, he ignored Chu Zihang and looked at Yuanzhinv who was hiding behind.

"Is King Bai awake?"

The voice was extremely cold.

"No, no. God should still be suppressed in the 'well of bones'."

Facing those golden pupils that were as hot as the sun, Yuanzhinv was powerless to hide it.

"Really? It seems that King Bai is not as powerful as in the legend."

Di Xin sneered.

"Why are you looking for King Bai?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Eat it and gain its power."

Di Xin didn't mean to hide it either.

"Then why haven't you done it?"

"White King is in charge of spiritual authority, and the power to swallow it rashly will only be replaced by it. So I have been waiting."

Dixin said.

"Wait for what?"

Chu Zihang asked.

"Wait for someone who thinks he's smart enough to wash off King Bai's power for me."

Dixin said.

"Who?"

"I don't know, but there will never be a shortage of people or dragons who covet the power of the White King in this world."

With that said, Di Xin sighed.

"Unfortunately, I can't wait anymore."

He turned around, revealing a huge wound on his back from the neck to the tailbone.

The wound was torn, as if it had been cut open by something like a claw.

The torn place was decorated with white paint to make feathers, and the wound was also painted in the shape of a black bird.

Even the strongest second-generation species is still the next-generation species, and challenging the authority of the king will definitely pay a price.

"For tens of thousands of years, my life has been like a candle in the wind. But emperors should die like emperors. Since you are here, then send me the most beautiful ending."

Di Xin looked past them and looked at that stupid thing.

Humans are really a magical race. They can create weapons comparable to Candle Dragons without relying on the power of the fire element.

He knew that he could no longer resist such a force, and instead of dying together in an ugly way, it would be better to fight heartily at the end.

He was both the emperor of the Shang Dynasty and the most powerful warrior.

"How to do it?"

Chu Zihang said.

"Use your full strength to defeat me, the weak are not qualified to negotiate with the king."

Di Xin said coldly.

"it is good."

He nodded and pulled out the Han Bafang Sword.

Huo Ling let out a dissatisfied sword cry, and the sword became tens of times heavier in an instant.

"Quiet."

Chu Zihang clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and the steaming blood mist emitted from the pores into the air, and then condensed into blood droplets and dripped onto the sword.

In front of this blood that contained a strong will, the living soul succumbed.

He swung his mighty sword like his arms and fingers, and chopped off a few protruding bone spurs.

At this moment, Chu Zihang no longer had much to do with people. His whole body was covered with livid scales, and his eyes had turned into the same red gold color as Di Xin.

His slender, white fingers had turned into sharp black claws, and sharp scales continued to grow, cutting all the clothes except the carapace into pieces.

Chu Zihang stretched out his hand to tear off the carapace, the feeling of restraint made him uncomfortable.

The joyful feeling made him breathe a sigh of relief, and then he stretched out his hand and broke off the bone horn that grew out of his forehead.

The severe pain made the scales on Chu Zihang's face twitch, but his heart felt better.

"Great lord of men, may you forgive this hideous body, until your warriors can be saved."

After praying, he drew his sword to the sky.

Chu Zihang was also the one who defeated Zhou.

(End of this chapter)