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Qing Kuo felt that his body was constantly falling.

There was a strange sound in my ears.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally opened her eyes, only to find herself standing in a very empty place.

It was thousands of times more empty than all the scenes she had ever seen.

It's like there's no end to it.

The sky is blood-colored, the ground is thick black, and piles of corpses are piled up on the ground.

Qing Kuo just glanced at it and felt her scalp go numb.

She thought that the scene of the Lingzhou drought that she had seen before was already a purgatory on earth.

But at this moment, she seemed to have seen a real purgatory.

The corpses were piled up in piles and piled up into mountains. The ground looked black from a distance, but if you looked closely, you would find that black was blood mixed with mud, smeared inch by inch.

There are not only human corpses on the ground, but also some corpses that look like monsters and demons.

But the blood had been infested for too long, and all of their clothes were dyed the same color.

Can't tell the original camp at all.

Aoki subconsciously hugged her arm and rubbed it vigorously.

But nothing.

What ancient battlefield did she... enter?

Or a dream or a hallucination?
For a while, Aoba was a little unclear.

She followed the direction of the sound and walked carefully. From a distance, she saw the same thick black riverside, and there were still people fighting. The blood, limbs and heads rolled into the river, and the color of the smudged river was a little thicker. point.

This scene stimulated Aoba almost to vomit.

Although she couldn't smell any blood at all.

At this moment, he saw a familiar figure among the group of people fighting.

It's Your Majesty!
Qing Kuo excitedly ran forward a few steps, and finally saw the man's face clearly in the scuffle.

It is indeed His Majesty.

But it seems something is different.

The face is exactly the same, but this person is much colder than His Majesty.

The armor on his body has long been broken into pieces, and the original color can't be distinguished. The weapon in his hand is a black stick.

The stick seemed to be the most dexterous weapon in his hands, and a weapon without a blade could cut the enemy in half with one stick.

This is not Your Majesty.

If she remembered correctly, I heard that His Majesty's weapon should be an epee.

Although she had never seen it before, she heard that His Majesty's epee, which weighed several hundred kilograms, had killed countless people.

In the early years, the bricks of the steps of the court and meeting hall were stained dark by blood.

So what is this?
Is it His Majesty's previous life?

Or is it His Majesty's dream?
Aoba tried to approach him, at this time she saw that the people around His Majesty had already collapsed, he was holding the stick tightly in one hand, and the stick was stuck on the ground, he was standing straight, Aoba saw His original golden pupils turned black little by little, as if they were swallowed by something.

Clearly off.

Suddenly, he bowed his head and vomited a mouthful of blood.

black blood.

After vomiting several mouthfuls of blood, he seemed to be drained of strength, as if he couldn't stand up anymore, but he still didn't fall down.

He looked in the direction of the river bank, closed his eyes, and tears of blood fell from his eyes.

Then a moment later, everything behind him collapsed, and all the corpses, including himself, were reduced to soot.

The wind blows and everything falls apart.

"His Majesty!"

Qing Kuo couldn't help shouting, and rushed towards the person who was about to disappear.

The man seemed to have a sense, and before he was about to disappear completely, he looked back at her.