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Chapter 1026 Let's see who the true god is.
"Stop, brother, you've already lost too much blood."

Inside the palace, Princess Samira looked at her brother, who was gazing at the altar outside, her eyes filled with tears.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Vasudeva I, the once sunny and cheerful prince, now stood before the throne, his eyes bloodshot, surrounded by a suffocating aura of power.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell:

"The disloyal must pay a bloody price."

“They will nourish the gods and become my strength.”

"Only in this way can I defeat that heretical demon!"

Samira trembled and took a step back; she had never seen her brother's face so contorted.

Ever since he crushed Morok's head with his own hands during his coronation ceremony, he has become increasingly deranged.

Especially this evil priest, every time a blood sacrifice was performed, Samira could feel her brother's aura becoming more sinister and terrifying.

“Brother, wake up!” Samira mustered her courage and grabbed his arm. “This isn’t you! You used to hate this kind of cruel sacrifice the most!”

Vasudeva abruptly shook off her sister's hand, her gaze as cold as an abyss of extreme cold:

"Foolish! It was our past weakness that caused us to lose almost everything!"

"think about it!"

"How our respected teacher and Bahar and the others died in the end—it's all because of my powerlessness!"

"If I had had this power sooner, they wouldn't have died! My father wouldn't have been killed by those vile people!"

"We have paid such a heavy price for the country on the front lines, yet so many people outside are stabbing us in the back!"

"They deserve to die! They all deserve to die!"

Samira was so shocked by her brother's roar that she fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face. "But...but what about the children? What about the innocent women and children? What about the Buddhist monks? What did they do wrong? Do they deserve to die too?"

"They deserve to die!"

Vasudeva sneered and bent down to pinch her sister's chin:
“Samira, you’re still too naive. In this world, you either become the hunter or the hunted—there is no third way.”

"Since they cannot be my help, let them become my strength after they die."

"In this way, these lowly fellows have made some small contribution to our great empire."

Princess Samira turned pale; she couldn't believe such words could come from her once kind brother.

In an instant, a tear silently slid down Samira's face.

She had to admit that the once loving and respectful Prince Bo Diao had now become an absolute bloodthirsty tyrant.

"Brother, where's Miss Dina? I need to go find her," Samira suddenly asked. "She can definitely help you."

"Dina? That's true."

Vasudeva's expression softened instantly. He turned around and pointed to the tower behind him:
"If you really want to help me, then you should go and persuade her properly."

“The gods have blessed our marriage. She is my destined queen, and she should accept this fact soon.”

Samira glanced at the tower, and her vision went black: "You locked Miss Dina up?!"

That tower is very famous in the royal family; it's used to house members who have committed serious crimes.

The most famous of these is the story of a king who, more than a hundred years ago, lost a political struggle and was imprisoned by his crown prince in that tower, where he starved to death.

Samira never imagined that her brother would imprison Dina there.

"This is not imprisonment, but protection."

Vasudeva coldly said:
“I’m just giving her time to think. As an oracle and a Brahmin saint, she should understand the meaning of our union better than anyone else.”

"Not to mention, I ascended the throne and became king in accordance with his divine oracle, but now she comes out and says some unpleasant and strange things, trying to stop my sacrifice."

"This..." Samira exclaimed in alarm.

“My sister, you don’t need to think about those unnecessary things. Just know that this matter has been approved by the High Priest.”

“From now on, Miss Dina can just focus on being my queen and won’t have to worry about these trivial matters anymore.” “Of course, that is, provided that she can face reality as soon as possible.”

"Otherwise, my patience is also limited. Don't think that I really can't live without her."

Princess Samira trembled. She had never seen her brother's eyes so cold. Gone was the warmth of the past; only a chilling resolve remained.

"I...I'll go and try to persuade her right away." Samira hurriedly got up and stumbled as she ran towards the tower.

Vasudeva watched her sister's departing figure, her eyes cold and expressionless.

The next moment, he walked to the window and looked down at the view of the capital.

Fulousha City, once a bustling capital, is now desolate. The streets are deserted, shops are closed, and only patrolling soldiers and priests wander about.

On the huge altar in the center of the square, the blood had not yet dried and gleamed a dazzling red in the sunlight.

“Not enough,” Vasudeva muttered to herself. “That heretical demon will arrive soon, and I must become stronger.”

He turned and walked toward the throne, taking out a scroll of parchment from his bosom—intelligence that his confidants had seized from the late governor of the north, detailing the movements of the Han army.

"Su Yao, the Tang King of Han? You dare to claim to be an incarnation of a god?" A hint of contempt flashed in Vaisravana's eyes. "Soon you will find out who the true god of this land is!"

Meanwhile, more than ten miles northwest of the capital, Su Yao's convoy was resting.

Su Yao stood alone on a high ground, gazing at the outline of Fulousha City in the distance, lost in thought.

"Your Highness, the scouts have returned." Zhang Liao strode over and whispered, "The situation is worse than we thought."

"Oh?" Su Yao withdrew his gaze. "Tell me more about it."

Zhang Liao's expression was grave: "According to reports from scouts, Vasudeva has completely taken control of the capital. His priests and soldiers are searching house to house, and all those who oppose him are being taken to the square and executed."

"In the capital now, there is no force that dares to oppose him. The troops brought by the governor of the north have all been incorporated into his army. With the full support of the Brahman Temple, his direct forces now exceed 30,000. It is said that tens of thousands more troops are gathering in the south."

“All signs indicate that this Vasudeva I is preparing to gather all his strength to fight against us.”

"This is bad," Tibo said nervously. "Maybe we should retreat first."

"Withdraw?" Su Yao raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

Tipo proposed:
"Now that the Governor-General of the North has died tragically, we can take this opportunity to suppress and incorporate his troops left behind in Gaofu, and then control the Hindu Kush Mountains and the Khyber Pass."

"In this way, even if this evil king launches a large-scale attack, we can use our terrain advantage to repel him."

"If he dares not invade, then we can debate with him, proclaim your divine power, and wait for changes to occur in his country."

"His perverse actions cannot last long!"

"I am confident that I can win over more people to our side."

Tipo's words did make some sense, but Su Yao shook his head: "No, we will not retreat."

"Your Highness?" Zhang Liao looked at Su Yao in confusion.

A glint of excitement flashed in Su Yao's eyes: "This Vasudeva is a complete madman. Letting him continue to rule will only cause more innocent people to suffer, and this place will become a breeding ground for his power."

"not to mention"

Su Yao clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him, and smiled, saying, "I'd also like to meet this so-called 'God King' and see what he's really made of."

“But Your Highness,” Zhang Liao swallowed, “this Evil King not only possesses supernatural powers to protect himself, but also has over 30,000 soldiers guarding him, and he controls the city. Our mere squad of twenty or so is no laughing matter.”

"So now is the time to fully leverage the advantages of our identity."

As he spoke, Su Yao pointed to the flag symbolizing the Parthian elites and smiled, saying:

“Here, nobody knows who we really are, right?”

Zhang Liao suddenly realized: "Your Highness means that we should enter the city as Parthian envoys?"

“That’s right.” Su Yao’s lips curled into a meaningful smile. “Since this ‘God King’ is so keen on open killing and blood sacrifice, we might as well give him a big gift as well.”

"I'll seize the opportunity and strike a fatal blow. I'll drag this 'God King' down from his pedestal in front of everyone!"

(End of this chapter)