As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 230 The city falls, it really is Mingchen
"General!"

"General, they're coming up!"

"They're coming in!"

"Stop them! All of you, stop them!"

……

As the sun rises, a sinister gate appears in the distance, where ghosts, gods, and Buddhas seem to be locked in a battle of magic... These wondrous events unfold one after another.

But those on the city walls had no time to care.

One by one, soldiers climbed the city wall with the first enemy soldier, followed by a continuous stream of new recruits.

They swarmed in like locusts, attacking and killing without restraint.

Their numbers far exceeded those of the city's garrison, and their morale was several times higher than that of the garrison in Yueyang.

Dong Jin, as the commander of the defending army, fought bravely on the city wall, at the forefront, wielding a long sword and swinging it fiercely.

He was covered in blood, and roared with a ferocious expression, "Hold on!"

"Hold the line!"

Even if there is no hope ahead, there is no way back.

There's only fighting.

The bright sun above the dome gradually disappeared, and the night wind carried a bloody scent, as if confirming something.

More and more soldiers in blood-stained clothes climbed the city walls, killing and destroying the city indiscriminately.

Dong Jin had no idea how many people he had killed.

All he knew was that the number of garrison troops around him was decreasing, while the number of enemy soldiers was increasing.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of booming sounds came from below.

That was the sound of the heavy city gate being pushed open.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow flew in from who-knows-where.

"Puch!"

Passing through the chest.

Dong Jin shuddered violently, but continued to raise his sword and slash at the surroundings, killing every intruder.

However, humans are not gods or immortals, and human power is finite. There will always be someone who can cut him, and someone who can shoot him with an arrow.

I don't know how much time passed, but the sun finally disappeared.

He was surrounded by corpses, their bodies covered in wounds and bloodstains, and riddled with arrows.

He was exhausted, his vitality was slowly fading, and the scene before him was becoming increasingly blurry.

"kill!"

The enemy's shouts of battle were still deafening, and he instinctively gripped the object in his hand tighter.

It was a flag with a large character "Chen" printed on it in brocade patterns, and the flag, splattered with blood, fluttered in the wind.

The endless stream of soldiers charged in like tigers and wolves, their eyes burning with a thirst for military merit.

He smiled with a sense of relief as he held up the flag, then turned to look behind him.

In the distance, the majestic palace shimmered with twinkling lights.

The nation was doomed, and he was powerless to stop it.

Two lines of bloody tears rolled down his cheeks, and his lips moved as he said, "Your Majesty... Your subject has done his utmost."

"Dangdang!"

The flag broke, and the blood-stained sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

This heralds the end for this city and this country.

……

I wonder what happened outside the city.

It seems that something indescribable has appeared and then disappeared...

The bright and warm sun that rose from the darkness of night has finally disappeared.

The people in Yueyang City stood there, stunned, overwhelmed by a range of indescribable emotions.

Sadness, remembrance, and gratitude.

Unconsciously, she murmured softly, "Your Majesty..."

The bright sun illuminates the night.

Like a monarch who reigned for just over two months, it was brilliant and dazzling, but also fleeting.

Xiao Zhengyang, he is also the sun.

He was the true pillar of the old dynasty. When he collapsed, the pillar that suppressed heaven and earth also disappeared, and demons and monsters occupied the capital.

A gentle breeze was blowing, and a light drizzle was falling.

People finally gathered their thoughts and looked at what was in front of them.

The city gates, which had been closed for three months, were finally broken open by brute force.

Accompanied by bursts of wild shouts and laughter, the raging fire that rose up from the grassroots burned the old dynasty to ashes.

Here they come!

……

The bright sun disappeared, the ghostly figure vanished, and everything returned to calm, everything returned to darkness.

Even the flames of war were extinguished.

"brother……"

Survived!

A huge weight was lifted from my heart; those strange and eerie beings that I had been worried about had finally been defeated.

Wang Huai, however, remained calm and showed no joy as he looked down at the several lifeless soldiers.

Once everything has settled down, the next step is to clean up the mess.

There were no winners in this battle.

The evil spirits attacked, and countless of his precious guards were killed or wounded.

Even the brothers who followed him when he first started the uprising all left.

The greatsword, which had slain countless enemies, was stuck in the ground.

The king, who had never feared even ghosts and gods, now had a slight glint of tears in his eyes.

He reached out and gently stroked the lifeless corpses.

Humans are so fragile and insignificant. They may be highly skilled in martial arts, but a gentle wave from the hand that reaches out from the gate of hell can take their lives.

"Armor Wind..."

As a leader, he should show little emotion and not let outsiders know what he is thinking.

But at this moment, he could not contain himself and his face was full of sorrow: "It was my fault, brother. Please call me brother."

The drunkard likes to drink, has a somewhat frivolous personality, loves freedom, and is very similar to Mingchen.

However, he wasn't as thoughtful as Mingchen, and even after ascending the throne, he still called him "Big Brother".

Wang Huai corrected him many times, but he just couldn't change.

However, he would diligently complete any orders given to him.

We probably won't hear that "big brother" anymore.

"Xing Yong... your elder brother has promised you a great generalship!"

"Why are you leaving already..."

The burly man possessed superhuman strength and an enormous appetite. He was found by the man on the verge of starvation on the street and distinguished himself in the war, earning the title of War Demon.

Although he is somewhat dull and simple-minded, he is loyal and courageous. Whenever he encounters any danger, he will be the first to stand in front of him, unafraid of death.

"Fanzi, how can I face your parents if you leave like this?"

"I've arranged a marriage for you..."

The Mountain Spirit was the son of a hunter in the forest. He joined the rebellion and was calm, collected, and thoughtful.

When leaving home, they kowtow to their parents, promising to return and fetch them when they are rich and powerful in the future.

Wang Huai stared blankly at his brothers who had lost their lives, murmuring softly, his voice filled with sorrow.

The Blood-Clad Army has fought its way through countless battles and conquests.

Having witnessed countless killings, deaths, and separations, Kuki remains unharmed.

Victory was just around the corner, and the old dynasty was about to be completely overthrown, but three loyal brothers fell on the eve of victory.

They shed blood and sweat to build the glory, but when it came time to share the spoils of victory, they were nowhere to be seen.

This was the first time Wang Huai had ever experienced such grief.

"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences..."

The general behind him had never seen Wang Huai with such an expression before, and couldn't help but offer some words of advice.

Of course, that's what they say, but what they really think is anyone's guess.

The Nine Blood-Clad Demons held a prestigious position in the new dynasty.

Their deaths at this time might not be a bad thing; with the old guard gone, positions can be made available for newcomers. "You..."

Wang Huai turned around and stared blankly at the people behind him.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

For some reason, Wang Huai felt that these generals were somewhat unfamiliar.

They are different; they are newcomers!
His eyes widened as he strode outside, glancing up at all the soldiers, his subordinates, and the general...

Although these people still looked at him with piety and reverence, the more he looked at them, the more unfamiliar they seemed to him.

He marched to Kyoto and overthrew the old dynasty.

But... what about the people around them?

What about those who initially rose to prominence with him?

One batch after another, the old ones die, and the new ones come.

Those who started the uprising with him in the beginning... those who were the most loyal, the most devout, and the most sincere, seem to be getting fewer and fewer.

The question that had been troubling him for so long—the question of Wang Huai and the change in the nature of the Blood-Clad Army—seemed to have found its answer at this moment.

Some people have changed, and many others have died!
They lit the campfire with their bodies, eventually turning to ashes and disappearing into the darkness.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death—these are all so insignificant.

"Your Majesty! Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'll call the medic!"

Seeing Wang Huai so distraught, the general beside him said with concern.

Wang Huai then came to his senses and forcibly pulled himself out of this cowardly emotion.

He possessed a strong will and a high capacity for resilience. He swallowed hard and composed himself.

She waved her hand gently: "It's alright."

"His Majesty!!!"

"Yueyang City has fallen!"

"We won! We won!"

Just then, a general covered in blood, with several arrows stuck in his armor, came running over, looking excited.

He knelt down on one knee in front of Wang Huai and shouted loudly.

The garrison of Yueyang City was already demoralized and lacked supplies, so they were no match for the relentless offensive of the Blood-Clad Army.

The Blood-Clad Army's relentless and reckless attacks, regardless of consequences or casualties, finally destroyed their defenses.

While Wang Huai was dispelling the ghosts and spirits, the vanguard soldiers on the front lines also climbed the city walls.

The vanguard's voice carried far and wide.

For a moment, the soldiers around him seemed to be infected by his enthusiasm, and they unconsciously showed smiles.

In the war that destroyed a nation and brought about a change of dynasty, they were the ministers who helped establish the new dynasty and were destined to be remembered in history.

"it is good!"

Wang Huai was a leader who carried the fate of countless people.

Reality no longer allowed him to continue being sentimental.

He needs to make good use of everything he has.

He nodded slightly, showing no trace of his previous dejection, and said in a deep voice to the other party: "Clean up the battlefield, wipe out the remaining soldiers, and spare those who surrender."

The vanguard general received the order and withdrew: "Yes!"

at this time,

"Let go!"

"Don't stop this poor monk!"

"You ungrateful wretch! This humble monk is your savior!"

Suddenly, several loud arguments came from not far away.

A burly, imposing monk, carrying a large sword, was entangled with several soldiers.

He was slapped to the ground without warning. Even though the monk was naturally strong and protected by Buddha's light, he couldn't withstand it and suffered some minor injuries.

After the other person disappeared, he lay down on the ground and closed his eyes to rest.

He awoke shortly after the soldiers touched him.

Although he was tricked by Mingchen and suffered a loss, he still managed to get things done for him and saved the emperor who rose from humble beginnings.

Having completed his mission, he then wanted to leave.

However, while getting here is easy, leaving is not so easy.

Several soldiers surrounded him. He was in poor condition and unable to use his supernatural powers to escape.

All we can do is struggle with them.

Wang Huai stepped forward, casually waved his hand to signal the guards to step back, and glanced at Bu Chen.

This monk was quite rough, showing no trace of the kind and gentle demeanor of a monk. He carried a nine-ringed broadsword, exuding a murderous aura, and disregarded all monastic rules and regulations.

Wang Huai then turned to Bu Chen and asked, "May I ask who you are, Master? Where do you come from? And why are you helping me?"

This monk is a friend, not an enemy.

From the moment this person appeared, Wang Huai wanted to talk to him.

Who is this person? And why is he helping him?

What is the sun that rises at night?
And what about that broken sword that came from who-knows-where?

Wang Huai needs answers to these questions.

After the matter concerning his three brothers, he naturally needed to inquire about the monk.

He knew very well that he was someone who rose from humble beginnings, and apart from the military unit behind him, he had no other opportunities or background.

It's unlikely that anyone will come to his aid.

Unless the monk wants to join him, but if he wanted to join him, he wouldn't be leaving now.

He only had one guess, vaguely.

"Cough cough..."

Wang Huai was a ruthless and ambitious man who fought his way up from the bottom. He possessed a kingly aura and a powerful presence that inspired respect in everyone.

However, he was not domineering or arrogant, and his tone was very polite.

The monk had a feeling during the battle.

This king is a sword, a sword forged a thousand times, a great sword that cuts through all the filth and thorns in the road ahead.

Undeterred, resolute, and fearless.

Now this person has come before me, with an imposing presence and overwhelming aura, displaying the demeanor of a king.

The monk didn't dislike this person.

How could a leader with such magnanimity command such a regrettable, bandit-like army?
It's really puzzling.

The monk coughed twice, put his hands together, and bowed to Wang Huai, saying, "This humble monk's Dharma name is Buchen. I come from the Seeking God Temple in the Southern Kingdom. I greet Your Majesty."

"I have been entrusted to subdue the demons and protect Your Majesty."

Wang Huai suddenly raised his head, as if he had grasped some key word, and a hint of joy appeared on his face. He kept asking Bu Chen in a hurried voice, "Entrusted by someone? Entrusted by whom?"

"Forehead……"

The monk touched the back of his head.

Mingchen didn't show himself, but released some kind of supernatural spell from afar.

She probably didn't want to see him, and didn't want to be exposed.

Seeing the monk hesitate, Wang Huai simply asked, "Is it Mingchen?"

Who in this world would be willing to save him? Who has the supernatural power to save him?

After thinking it over, the only one left is this younger brother.

That younger brother has some skills, and with the help of a divine spirit like the phoenix, he is extremely intelligent and ethereal.

The man said that the next time they met, they would be rivals, but he still didn't want to die.

He has now captured Yueyang City, and the old dynasty has been completely destroyed in his hands, fulfilling his long-cherished wish.

However, several brothers also died, and the entire kingdom was in ruins and desolate.

He couldn't describe how he felt.

Is it the grand ambition to dominate the world and swallow the heavens and earth? Is it the confusion and helplessness of an unknown future and an unclear direction? Or is it the sorrow of the flame of piety slowly being extinguished?
Since Mingchen is still paying attention to this place, he wants to have a chat with Mingchen.

Meeting Wang Huai's persistent gaze, the monk could only say dryly, "Uh... I can't say."

These two seem to have a very close relationship; the monarch actually figured out the correct answer right away.

What exactly does Mingchen want to do?
This blood-clad army was actually somewhat connected to him.

The senior monk realized once again just how terrifying that carefree, playboyish young man must be.

It really is that younger brother!
The monk wouldn't lie. Although he gave the answer "I can't say," he clearly meant that it was Mingchen who had asked the monk to save Wang Huai this time.

In that case, everything else makes sense.

The sun, the broken sword... you can't go wrong by just blaming it all on Mingchen.

(End of this chapter)