Unlimited priesthood

Chapter 22 Slaying the Dragon
Wanyan Zongmou was shocked and angry, and the generals were even more incredulous.

Military and national affairs cannot be slacked off. Although these generals were drinking and partying, the Jin army did not relax their vigilance. A large number of scouts were scattered within a radius of 100 miles, and any movement would not escape their eyes and ears.

In this case, how could the enemy approach their camp quietly in broad daylight and be discovered before they were discovered within ten miles?

Less than ten miles!
For a large army, what difference does this distance make between this and being right next to their bed?
How did they do that?
Could it be that the heavenly soldiers have descended to the earth?

"Meet the enemy!"

Wanyan Zongmou couldn't figure it out, but he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only order his generals to go out of the tent to meet the enemy.

"Boom!"

All the generals rushed out of the tent and rode their horses to meet the enemy, while Wanyan Zongmou climbed onto a high platform to watch the battle.

Looking around, he saw waves of dust and smoke, and the earth rumbling. A group of black-armored cavalry rushed from the north, piercing into the left wing of his army like a sharp knife. The brave and warlike cavalry of the Jin Dynasty was like a mob at this moment, and was killed and retreated step by step.

"This……"

"How could the Song people have such a powerful army?"

"The men and horses are fully armed and covered in iron armor?"

"No, these people...are all warriors?"

Several generals around Wanyan Zongmou were also shocked when they saw this.

"Who is that person?"

Wanyan Zongmou's eyes focused, and he saw a man in black leading the troops to charge at the front of the black-armored cavalry.

He was dressed in cloth, without a piece of armor, but his figure was taller and more majestic than the fully armored soldiers. Holding a halberd in his hand, he led his troops to charge and kill recklessly as if he was in an empty space.

The black-armored cavalry followed closely behind, like a black dragon, tearing through the Jin army's lines with great momentum. Wherever they passed, cries of grief were heard everywhere, and blood and flesh were like waves. No one could stop them.

"Grandmaster of Gangqi?"

"Follow me into battle!"

Wanyan Zongmou's eyes flashed, and he immediately jumped off the platform, mounted his horse and ordered his personal guards to go into battle.

Others called him the Bodhisattva Prince, firstly because his face was as plump as a Buddha, and secondly because he had superb Buddhist martial arts and was the top martial arts master of the Jin Kingdom.

For this reason, he was well aware of the importance of martial arts, and recruited many masters to form his personal guards to follow him in his battles. He made many achievements and was feared throughout the world, not inferior to the Song Dynasty's secret agents.

Although fighting in a military formation is very different from fighting in the martial arts world, facing thousands of troops and powerful bows and crossbows, even a martial arts master will die in the northwest once his energy is exhausted. However, this kind of power is still an important pillar, and it is indispensable for being the first to break into the enemy's formation, kill the general and seize the flag.

Wanyan Zongmou led his personal cavalry and attacked the left wing of the army in an attempt to stop the enemy's advance.

He rode in the front, followed by the others, holding the great banner high, leading the troops like a dragon, and immediately brought peace to all directions.

Although he, the Bodhisattva Prince, was the commander-in-chief of the three armies, he always led his troops by example. When the Jin Kingdom defeated the Liao Kingdom, he led a thousand cavalrymen to chase the Liao ruler for thousands of miles, showing unparalleled bravery.

Now his commander raised the banner high, and immediately elite soldiers and generals followed him. The Jin army formation changed direction to the left, ready to engage in a head-on battle with the black-armored cavalry.

"Boom!"

The sound of killing shook the sky and the sound of hooves shook the earth. Wanyan Zongmou led his troops and rode his horse, holding a spear and charging straight at the enemy general.

As a martial arts master, he was confident that he was no less capable than others. Even if the so-called best master in the world from Song State came in person, he would be able to...

"Ehh!!!"

A horse neighed, startling like the shadow of a dragon, and the man in black rode over. The BMW he sat on had a dragon back and a bird neck, strong bones and muscles, and it roared like thunder and galloped like the wind. It was a divine horse that had never been seen in the world, and the man on the horse was a hero unprecedented in ancient times. With a sweep of the halberd, flames burst out, and human flesh and blood splattered out of the steel armor, and it slammed into the army formation in the rear.

"This……"

"Prince?!"

The generals were at the back, their faces filled with horror as they watched Wanyan Zongmou, half of his body torn apart by a single blow from the enemy. After a moment of dead silence, they finally lost their voices in horror, and their formation became chaotic, with their army in disarray in an instant.

On the top of Tokyo City, a man stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the golden spears and iron horses below the city. The black-armored cavalry cut back and forth in the Jin army formation, killing and wounding countless people. Infantry came from all directions, constantly compressing the battle formation.

In this way, the two armies fought fiercely from noon to the next morning. The war raged for nearly a thousand miles and finally settled at sunrise.

Outside Tokyo, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed like a river.

A cavalry unit returned slowly, heading straight for the city gate of Tokyo.

"Rumble!"

The gates of Tokyo, which had been closed for a month, opened, and a group of people lined up inside to welcome them. However, they were not ordinary people in the city, but ministers and imperial guards.

At the front of the queue, Zhuge Zhengwo stood with his hands hanging down. Behind him were all the ministers of the Song Dynasty. Two of them were tied up tightly in front, their faces full of fear and unable to speak. They were the two rulers of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng.

The two masters were tied up tightly with ropes, looking ahead in horror. They saw a group of black-armored cavalry slowly marching into the city, like a demon army walking out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood. The strong smell of blood made their bodies spasm. They wanted to vomit, but the cloth in their mouths blocked their mouths.

Not only are these demon soldiers wearing heavy armor, but even the war horses they ride are as ferocious as strange beasts. No one knows what breed of horses they are, nor how they are fed, which is why they look so ferocious.

Finally, the horses and soldiers stopped, and the two men looked up with difficulty, only to see a man in black leading the troops. There was no blood on his body, but he had a terrifying murderous aura, as if the devil had descended from heaven.

Zhuge Zhengwo stepped forward, bowed to him, and then stood aside, revealing the two pale-faced Song rulers and the ministers of the dynasty.

Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng raised their heads and whimpered as if to beg for their lives, but the people in front of them ignored them completely. Only the divine detectives and imperial guards came forward, escorted them away, and let the soldiers and horses enter the city.

……

This went on for several months.

The siege of Tokyo Bianliang has been lifted and the Jin soldiers have been defeated.

However, this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties has not recovered its former prosperity. Instead, it is as depressed as the wind and rain in early spring, trapped in a terrible atmosphere.

"Tap Tap!"

The rain was drizzling, and the sound of horses' hooves was heard. Teams of cavalrymen were galloping on the streets of Tianjie. There were also secret agents and guards moving around, constantly searching in the city, and escorting prisoner carts to the Tianlao.

There were prison cars coming and going, and there were a lot of prisoners, all dressed differently. There were nobles in gorgeous clothes, beggars in tattered clothes, strong warriors, weak scholars, monks and nuns, Confucianists and Taoists, and people from all walks of life could be seen.

In a restaurant with its doors tightly closed, several people stood on the upper floors, looking down at the street view, their eyes filled with worry and suspicion.

"What exactly does this person want to do?"

"Even if there's a change of dynasty, there's no need for such a purge, right?"

"I thought he was a wise leader, but now it seems he's just like Huang Chao!"

"The empire is currently in turmoil. Barbarians from all directions are eyeing us covetously, and various rebel kings are separatist within. He secured Zhuge Zhengwo's support from within and took control of Tokyo. Yet, instead of giving the people a rest, he launched a major crime, wielding the butcher's knife, and slaughtering people day and night."

"Look at Tokyo. Where is the prosperity of the past?"

"Everyone is in danger. The world is not stable yet and is about to be in turmoil again!"

"Digging up the Worry-Free Cave would be one thing, but they even spared a tranquil Buddhist temple like the Daxiangguo Temple. Killing monks and destroying Buddhism is insane!"

"There's nothing wrong with a new dynasty reforming its system and implementing new policies. Generally, it's just re-measuring land and re-setting taxes. But he went so far as to kill Confucianists, destroy the law, and destroy Buddhism and Taoism, alleging he wanted to change the feudal system. He was so eager for quick success and instant gratification, wanting to accomplish everything overnight. He was a thousand times worse than the likes of Wang Mang and Yang Guang."

"Hmph, I've heard a long time ago that this man is a demonic being descended from the heavens. Twenty years ago, he wreaked havoc in Heluo, causing panic among the people of several prefectures. Now that he's gained power and taken control of Tokyo, he's become even more ruthless. If he were to truly seize control of the world, wouldn't there be rivers of bloodshed?"

"It was a waste of Zhuge Zhengwo's cleverness throughout his life, but in the end he actually chose such a scourge. Not only has his reputation been ruined, but his entire fortune may not even be saved."

"This man is so cruel and mad that even if he is not killed in the end, he will be buried with him when the whole world is in turmoil." There was resentment in the words of several people, and they even gritted their teeth and cursed.

But this was obviously of no avail, and soon someone spoke up: "Brothers, our country is in trouble now. This devil is killing people in the name of the law. From the government to the underworld, all are being slaughtered. We can't just sit there and wait for death!"

"What else can we do if we don't just sit and wait for death?"

One person heard this and smiled bitterly: "That devil has unparalleled martial arts skills. Not only is he unrivaled in the martial arts world, but he is also unbeatable on the battlefield.

Wanyan Zongmou was the most powerful general of the Jin Dynasty. He was victorious in conquering the Liao Dynasty and attacking the Song Dynasty. However, he was killed in the battle among thousands of soldiers, and the entire army of 200,000 people was wiped out.

The demon army he raised not only had everyone practicing magic skills, but even the horses took evil pills, making them as powerful as dragons, pythons and unicorns.

With such martial arts, such military might, and such a scourge on earth, who in the world can stop him?"

These words were full of dejection, and made everyone look unhappy.

"Brother Zhou, don't boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige!"

"This demon is indeed terrifying, but his perverse actions will never be tolerated by the world."

"Now he has only occupied Tokyo, and there are still powerful people in various places who claim to be kings."

"We can go and seek refuge with him, just like the eighteen princes did back then, and unite our forces to defeat him."

Some people were unwilling and retorted angrily, but some were worried, and the people at the table were divided into two factions without realizing it.

"The four rebel kings are nothing but powerful bandits. How can we possibly stand up to him?"

"I heard that he has been secretly operating, having already established a stronghold in Heluo and amassing an army in Shandong. He has a million men under his command and will soon be dispatching troops to pacify the world. The rebel kings in various places have already expressed their willingness to surrender, and the ruler of the Jin Kingdom is also seeking peace."

"Brothers, please be patient and wait for the right time!"

"Hmph, be patient. If you can endure it, would we still be sitting here?"

"If it really doesn't work, then go far away!"

"..."

The crowd was divided into two factions, each holding their own opinions. It was difficult to persuade them and they were about to part ways on bad terms.

At this moment...

"Look!"

A cry of surprise drew everyone's attention and they all rushed to the window.

This restaurant is built very high and is located in a special place, from which one can directly see the execution ground of the Ministry of Justice.

At this moment, on the execution ground, swords and axes were in place, ready to carry out the execution.

This is not surprising. Ever since the devil took control of Tokyo a few months ago, the swords and axes in the execution ground have never stopped, and people are subjected to extreme punishments every day.

But now...

In the center of the execution ground, on the scaffold, two prisoners knelt tremblingly before the executioner, with dozens of other prisoners screaming beside them.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

"Oh my God, oh my God!"

"Devil, devil!"

"How could this be? How could this be?"

"Rituals and music are ruined, rituals and music are ruined!"

"Zhuge Zhengwo, do you really want to help the tyrant and slaughter your king and father?"

Dozens of prisoners, all of whom were former ministers of the Song Dynasty, were now crying and shouting.

The two people who were about to be beheaded in the central government were the two emperors of the former Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng, father and son.

Seeing that the two men were about to surrender and fall, dozens of Song Dynasty officials standing nearby screamed miserably, and some even directly cursed Zhuge Zhengwo who was supervising the execution.

"Son of Heaven, Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven!"

"From ancient times to the present, has there ever been a case of an emperor being punished?"

"Zhuge Zhengwo, it's one thing for you to help that evil lord usurp power, but you actually humiliate your former master like this?"

"To be an accomplice to a tiger is abhorrent and insane!"

"You have treated the Son of Heaven badly in this way, yet you do not know that karma is cyclical and heaven will punish you. In the future, I'm afraid that the fate of you, the descendant of this demon, will be a thousand times more miserable."

"Zhuge Zhengwo..."

A group of ministers roared and shouted that rituals and music were in chaos.

On the execution platform, Zhuge Zhengwo looked indifferent and was not moved at all.

To be honest, he did not agree with this resolution at first.

The emperor is the Son of Heaven, the sovereign and father!

Since ancient times, all dynasties have been trying to build the sacredness of the emperor, attempting to implant concepts such as the emperor and the divine right of kings into people's hearts and strengthen the rule of the emperor.

In this way, the system has been deeply rooted for generations. Even after the chaos at the end of the Han Dynasty and the return of the Three Kingdoms to the Jin Dynasty, when the Sima family killed the emperor in the street, and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, when the imperial power was severely hit, the dignity of the emperor still had considerable sacredness.

For a dynasty, deifying the monarch and consolidating royal power are basic. Therefore, generally speaking, the monarch of the previous dynasty will not be executed in public. Even if he is to be killed, he will be killed in secret and given three feet of white silk or a cup of poisoned wine.

Such public execution is extremely inappropriate, even for the king of a fallen country. It will do no good to the new dynasty and may even lead to the same fate as the Sima family.

But now...

Looking at Zhao Ji and his son on the execution platform, as well as the ministers wailing beside them, Zhuge Zhengwo's eyes turned cold, and he picked up the command arrow and threw it into the field.

"cut!!!"

Zhuge Zhengwo was not clear about the man's purpose in doing so, but he was very clear about one thing, that is, the more violent the actions were now, the more peaceful the world would be in the future. The more people he killed now, the fewer people would die in the future.

After all, that man is no longer someone that can be resisted by human power. If we don't want him to cleanse the world, killing people with rivers of blood and millions of corpses, we must suppress people's hearts in the most violent way now, so that those people dare not jump out again and make trouble again.

This was the only way he could think of to minimize casualties and unrest.

For the sake of the world and the people, he must pick up the butcher knife.

Slay the dragon!

Regicide!

"cut!!!"

At a command, the ghost-head knife fell, and two heads fell down. They were not real dragon head skulls, but had eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and other human facial features.

"Boom!"

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but the weather suddenly changed, the wind and rain came suddenly, and there was even a loud thunder that shook people’s hearts.

Is it that the heaven and earth are angry because of the death of the real dragon?
Or is it that Heaven senses that this world is about to undergo a tremendous change, so it speaks out?
(End of this chapter)