20demayo Chapter 4 There are bad guys among the crowd.
Chapter 4 There are bad guys among the crowd.
"Could it be that the emperor has done something again...? Hmm?"
Si Chen suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly looked up at Jia Chen. He sensed malice emanating from Jia Chen and stared at him intently.
But how could the spirits of heroes betray their Lord?
Unless the lord doesn't consider them human at all.
"Calm down, you don't even realize you've been possessed by a ghost."
Jia Chen was puzzled, so he closed his eyes and calmed his mind until a sudden thought appeared in his mind.
The soldiers of Weibo should not behave like this! How can a true man waste his life in the woods? Kill this corrupt official! Kill! Kill! Kill!
Jia Chen's forehead veins bulged, he took a step back, his scales suddenly lit up, his hair stood on end, his blood, as red as lead and mercury, surged within him, spiritual energy enveloped his entire body, and he raised his fist to strike his Tianling acupoint.
"Get out here!"
Jia Chen's head exploded on the spot, dripping with blood. His nine-foot-tall body swayed as he adjusted to his headless form.
A shadow detached from Jia Chen, rolled on the ground, and transformed into a pitch-black figure, seven feet tall, holding a three-inch-long mithril spike. While spitting blood, it rushed towards the window, leaping and weaving through the shadows of the room.
The gaze from Si Chen, emanating a chilling killing intent, lingered relentlessly, making the blood in his body almost boil.
"Kill him." Si Chen took a step back and pointed.
Jia Chen's headless corpse transformed the gushing blood into a giant blade as tall as a person. Following the fluctuations in the airflow, he reversed his grip, drew the blade, and slashed fiercely.
This is the wonderful use of "mercury blood and silver marrow".
The continuous stream of sword light stretched endlessly.
The sparks and lightning from their collision danced in the church.
"Call upon the gods for protection! Six Ding, aid me!" Si Chen borrowed the divine power of the Six Ding's heroic spirits, forming a hand seal with one hand and gathering power in his breath.
Boom~
The people of Tianjin Port looked toward the Catholic Temple Hill on the left bank of the Haihe River and saw a surging shockwave transforming into a giant fireball burning fiercely.
The world within a thirty-step radius of the church was turned into a sea of fire.
The "Samadhi Fire" burned through the connection between the real world and the spirit world.
The dark figure had nowhere to stand and fell to the ground.
Jia Chen descended from the sky, holding the head of the dark figure in one hand while slowly sheathing his sword.
His chest was visibly pierced, and his heart was caught in the opponent's weapon, a silver blade.
Jia Chen bent down, picked up his own head, and twisted his neck to get used to it. Once his head was working again, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Sigh, this is really hard to kill. So this is the Night Scout? It truly lives up to the Ming Taizu's painstaking efforts. This is much more troublesome than the Bad People."
After a fierce battle, he became even stronger.
Dragon scales began to cover its entire body.
The weight also became increasingly terrifying.
Si Chen emerged from the firelight, the burning sensation in his lungs lingering. "I thought they could only lurk in the shadows, but I never imagined they had this ability. To hide in the gaps of thought, in the narrow spaces between ideas."
No wonder it's called the Night Defender.
It's truly impossible to guard against without careful precautions.
The six Ding and six Jia, twelve people in total, gathered together for another round of investigation.
"This scout has no identification markings whatsoever."
"If it weren't for malicious intent, who would have discovered that this fellow was so audacious?" Si Chen looked at the corpse. "No markings, no identity, that's the biggest anomaly. Besides Xun Gui, who else in the Ming Dynasty's border army can command such elite troops? Who is protecting them?"
Qing Ji wiped his mouth with his sleeve, saying, "It's too dangerous to deliver this message to you."
Si Chen looked down and stared intently. "It seems that Duke Zhang Zhiji of Yingguo is indeed dead, and the capital is completely out of control. What did the emperor do? He drove them to desperation."
"The old Duke summoned Xun Gui to the palace to discuss restoring the old system, reviving the capital's martial arts, and training the Imperial Guards' Great Han Generals and the Imperial Horse Administration." The little man in yellow sat cross-legged in Si Chen's palm, slowly nodding and counting on his fingers.
"The Duke of England, Zhang Zhiji, was assassinated as soon as he left the inner city, and the Five Military Commissions were thrown into chaos."
"The emperor decreed that his eldest son, Zhang Shize, would inherit the title."
"The Duke of England asked me to deliver a message to the Heavenly Official before his death."
"I beg the Heavenly Official to spare his family line for the sake of the former Duke, rather than let it die out."
Si Chen almost laughed out of anger.
"Heh, seventeen years. For seventeen years, the emperor has never mentioned Xun Gui. Only when the situation became irreversible did he think of making him risk his life."
"In the first year of Chongzhen's reign, the old Duke Zhang Weixian proposed that the outer garrisons of the Beijing Garrison be paralyzed for no apparent reason."
"And now, it's the same again."
"Have the soldiers of the Beijing Garrison, the million soldiers of the garrisons in the capital region, and the military households ever received a single penny of salary?"
"The loyalist army came begging on empty stomachs and returned wrapped in horsehide."
"The elite troops of the Imperial Horse Stable, which the late emperor had painstakingly built up, have all been disbanded."
"The legacy of our ancestors has been squandered."
"..."
What was the emperor's reaction?
The little man in yellow knitted down, covering his head, and dared not speak as he looked at the furious Si Chen.
"say."
"Duke of Cheng, Zhu Chunchen, and Marquis of Yangwu, Xue Lian, secretly entered the palace to spy on the emperor, but the emperor acted as if nothing had happened."
Si Chen looked up at the sky, speechless and choked with emotion.
Such harshness and ingratitude are infuriating; I am angry at their lack of resistance and resent their incompetence.
"Tell us everything else, including any other information."
Qing Ji said in one breath, "And there's also Marquis Xining, Song Yude, who stayed behind closed doors and set himself on fire, seemingly faking his death to escape."
Xuancheng Earl Wei Shichun is determined to die with the country and is already making preparations for his passing.
Young Master Zhang Shize asked me to tell the Heavenly Official that their family had received the Emperor's favor and should die with him.
The situation in the capital was completely out of control, and the gates were wide open.
The day of dynastic change is not far off.
Let the Heavenly Officials make preparations in advance.
I take my leave.
The little man in yellow rolled over on the spot and disappeared into the spirit world.
That is a world that belongs only to heroic spirits and fairies.
The contract between him and the British ducal family, which had been in place for generations, was dissolved, and he was free.
Si Chen truly felt what it meant to be a sign of national ruin.
That's it.
The heart is lost.
"A large country like ours cannot be killed in a short time if attacked from the outside."
The ancients said that even a centipede, though dead, does not fall down completely; only by destroying itself from within can it be utterly defeated.
"The Ming Dynasty may perish, but the world cannot perish."
He gazed northeast, then southeast.
"Shangdi, where do we go from here?" Liu Ding and Liu Jia were also somewhat bewildered. They seemed to be vaguely seeing the shadow of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period. It was the time for good men to make achievements and establish their careers, so why were they unhappy about Shangdi?
"We're not leaving." Si Chen looked at Tianjin Port.
A storm from the highest heavens is sweeping across the entire world.
No one could remain uninvolved, and he finally made up his mind.
"Alright, I think it's a good idea. A person in a high position should strive to conquer the world, not be content with a corner of the land."
The church has been reduced to ashes, leaving no place to even stand.
The group then cleaned up a few rooms in the side rooms behind the church.
Amidst the ruins, beyond the screen wall lies the backyard, with three rooms on each side.
The six Ding and six Jia each occupied one side.
The main room of Sichen Residence contains a dining table and a brocade couch, with partitions on both sides.
The bedroom is on the lower side, and the study is on the upper side.
Si Chen lit an incense burner and lay down fully clothed.
Jia Chen carried a paper lantern and patrolled around the house, playing with the mithril weapon left behind by the night watchman.
It was about three inches long, covered with runes, as delicate and exquisite as carvings on a grain of rice, and shimmered with silver light in the firelight.
The white-armored deity, Jia Yin, wrapped in a high-necked robe, gazed at the new moon from the rooftop.
Just as the ratmen, who were whispering among themselves, reached the base of the wall, they were pierced by a beam of silver light.
at this time.
Xu Wenjue was sitting upright in a secret room.
In front of him was a huge water mirror.
On the other side of the line of sight is Nanjing, a thousand miles away from Tianjin.
"That's how it is, Father."
"Long Huamin messed everything up, and that damned Bai Lin too."
The Duke of Wei, dressed in magnificent armor, watched as the young men of his family practiced cricket fighting, a sport perhaps reserved for the elderly.
The martial arts societies in Jiangnan are like dancers, unlike the life-or-death struggles in the north where people fight just to survive.
Even the military force upon which they depend for survival has been reduced to a performance of pandering to superiors due to prolonged peace.
a long time.
Xu Wenjue then heard his father's response.
"Then let's raise the bet."
"It's not a good thing to have a celestial official constantly watching our business."
Xu Wenjue nodded slowly.
"I see."