Chapter 1646: One Thousand Six Hundred Forty-Four

An unprecedented light enveloped everything.

In the boiling darkness, flames fell like rain, and the abyss gradually collapsed amidst the wailing... The jet-black scorching sun slowly descended from above the depths.

In the spreading flame, it seems that there is an invisible big hand, erasing everything in its path.

Since the birth of the new Abyss Xeon, the collapse has accelerated again.

Everything in the Sea of ​​​​Thunder was devoured, all souls and treasures were taken away by the new Maharaja, and all lives ushered in the final judgment.

Once again tolerating endless calamities, and even completely burning the former maharaja, the sun disc became more cruel and ferocious.

Just running, it seems to tear a gap in the abyss.

Everything in the dark abyss area has disappeared.

With the descent of the sun, all the hells in the depths have been burned, dissociated, and returned to the scorching sun.

At the same time, it also made all the survivors feel fear and hesitation, fleeing instinctively, converging, trying to escape to the depths and escape death.

Gathered under the command of the last king of hell who still has the ability to resist.

But the scorching sun is not in a hurry, it is so slow, it is just a playful overlook, staring at all the resistance and prying that is beyond its control.

Let them gather in one place.

And looking forward from the bottom of their hearts, they can find some little surprises and troubles for themselves...

"It's changed again, have you seen it? It's changed again!"

At the edge of the subjugated territory, behind the border drawn by the bloody water, Tian Gongqing raised his head dully, staring at the scale on the complicated crystal instrument in front of him.

I couldn't see anything clearly, I just felt black in front of my eyes.

For the past few days, he has been squatting here, constantly observing the gradually descending day of destruction, but every time he observes, he brings completely different results.

Quality, volume, range of interference, nature, origin and even appearance...

In the everlasting dark sun, transformation and evolution are happening all the time. After the stability of the previous moment is broken, what appears is an even more desperate ferocity.

In the end, the malice rising from the flames of the sun has almost enveloped the entire territory of the subjugated country... like an invisible mouth.

They are about to fall into the belly of darkness.

"The group of lunatics in this scene, what kind of monster did they create..."

Tian Gongqing's fingers transcribing the scroll couldn't help trembling: "If it continues to expand like this, after a while, the entire subjugated country will be swallowed up by it."

"Why don't you just surrender?"

In the dead silence, Lv Lingqing expressed his 'suggestion' with a blank face: "Anyway, Tian Gongqing has never taken action against the current situation, so it is better to turn away from the army, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, maybe in the future in the new world of the Astronomical Society, you will still be a prince. position."

"Law! You..."

Tiangong's expression twitched violently, almost crushing the scroll in his hand, his bloodshot eyes stared at that indifferent face, almost wanting to tear that broken mouth.

"What me?"

The law is indifferent: "Now that I am wearing a crime, I can speak out what I have to say. If I were the governor of the subjugated country today, a guy like Tian Gongqing who shakes the morale of the army would have been beheaded by my own hands."

"enough."

A furious low shout sounded.

The white snake interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Let's stop here." The old minister said with a blank expression on his face, "The battle is imminent, so you can concentrate on your work."

As a result, the participants broke up unhappy.

On the contrary, it was in White Snake's expectation, it was really strange to be able to return home singing in this situation, but, on the way back, he always turned his head and looked behind him.

Lv Lingqing was still silent, his expression was still the same indifference and gloomy for thousands of years, his eyes were like knives, and his expression was hideous.

Without any wavering.

However, if it were the usual way, how could he say those words? No matter how impatient he was, he just walked away with a sneer.

He had never seen Li Ling so out of control.

"Are you scared?" the white snake walking in front suddenly asked.

"..."

Lv Lingqing was silent and did not speak.

The pace is not chaotic.

It's just that the eyes are becoming more and more gloomy, and it's hard to suppress... the restlessness in the deepest part of the pupils.

Above the sky, a ray of light fell.

It fell into the hands of the white snake.

White Snake paused in his footsteps and pondered for a moment.

"Your Majesty summoned, court meeting, come with me."

He thought for a while, and then gave a serious warning: "Remember, don't lose your dignity.

Law Ling froze for a moment, not understanding why he said that.

But soon, he finally realized...

When he saw the figure that shouldn't belong here in the hall, at that moment, he could hardly restrain the killing intent and the urge to strike.

Even the villain who came to the door never looked back at him.

The smile is so kind.

At the highest point of the hall, the Withered King lazily waved his hand, signaling them to take their seats and not to waste time. But his eyes fell on the figure standing in the middle.

"What a coincidence, Huai Shi."

The Withered King grinned: "I was just telling Gala when you would come, I didn't expect it to be so fast."

"Where is your Majesty, you have already waited for so long, why are you still holding on to airs?" Huai Shi smiled lightly and asked: "Then, you should be clear about my reason for coming, right?"

The Withered King nodded and said, "Yes."

Huai Shi was startled slightly.

Puzzled.

He barely understood what he meant.

Then, I heard the words of the withered king.

"Eight billion one billion."

"Huh?" Huai Shi frowned.

"The position of 8.1 billion souls is in your kingdom of heaven. This is the condition for subjugation—I agree with your request and am willing to discuss with you. How about it? What's your opinion?"

"..."

Huai Shi pondered for a moment, and her smile gradually disappeared: "In other words, Your Majesty is willing to join the Heavenly Kingdom Project?"

"Naturally, or rather, as a last resort."

The Withered King answered calmly, glanced at his surprised expression, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "You don't think I'm a barbarian like a majesty, do you?

It is also the emperor's duty to correctly assess the strength of the enemy and himself.

Now that you have come here with the current situation and become the strongest in the abyss, in my opinion, it is already tricky enough. Even if you are undefeated, it is not enough to prevent you from bringing any irreversible damage.

Instead of losing both, why not find a better solution? "

He smiled and said: "So, if you are willing to nod your head, I don't mind losing power and humiliating the country a little more, and turning around to the current situation...It is not out of the question to be a minister and pay tribute."

Huai Shi was silent.

What I felt from the withered king was a completely different aura from the Majesty's... But from the observation and feeling, it was filled with countless fogs and phantoms.

He also couldn't see clearly.

It's just purely in terms of sincerity and magnanimity, the King of Wither really has no reservations.

But the conditions are too harsh.

It is no longer within the scope of discussion.

He shook his head regretfully: "No, there is no need to discuss."

"Then four billion."

The Withered King seemed helpless, and said with emotion: "I have already given in, Huai Shi."

"impossible."

Huai Shi still shook her head decisively.

"..."

The Withered King didn't speak, but just looked at him, he didn't speak harshly, but he didn't smile either, the whole Li Palace fell into silence without any sound.

Even Jiuqing held his breath, not daring to interrupt the conversation between him and Huai Shi, no matter how much he wanted to say...

"So, what about 1.5 billion?" The Withered King finally asked.

"Still too much."

Huai Shi shook her head and raised a finger: "The Sea of ​​Thunder has a quota of one thousand, and what I can guarantee is the inheritance of the giant's blood.

There can also be a thousand subjugated countries, but other than that, I can guarantee to give His Majesty the greatest autonomy, even if you want to recreate the subjugated country in the new world, it doesn't matter. "

The Withered King asked again: "Besides that?"

"No more." Huai Shi said.

"Nothing to talk about?"

"Yes." Huai Shi nodded.

"That's a pity."

The Withered King finally laughed and waved his hands: "The negotiation is over, Huai Shi. Go prepare for the war. I have everything you want, and it depends on whether you can take it from me."

"I will."

Huai Shi nodded to say goodbye, turned and left.

The figure disappeared in the shining of the dark light.

In the main hall in Li Palace, there was only dead silence, Jue Punishing Qing's breathing gradually became cloudy, and his pupils were filled with blood from the anger.

But in the end, no action was taken.

Not a word.

"How about it, gentlemen, why do you look so dignified?"

The King of Withering held his chin and asked curiously: "Could it be that you are all trying to curse and kill Huai Shi secretly? Then I have to look forward to it... and the white snake, what about the old talk?

Let me listen to it, don't be so boring. "

"Your Majesty has made up his mind. As a subject, he has nothing to say but die."

White Snake's voice was hoarse: "Other than that, there is only shame..."

The master humiliated his ministers to death.

But because of his own incompetence, the subjugated country suffered such a severe humiliation!

He actually forced the emperor to bow his head to others, and even made concessions repeatedly, so that he was so embarrassed... Even if he just looked at it, he was almost unable to restrain his sadness and anger.

There is no way to erase this shame except by bloodbath!

"In this way, if I am occasionally incompetent and stupid, it is a good way to urge you to work hard."

King Ku grinned and smiled jokingly: "I originally thought you were going to talk about ten victories and ten defeats."

"There is no need to count them, as long as there is one real cause of their defeat is enough!" The White Snake kowtowed and replied flatly: "That is because he dared to fight against the subjugated country, dared to be an enemy of the real emperor!"

"Haha, hahahaha."

The Withered King laughed, and pointed at his face, overjoyed: "White Snake, only at this time do you look like a jester... But, in your opinion, can the current Jiuqing be an enemy of such an opponent?" ?”

The white snake was silent.

In the silence, his face was livid.

"As you can see, the subjugated country has been humiliated in front of you, and the unprecedented shame is right in front of you... For such a long time, I have never paid attention to state affairs.

From the looks of it now, the terms and conditions agreed in the past should also be changed. "

The smile of the withered king disappeared, and he said in a cold voice: "I have decided to show the weight of subjugation, lay the foundation of the abyss, and truly create the eternal kingdom.

Those who argue falsely will be cut, those who disobey will be cut, and those who waver will be cut! "

From the dead silence, the emperor's imperial order echoed from the palace, resounding in the ears of all Jiu Qing, so cold and harsh:

"—The matter has come to this, do you have anything else to say?"

In the long silence, the White Snake raised his head subconsciously and opened his mouth to speak, but he saw the emperor's eyes, which were so cold that he froze in place.

No more words.

Only a trembling voice sounded.

"Your Majesty dares to think twice!"

Tian Gongqing took off the crown and kowtowed forward, "The foundation of the abyss has not yet been completed, and the progress of three epochs is still short. There are many missing materials, and the collection of blood tax has not yet reached the progress—"

"There is no need to worry about the vacancy of the blood tax."

The Withered King waved his hand, "Since so many rulers want to rely on my blessing and the glory of subjugation, then give them a chance.

An opportunity to share eternal glory with a subjugated nation. "

"As for the materials... Isn't there a lot of materials in my treasury? Take the heart and soul of the king of hell!"

The Withered King paused for a moment, and laughed mockingly: "If it's not enough, don't you still have my own? As the king of subjugation, it's good to have a place to play the rest of the heat."

As if struck by lightning, Tian Gongqing opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to refute.

It wasn't just him, at this moment, everyone was speechless.

Right in front of them, auras of eternal darkness appeared, and in the weight of subjugation formed by infinite madness and despair, the withered king on the throne finally really opened his eyes.

Still smiling, overlooking his own subjects and land.

No more disobedience will be tolerated.

"The kingdom of eternity will be created in my hands. Then let me live with the glory of this eternity. The future era will be established from today."

There is no room for refutation or wavering.

This is the supreme imperial order!

.

In the dark sun, Huai Shi opened her eyes.

Returning from subjugation, overlooking the last enemy.

Compared with the scorching sun in the abyss at this moment, it seems that it is nothing to be afraid of being as huge as a subjugated country, as long as it is destroyed step by step.

No one can stop the advancement of the kingdom of heaven's plan.

However, for some reason, he recalled everything he had seen since leaving the palace.

This is the first time he has been so close to the Blight King.

But it's hard to see anything.

Even the scorching sun of the abyss can't illuminate the mist and shadows in the soul... On that calm face, there is still a haze that I don't know.

Soon, he heard a distant sound.

Like the cry of the abyss.

the bell.

A high-pitched bell rang.

It's at the top of the palace.

The skinny white snake stretched out his hand, clenched the bell and pestle in front of him, and knocked the sound of the abyss with all his strength.

The majestic waves set off, swept across, and included everything in it.

Endless.

All the living beings within the coverage of the blood water raised their heads in astonishment, and listened to this imperial order from the Lord of Subjugation.

What made them dull and bewildered was that the sound of the bell never stopped.

Ten tones, a hundred tones, a thousand tones...

The white snake holding the pestle had already been struggling to stand still, and the blood from its mouth and nose kept oozing out, almost unable to meet the terrifying pressure.

But the bell still stretches, spreads, and permeates every inch of territory and hell.

The surging blood that covered the entire bottom of the abyss created waves for it, and the turbulent waves emerged from it, surging, and gradually interweaved a weird vortex that was bigger than the scorching sun of the abyss!

Then, a tragic hiss sounded.

Gravity, which is more terrifying than the scorching sun, suddenly emerged.

Shouts of terror, humble pleas, or screams and curses of despair.

Huai Shi could see that one after another huge beings were annihilated under the call of the blood water, one after another the flashes of souls were pulled by invisible forces and returned to the Li Palace...

It was a massacre.

Huai Shi didn't even have time to make a move.

At this moment, within the realm of subjugation, all living beings are ushering in death under the influence of the blood of the bell. Even the ruler cannot resist this will from the emperor.

All life is sucked away by blood, all souls are lost by the sound of bells...

The numerous source quality fluctuations that once looked like a sea of ​​stars disappeared rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they were revolving. In the end, they gathered in the Li Palace and turned into a dazzling radiance comparable to the scorching sun.

Right above the emperor's throne!

It also brought the final conversation to an end.

"It's almost time."

Jiao Fuqing turned his head in disappointment, looked at the abyss where life was gradually lost and the country was subjugated, and finally, he looked away and bowed solemnly.

Pay homage to the emperor in front of you, and pay your last respect, meticulous.

"Your Majesty, Rong Chen will retire."

"Go."

The Withered King looked at his calm appearance, nodded and said goodbye: "The foundation of the country's subjugation is because of you."

"Honored."

Jiao Fuqing smiled, and his figure slowly dissipated.

From the collapse, infinite blood rushes out from his body, the monstrous waves of blood rush, and the sound of the tide resounds through the abyss.

The last shackles were untied, and the terrifying vortex covering the subjugated country exploded and roared, enveloping all hells, filling the remaining depths, and turning into an endless ocean.

And in the middle of the ocean, under the gaze of the scorching sun in the abyss, Li Palace reappeared.

However, this time, the gorgeous palace never rose again.

Instead, come down!

To the deepest part of the abyss, the bottom of the infinite hell.

Under the countless peeling fragments, there appeared a majestic outline forged with the authority of countless rulers.

Like a sharp blade.

Towards the bottom of the abyss, stab out!

The sea of ​​chaos opened up silently, and that sea of ​​nothingness filled with endless chaos and unknowns was peeled off, torn, and cut off layer by layer.

The bottom of the real abyss is finally revealed.

Even, the great creation that was overwhelmed by endless disasters...

It is hard to imagine that there is such a magnificent structure at the bottom of the abyss, which made Huai Shi feel shocked.

In that sea of ​​nothingness that is always full of disaster and destruction, there are towering palaces, sanctuaries, steles, and even matrixes that are so complicated that even Huai Shi can hardly distinguish them clearly.

They are suspended in the ever-changing darkness, and they have all been embedded in the abyss, linking all the depths, and controlling all cycles and changes.

I don't know how much sacrifice was paid and how long it took.

The cruel recruitment and corvee of several epochs is not enough to subjugate the country. Even if the power of more than half of the abyss is gathered, such a terrifying creation cannot be completely completed.

It is necessary to implant the veins and hubs that control everything into the essence of the abyss, so that the iron law of subjugation can be combined with the essence of the abyss...

But now, when the Li Palace is lowered, like a key, to access this complicated structure and matrix, everything that is vacant finally ushers in completeness.

The final bell rang.

Like everything whining.

The vortex formed by the endless sea of ​​blood suddenly collapsed, inward, downward... as if sinking into an invisible mouth, no, it should be said, being swallowed by the entire abyss!

The blood and souls of countless living beings have been sucked out, and they will spare no effort to fill the huge vacancy, even if it means sacrificing everything.

This is the great thing that controls the abyss forever!

The eternal foundation that is truly capable of supporting the weight of subjugation——

Now, only the last crucial piece of the puzzle is left.

just...

—the emperor himself!

"At this time, what should I say?"

The Withered King calmly raised his head, allowing the endless chains to emerge from the darkness, wrapping around his soul and body layer by layer.

Little by little, he was permanently shackled in this nothingness.

But he didn't waver.

Instead, full of joy and joy.

Looking at everything.

He looked at his enemy, the destructive sun hanging high above the abyss.

"Ah, I thought of it."

From deep in thought, the emperor patted the armrest of the throne, raised his head, smiled, and greeted the challenger who came from afar.

At that moment, the infinite weight of national subjugation and this manifestation were in his hands. The terrifying light that surpassed the scorching sun emerged from his pupils, penetrating everything!

He said:

"——I am the country subjugated, I am the abyss!"

So, Abyss wakes up!

Right in front of Huai Shi, right above the scorching sun... In the abyss of nothingness, between the infinite depths, a pair of pupils and a faint face suddenly emerged.

Overlook!

Then, the outlines of the five fingers appeared from all directions.

snapped shut.

If so, hold the scorching sun tightly and never allow it to rise or fall!

The emperor's will entered the abyss, controlled everything, and completely replaced the core of the abyss with his own soul.

The great project that lasted for a long time was finally completed.

At this moment, everything that can be seen is the appearance of a subjugated country!

Now, the supreme ruler has lowered the shackles and punishments... But even the huge abyss can't block the cruel light!

The sun wheel is running.

The ten thousand zhang light radiated like a sharp blade, cutting huge gaps from the hand of the abyss. In the end, there was a traumatized finger that fell apart first!

But the shackles did not disappear with the loosening of the five fingers.

On the contrary, it is getting stronger and stronger!

Don't allow Huai Shi to move forward!

On the throne, the Withered King lowered his head slightly, seeing the little finger on his left hand that disappeared without a sound, he couldn't help laughing at himself.

"Hey, every time I draw my sword, I will only cut myself... It seems that I am really not good at fighting things like this."

He asked, "Uncle, the overall responsibility of the commander-in-chief is entrusted to you... But do you still have the courage to fight against the abyss Xeon?"

Excommunication raised his head, and responded solemnly: "Chen, I will die!"

"Is it okay to die?"

The Withered King shook his head and smiled indifferently, and just said to him: "If you lose, then I will die."

Excommunication froze in place, sluggish.

The pupils constrict.

Subconsciously raised his head and looked at the emperor's face.

The emperor remained calm and unwavering.

Just like in the past, just like back then.

Like the young man who lost everything, riding a sick horse, fled in embarrassment all the way. Behind him, the inheritance of the ancestors wailed in the flames and burned to nothing.

But he never looked back, just held his head up.

Persevere in looking forward.

Now, those eyes looked at him again.

"This time, it is no longer to protect the subjugated country, uncle."

The Withered King looked at him, and solemnly begged:

"Please, protect me."

Then, from the sluggishness, the excommunication could no longer be seen clearly.

Everything is rapidly blurring.

When the mission he had lost for so many years came back again, amidst the unprecedented excitement and ecstasy, he couldn't help it anymore, tears filled his eyes!

Couldn't hold back my tears and joy.

Subjugation, territory, everything else doesn't seem to matter anymore...

He finally found the reason and mission that allowed him to overcome everything.

Uncontrollable laughter. The joy that followed, and even, this power that could no longer be suppressed, let alone suppressed any longer.

From the turmoil in the palace, he raised his head and assured his emperor:

"—to be smashed to pieces, no matter what!"

At that moment, the figure of Jujuan Qing also disappeared into the void along with Jiao Fuqing.

But right in front of the scorching sun, amidst the torrent of infinite light, a huge figure that seemed to fill the entire abyss slowly appeared.

Wantonly mobilize this authority granted by the emperor, so that the soul of the abyss will appear here!

Infinite destruction manifests itself from his will.

The countless horrific disasters engraved on the history of the abyss in the past were created by the burning soul, and from his fanatical laughter, they completely swallowed everything!

Abandoned madness, and abandoned reason.

Now, in the face of the scorching sun of destruction, he sacrificed even this part of himself... At all costs, just to protect his own emperor!

So, from the nothingness of the soul, there is only determination and faith that even the scorching sun can't burn out.

He finally became the embodiment of subjugation.

Really, excommunication from the abyss!

"Die!"

The overwhelming storm of destruction swayed out!

Huai Shi was slightly taken aback.

It was almost impossible to contain my admiration and admiration.

Whether it is the ultimate creation of the subjugated country, or the enemy in front of us—it has never been imagined that such an outrageous power can usher in transformation again.

When the power that has exhausted the changes of the abyss and the limits of disasters is truly integrated with the abyss, what he has to face is no longer nothingness.

It is all the power that has emerged from the abyss in countless epochs throughout the ages!

Unfortunately...

Among them, there is no longer any threat that makes him shudder like the former Lord Thunder!

Even if the abyss is exhausted, such disasters and giants still cannot be reproduced.

Just like the abyss scorching sun itself!

And the current Huai Shi is no longer the Huai Shi who once boarded the Xeon.

"Finally, you can be a little more serious."

Huai Shi stretched out her hand, towards the enemy in front of her.

Infinite black flames flow, gather, and forge mighty iron light

No more consideration, go all out!

Within a snap of a finger, the huge abyss was immersed in endless turbulence like the tide.

Since the passing of Lord Lei Ting, a new shock has come suddenly again, but there is no such thing as a victim anymore.

All the living creatures in the fighting domain have already been killed by the subjugated country, and this living abyss has been shaped with infinite souls and lives.

The abyss awoke from a long dream and fought against the scorching sun.

Then, everything was like a bubble, ushered in collapse and death.

In the high-pitched bells, in the realm of the subjugated country, countless lights rose, and all the authority buried in the country was fully aroused, turning the huge subjugated country into a complete tool of war.

Whether it is the purest physical impact, or the illusory curse, there is pervasive interference. In the almost endless siege, the scorching sun has been bathed in the storm of war.

Just like that, the scorching sun suddenly fell.

Breaking through the interception of excommunication, he crushed the abyss cliff that emerged in the void head-on, just like a dump truck crashing in from behind the paper door, and smashed head-on on the land of the subjugated country.

The hells warped, cracked, and collapsed under gravity, turning into wreckage and ruins. But the ruins were also quickly ignited by the fire of nothingness, and radiated in all directions under the funeral of the destructive elements.

Corrosion, destruction, domination and transformation.

Divine will revision and destruction elements...

For a moment, people even had some weird hallucinations. With such endless means and terrifying destructive power, which side is the excommunication?

But no matter which side is the real Jiuqing, there is no difference in what the two are doing at this moment.

A duel with all and all, unreservedly ravages and brutalizes everything, sows disasters and reaps perdition.

From the entanglement of the two, if there is a substantial deep storm being pulled and created by the two sides, it travels up and down the entire abyss, returning everything it passes to nothingness.

Gradually, straight into the deepest part of the subjugated country.

As predicted by the Withered King, facing such a level of enemies, once the two sides go to war, no matter the winner or loser, all they will get in the end is a piece of scorched earth and wreckage.

What our side pursues is victory, but what Huai Shi wants is the destruction of everything!

He will not hesitate to create an abyss that is more ferocious than the abyss, and turn hell into a more miserable hell. Stepping on everything that has been destroyed, he will go to the heaven of the new world.

Haitianyuan, Wanbang Worship Hall, Yuanzhong Mountain, Baigu...

From the piercing and slashing of the sword of Tianque, countless hells were annihilated from the sword, only the torrent of disaster gushed out of it like blood.

Immediately afterwards, it was burned from the sun disc.

"It's still too far away!"

Huai Shi backhanded, instantly piercing through the spirit of excommunication that reappeared behind her. The magnificent outline outlined by the infinite stars melted, collapsed, and collapsed in the burning of the black sun.

But then, the incarnation of the abyss was reborn again, turning into a whirlpool of whiteness, shackling the scorching sun in the storm that engulfed the entire subjugated country.

The tide of despair swept across, covering the dead ocean, the empty sky, and a mountain that had long since lost its vitality.

Wherever it went, everything was frozen.

Including the scorching sun of the abyss.

Use the realm of the subjugated country as a cage, and suppress him in it!

"That monster has gone deep into the trap, and I should probably retire."

In the hall of Li Palace, Lu Lingqing looked up at the ferocious sun that was gradually covered with hoarfrost, and slowly turned his head to look at the emperor behind him.

The emperor did not speak.

Lv Lingqing hesitated for a moment, then smiled calmly, said nothing more, just cupped his hands, and saluted his emperor for the last time.

"I didn't want to say anything annoying, but in the end, I really didn't want to say anything."

Law Lingqing kowtowed solemnly: "I only hope that your Majesty will abandon debauchery in the future, work hard to govern, reorganize the subjugated country, and lay the foundation for eternity.

At that time, the Holy Will will add to all things, and naturally there will be no need for a guy like me to chatter. "

The Withered King was silent, watching him.

Gradually it disappeared.

Since this last dedication and sacrifice, Li Lingqing has completely dissipated, and everything has been integrated into the foundation of the abyss.

Among the fly ash, there was a crisp sound.

Something rolled from his arms and fell to the ground.

A rich gold cup.

Quietly reflecting the glow of the scorching sun, the broken gems glowed brilliantly, making the emperor freeze in place and hurting his eyes.

That was the wine glass that he threw into the abyss...

"It was actually found by you?"

He closed his eyes, and sighed mockingly: "Obviously I care about it... But in the end, didn't you give me another chance to drink?"

No response.

Only in the silence, the emperor raised his eyes and ordered: "Come on wine!"

The trembling attendant stepped forward, held up the wine glass, and filled the emperor with fine wine again, but this time, after the emperor lifted it up, he did not drink it down again.

Just sighing softly, he poured the wine in the glass into the wind and landed on the ground.

The foundation of the fertile abyss.

Then, there was a sound of cracking, and from the huge realm of the subjugated country, between the infinite hells, scarlet crystals like giant pillars grew out.

The iron law circulated in the blood, and manifested from this moment, the authority from the Law Lingqing truly merged into the abyss, engraving this imperial order from the subjugation of the country in every inch of depth.

The huge scarlet pillars intertwined with each other, like shackles, blocked on the dark sun.

The completely different order turned into an invisible chain, and began to compete with Huai Shi for the control of Vientiane, trying to bring everything into the emperor's will!

The roar became louder and louder.

Under the suppression of laws and excommunication, the battle became more and more intense, and the terrifying source quality fluctuations turned into raging waves, sweeping and colliding wantonly.

The palace shook, and countless dust fell.

Footsteps sounded.

The guards in uniform stepped into the palace and half-kneeled on the ground.

The emperor raised his eyes in displeasure, and asked in a cold voice, "Are you saying goodbye to me too, Jiala?"

"minister……"

Jia La lowered her head and pleaded: "My minister, please accept the responsibility of the Minister of Defense."

The Withered King didn't speak, just looked at him for a long time, and waved.

"... let's go."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Gala raised her head and smiled happily: "I have wandered in the abyss for so many years, and I have seen many eras, but only when I follow His Majesty, I feel so happy and happy... It's a pity that I can't see it anymore." The day has come for His Majesty to be relieved of his burden."

He took off his helmet and removed his armor.

The lackey of the subjugated country smiled, offered his final worship to his emperor, stretched out his hand, and pulled out the long sword at his waist: "I hope your majesty will cherish it from now on."

A crisp sound rose from the blade.

And then, along with Gala, disappeared without a trace...

Instead, it was the roar of Jujuan Qing, the incarnation of the abyss roared, stretched out his hand, penetrated into the deepest part of the subjugated realm, and grasped the fiery flame that burst out.

pull out!

In the midst of endless disasters and risings, all the sharp fronts of the abyss were gathered from the realm of subjugation, and they were created and fell towards the scorching sun.

——This is the sword of subjugation!

But not long after, footsteps sounded again in the hall. The emperor who made the silence couldn't help but fly into a rage.

"Get out!"

The emperor raised his head and shouted angrily, "Zhang Changqing, even you..."

But the person who came was not Zhang Changqing.

It is a white snake.

And the box he held in his hand was pale in bone, as if lingering with endless vitality and changes.

That's... Minister Chang's authority.

But the soul sleeping in the deepest part of Li Palace has disappeared without a sound.

Never see you again.

"He said that because of his own clumsiness, even if he was resurrected, it would not help the matter. It is better...to offer this only remnant body for His Majesty to drive."

The white snake lowered its head, not daring to look at the emperor's face anymore, but repeated the last words of his colleagues: "With a humble body, even if you die a few times, it is already difficult to repay the kindness in case, I hope your majesty will forgive me."

"..."

The emperor did not speak.

From the silence, only a self-deprecating chuckle was heard.

"In the end, you are not even afraid of death, but you dare not even say goodbye to me?" The Withered King asked softly, "White Snake, have I become too tyrannical and stupid?"

The white snake was silent and did not answer.

The Withered King waved his hand, and the white snake left.

Only the box of bones dissipated silently, and the mighty souls and changes merged into the palace.

Then, there was Qing Huasheng.

Next, it's Tian Gongqing...

Until the end, all Jiuqing returned to the foundation of the abyss, and since then they have been united with the subjugated country forever.

Outside the Li Palace, the terrifying struggle in the turbulent abyss is getting louder and louder, and the activated abyss is becoming more and more tyrannical and crazy, mobilizing this power that is continuously flowing into him, fighting against the scorching sun!

But amidst the turbulent waves of destruction and the tide of struggle, there was only silence left in the Li Palace, only dust falling down.

Just like the cold palace of the deposed emperor in the past.

Even with a wine glass in hand, no one can drink from it.

No matter how dazzling the sun shines, it can only illuminate the figure of one person.

so lonely.

"Is this the fate of a subjugated king?"

The Withered King leaned on the eternal throne and smiled silently: "It also complements me."

No response.

He closed his eyes.

Listening to the loud noise that covered countless depths, as if it was about to tear the abyss apart, I couldn't help but recall the past.

Once upon a time, all this had not yet fallen into the scene of hell.

Those vague memories seemed to become clear again.

Whether it is the burning candlelight in the long night, or the city bathed in the grace, the towering temple, or, I thought I had forgotten, the appearance of my father and brother.

From the green mountains, they rode fast horses, chased their prey, and returned with a full load. When the sun was about to fall, they lit a bonfire and sang and celebrated proudly.

So, in this silence, an ancient tune sounded.

Hoarse and vague, echoing in the silent palace, calling for everything that used to be, as if from those distant old times.

Outside the palace, the white snake froze in place.

Wearily closed his eyes.

In the loud noise that shook the earth, it was already impossible to distinguish its tune.

But the Withered King still hummed softly, thinking about those intermittent melodies in a trance, those broken songs were like lonely birds, spreading their wings and taking off.

Rising from the collapsing and shattering hell, passing the storm and death, flying freely to the end of the abyss.

Praise the glorious generation, the shining soul, the radiance of the stars.

When everything comes to an end, please grant us eternal sleep and peace...

For a long, long time, the intermittent singing dissipated in the silence.

Never see you again.

The emperor fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know when, the roar and loud noise have been completely cut off, and there is no earth-shattering shock, only the slight cracking sound gradually spread.

Like the last cry.

With the complete shattering of the incarnation of the abyss, the realm of the subjugated country fell apart and gradually collapsed

Under the burning of the scorching sun, countless matrices gradually cracked and evaporated.

On the foundation of the abyss, cracks emerged...

Whether it is abandoning all determination and persistence, or sacrifice and madness at any cost, in the end, everything is in this peace and ushered in death.

In Li Palace, the eternal silence was broken.

There were footsteps.

The sleeping emperor raised his eyes and looked at the figure who walked into the palace again.

The warm smile of the past has disappeared, and there is only peace on that blood-stained face.

Huai poetry.

"Where's the white snake?" asked the Withered King.

"died."

Huai Shi stretched out her hand and put the broken sword blade on the table: "In the end, he stood guard in front of the door and drew his sword at me...I didn't hold back my hand, and he probably doesn't need me to take pity on him."

"It always makes people feel helpless."

The Withered King sighed softly: "He has always been a dead-brained guy, and he never listens to persuasion when he settles on one thing, which is always a headache."

He reached out and picked up the broken sword of the White Snake, wanting to check it, but he only touched it for a moment, then withdrew his palm.

Look no further.

"It's over, Your Majesty."

Huai Shi finally asked: "Do you want to admit defeat?"

"Yeah?"

The Withered King shook his head: "I don't think so."

"Indeed, as long as there is one enemy alive, the war is not over." Huai Shi nodded in agreement, "As a ruler, it is only natural to resist until the end,"

"...Forget it, it's too troublesome."

The Withered King thought for a while, then shook his head regretfully: "With my ability, even Gala is inferior, and it would be too much torture to fight a monster like you.

Huai Shi, can't you save some face for the emperor? "

"No, it's just respect for a strong enemy, that's all."

Huai Shi stared at the emperor who was close at hand, without any relaxation.

From the scorching sun, he once again saw the fog and darkness that seemed to wrap around the emperor's soul forever.

But even until now, the so-called subjugation of the country has not diminished at all. It is within the emperor's soul, exuding terrifying pressure all the time, but it is difficult for Huai Shi to see the essence and true content of it...

All that can be felt is an infinite sound.

"What's the matter, Huai Shi?"

On the broken throne, the emperor remained motionless, admiring his vigilant appearance, and beckoned generously: "If you are so curious, you might as well get closer, and you can see it clearly."

Huai Shi did not speak.

In the silence, the pupils of the eyes were illuminated by that distant phantom light.

With the complete collapse of the foundation of the abyss, the collapse and crack of the Li Palace, the shackles wrapped around the emperor gradually became unsustainable.

The emperor is dying with his country.

Among the shattered souls, in the gradually dissipating darkness and mist, what rises is a magnificent light that surpasses everything.

so brilliant.

Ling Huaishi, forgot to breathe...

It is hard to imagine what kind of soul is able to meet such a terrifying weight.

At this moment, when the last chain crumbles, what rises in the soul of the King of Hell... turns out to be a dazzling light that is not inferior to the present situation!

He turned his own soul into a container, and what he created was such a gorgeous bubble that could collapse at the touch of a touch.

But within this bubble, it seems to contain endless mountains, plains and oceans, with surging waves and surging seas...

In it the splendor of infinite souls moves, and their dreams emerge from the refraction of bubbles.

Just like the whole world!

"Did you see that, Huai Shi?"

The Withered King smiled, "This is the treasure that surpasses your current situation, the real weight of subjugation."

In this way, he showed his kingdom, his people, and everything to his enemies.

This one remains in his soul with infinite brilliance, a sea of ​​tranquility gathered by countless sleeping souls...

This is the real weight of subjugation!

The only one who fell and died with the former world was himself.

In this subjugated country of one's own body, all the people and glory can be preserved and continued.

"Win or lose? Win or lose? There is no need to talk about winning or losing, Huai Shi."

The Withered King raised his head and declared to the enemy in front of him: "I have already won, more than once!"

When the current situation is difficult to continue, his kingdom has been with the abyss forever, and when the era changes again and again, his kingdom is still immortal.

Endured from the deepest depths of the abyss.

Since the collection of blood tax time and time again, this miracle has been continued with countless lives and souls. In the battles of the worlds again and again, he used the disintegrated reality to make up for his incompleteness.

In this way, it has spanned thousands of years, thousands of years, until now!

Only this radiance of countless souls is the truly precious color in the abyss, and this one point of national subjugation is already a great achievement that has already surpassed all the creations of the Astronomical Society!

But now, on the emperor's body, cracks appeared one after another.

Viscous blood slowly flowed out.

When the foundation of the abyss was completely broken, this weight of subjugation that unified the entire abyss had nowhere to go, gradually crushing him completely.

He didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Even if Huai Shi did nothing, he was doomed to die.

Together with the world that you want to protect.

Such a pity.

Obviously only three epochs away, the foundation of the abyss will be completely completed, and by then, the abyss will be completely under the control of the subjugated country.

A beautiful country that will last forever will be revealed.

And now, everything will come to an end.

The Withered King sighed softly, without remorse or resentment.

Just a pity.

But I don't know whether I should regret my kingdom more or the subjugation of the country.

"Why are you still unwilling to let go, Your Majesty?"

Huai Shi looked at the appearance of the huge soul gradually collapsing, and couldn't help shaking her head.

It is impossible to imagine that there are people in the world who can support the whole world with their own souls, but if they abandon such a heavy burden, how much disaster and power can they control?

Even if it's a battle with yourself, it's not a problem, right? "

"Stupid words, this is my crown!"

The Withered King cast an arrogant glance, "If I let go, what kind of emperor am I?"

Perhaps, after his death, the world will also be overturned in the flood. But even before the end of his life, he would never allow any waves to appear in front of him.

Even if he lets go, he may be able to give it a go... But what dignity can an emperor who has lost everything continue to survive alone?

"With such power...why did you fall into hell?" Huai Shi asked, "Didn't you ever really think about saving everything?"

"Huh? Seems like it happened before?"

The emperor seemed to be thinking about it, but in the drowsiness that gradually hit him, in the end, he just smiled indifferently: "I give up."

Rebelled, killed, overruled, abandoned...

Too many fail.

So much that even reorganizing everything and saving all the emperors is powerless.

It is precisely because it is correct that it is rejected by most people. No matter how you guide it, it is difficult for people to face up to their own ending...

Instead of long and difficult suffering, why not choose a happy and peaceful death?

Leaving such a man as himself without happiness and peace in hell.

Witness the value of the people.

As an emperor, there is nothing more satisfying than this.

This is what the crown means.

There is no such ending, more suitable for me than this.

The blood flowed away silently, and he gradually became sleepy, but he still persisted in maintaining the world that belonged to him, constantly consuming his soul, trying to fill up the cracks one after another.

But the cracks are still spreading.

The brilliant light gradually dimmed.

When the soul is exhausted, the world in the bubble ushers in the rupture.

But amidst the passing and fading brilliance of the soul, one after another fuzzy silhouettes emerged from the palace. Regardless of the erosion of the abyss, they raised their hands with difficulty, trying to touch him.

Call for the last words.

again and again.

But the cries of those souls were too small, and the emperor couldn't hear them clearly.

He tried his best to raise his head, looked at Huai Shi, his expression changed, as if pleading:

"what did he say?"

Huai Shi lowered her eyes, unable to bear to see the embarrassment of the emperor, and replied: "He said, enough is enough, Your Majesty."

The emperor froze for a moment, mockingly shook his head:

"But I'm not satisfied yet."

Amidst the cries of souls that were gradually disappearing, Huai Shi relayed their words: "They said, thank you."

"Ha, what a failure."

The emperor leaned on his throne, a crack appeared in his smile: "Is there anyone who would thank a single-husband tyrant who ruined the country and the people...

What does my gift have to do with you? "

However, clearly speaking like this, he couldn't help but lift up his fingers hard to hold that erratic palm.

so soft.

"Hello, Huai Shi."

The dying emperor calls.

Huai Shi said, "I am here."

The Withered King raised his eyes and looked at the table.

The supreme hub that gathered all the authority of the subjugated country in the past, the seal of subjugated country that belonged exclusively to him.

After losing everything, this is all he has, the most precious treasure.

"Take that away, I surrender." The emperor looked at him, "You said, one thousand places, right?"

In his hands, faint colors appear.

In the final bubble, those immature glimmers are like fireflies.

When their own world fell, those children who had no chance to be born, they have been sleeping until now, but they have never been able to come to this too cruel world.

"The subjugation of the country is over, but their lives have not yet begun... Take them with you."

The Withered King stretched out his hand, exhausted all his strength, and entrusted that twilight to Huai Shi's hands.

"There is no need to tell them where they came from, and there is no need to have an emperor anymore. Let them look for their own future as if they were born in a new world..."

From the silence, Huai Shi nodded.

Precious and precious, he kept this twilight in his soul, and before leaving, he said his last farewell: "Farewell, Your Majesty."

"Farewell, Huai Shi." The emperor smiled and blessed, "Just do your best...to create what you see...the future..."

In this way, surrounded and accompanied by countless souls, he closed his eyes and gradually walked into sleepiness and tranquility.

The door closed silently.

No more sound.

In that quiet darkness, the emperor and his subjects slept forever.

This is the end of subjugation.