Chapter 1037 Prologue to Donghuang Beilian Chapter Natland, Natland

The Natlan Empire is a huge empire with a long history.

But no one has ever been able to give an accurate idea of ​​how big Natland is.

In the textbooks of the United States of Orange, all the figures describing the land area of ​​this ancient empire were speculated by geologists.

After all, even the most powerful extreme person in the Natland Empire, the great national master of the past who can be respected as the "immortal", has never traveled to those ice sheets and frozen soil, the deserts of the Western Regions, the dangerous places of various states and the ancient secret realms.

If an ordinary mortal determined to cross Natland on foot, he would be ridiculed by countless people.

Not to mention that the Duanzhou River, which crosses the five states, is fast and dangerous, and there are countless human-eating monsters in the river, as well as the Immortal Killer, which has appeared frequently recently and can cause thunder and fire to kill immortals.

In the endless mountain wilderness alone, the green forest bandits who had offended their power and had their fields taken away and turned into bandits, the wild monsters that became spirits, and the evil cultivating sects that can devour life, are enough to make any mortal give up the idea of ​​leaving home. idea.

In Natland, the rule for thousands of years is that mortals must not resist the immortals and dedicate everything to the sects and yamen that protect their villages.

As for the emperor who is far away in the imperial capital, it is an unimaginable existence in the heart of any Natlan mortal.

The king of the state even regularly tours to intimidate the counties and immortal sects in the state, and meets with those powerful people and the heads of the immortal sects who can easily take away everything from them.

For the mortals of Natlan, the concept of emperor has long existed only in the legends of the horrifying evil emperor that the elders had in mind.

The taxes in the sect and the county are getting higher year by year. Although the weather is good, the crops in the fields are getting less and less for some reason, making it extremely difficult for mortals in various states to survive.

In addition, in recent years, the invasion of evil cultivators in various states has become more and more crazy, and it often happens that an entire village is bloodbathed overnight.

For ordinary people, how can they have the leisure to care about those important matters of family and country?

In their view, their future is nothing more than having their fields confiscated because they have not paid enough taxes, and being forcibly taken to the freezing Beizhou to serve as Great Wall guards.

Or they may be used as nourishment by evil cultivators who may come at any time, and become a piece of meat in the mouths of scavenging monsters.

These are still mortals who have settled in villages slightly closer to the Immortal Sect and the county capital.

For those Natlan mortals whose ancestors lived in remote areas and were treated like livestock by the evil sect to receive life tax on a regular basis, they were already completely numb and chose to muddle along.

They want to hate something but don't know what to hate.

Until not long ago, a nursery rhyme written by an unknown person came to their ears.

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In the center of Natland's imperial capital, there is a luxurious palace made of splendid materials and covering an area comparable to that of the center of Oran Huanyang.

Countless Imperial Guards wearing golden armor, composed of extreme elites trained by the royal family, armed with neat sharp spears, patrolled the maze-like palace area tightly.

In the tallest and most magnificent hall of the imperial palace, sitting on the dragon chair representing the Nine Tripod Supreme, was a slender young man wrapped in a wide yellow robe.

The Natlan people hate foreigners extremely, so there is no dragon pattern on the yellow robe, but nine dark golden clouds.

He has long black hair, fair skin, and a childish and delicate face.

But he should be at an age full of vitality, but he was like an old man, staring at the memorial on the fragrant wood table, suppressing a deep sadness and sadness that was completely different from his age.

The precious sea beast oil lamp placed on the pillar inside the palace, although it emits a bright and warm white light, makes it increasingly lonely and helpless...

And despair.

He had just turned eighteen and was the nominal "supreme" emperor of the Natlan Empire.

Two years ago, the eldest brother's curse broke out and died. The second brother and the third sister went to Oran and their lives and deaths were unknown, so he was forcibly put on the throne.

But it wasn't until he became emperor that he realized what a mess his motherland, Natland, was now.

Fallen immortal sect, strange agricultural disasters, approaching beast tide, alien soldiers...

In addition to these obvious threats, what troubled the young emperor even more was the lack of supervision. In the past few years, bandit rebellions caused by excessive exploitation by local powerful people have occurred in various states.

These rebellions are getting more and more violent, and even extreme people have joined them. It is necessary to hire local sects to also send out extreme people to suppress them.

One incident after another is like weaving into a big web, pulling this long-standing empire into the abyss.

"Report to my emperor, the Great Imperial Master asks for an audience."

Just as he was writing on the table to approve another memorial sent from Xizhou about the successful suppression of bandits, the eunuch's high-pitched voice sounded from outside the palace.

"allow."

The young emperor cleared his throat, put down the brush in his hand, and made as steady a sound as possible.

Soon, a black-haired middle-aged man wearing a purple-gold robe, with a kind smile on his face and shaking a feather fan in his hand walked in from outside the hall.

Wu Pengcang, the contemporary Natlan Grand Master and the contemporary head of the Imperial Yantian Division.

"See my emperor."

When he came in front of the emperor, the great master did not kneel down or even bow his head.

As if inspecting his own property, he stared at the young emperor sitting on the throne with his deep eyes, shaking the fan in his hand and calling with a chuckle.

This frivolous gesture made the young emperor show a trace of hatred and anger in his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

"What important matter does the Great Imperial Master have? You don't want to send someone to send a message, but you need to report to me in person?"

"Hahaha, it's only been two short years, have you grown up to the point where you don't change your face when you see me?"

Wu Pengcang did not answer directly, but the smile on his face became even wider:

"I remember when I found you in Nanzhou, you were so frightened that you cried..."

"Grand Imperial Master, if you have any questions, just tell me. There is no need to bring up these past events."

Wu Pengcang, who originally wanted to continue saying something, was interrupted by the emperor's unceremonious coldness.

And this caused a flash of displeasure in the eyes of the great national master who was supposed to assist the emperor.

The next second, Wu Pengcang waved the feather fan in his hand, and the invisible soundproof field constructed by extreme power enveloped him and the emperor.

The kind smile on Wu Pengcang's face just now also took off its disguise at this moment and turned into viciousness and indifference:

"You're just a helpless female. If you weren't the only 'royal family' in Natland, do you really think you could sit in this chair and talk to me in such a tone?"

When he mentioned the word "royal family", Wu Pengcang's tone increased, as if he had a deep obsession with this word.

The terrifying coercion exuded from his body made the already fair face of the young emperor sitting on the imperial chair become even paler.

But even so, he... No, she still looked at Wu Pengcang with condescending and hateful eyes, bit her lower lip, used all her strength to resist the pressure, and whispered:

"But, do you dare to kill me now?

"No, you don't dare, you don't even dare to use the art of seizing the heart to erase my will!

"because……"

Before the young emperor, who was disguised as a man, could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wu Pengcang, who became angry and embarrassed:

"enough!"

Wu Pengcang's low roar was accompanied by pressure, making the emperor spit out a mouthful of blood and cover his chest in pain.

"I'm here to tell you, little emperor, that my secret method of Yantian has deduced that there will be great chaos in the northern state of the empire. You must approve my conscription order tomorrow morning!

"As for Beizhou Prince Tang Changxun, I have long believed that she is too indecisive to be of much use. I will inform you in advance that she will not live long!"

The great master of the Natlan Empire finished speaking in a strong commanding tone, turned around and walked out of the palace:

"Finally, I would like to remind you that I have also read the previous memorial that recorded the treasonous nursery rhyme.

"I have ordered that the memory of everyone in the imperial capital who has seen this nursery rhyme, regardless of mortals or extreme ones, be erased.

"Don't have any inappropriate thoughts. No matter who the source of the nursery rhyme is, Yantiansi will destroy it completely at all costs!"

After speaking fiercely, Wu Pengcang lifted the soundproof area and strode out of the palace hall without looking back.

Only Emperor Natlan was left lying on the wooden table, breathing heavily because the extreme pressure was lifted. He stared at Wu Pengcang's back as he disappeared from sight with extremely angry eyes.

Two lines of tears, whether of sadness or despair, slipped uncontrollably from her cheeks and dripped on the piles of memorials.

"Natland...Natland..."

Finally, amid the choking sounds of the young emperor, the sunset outside the palace finally slowly set.