The horse galloped under the moonlight, passing by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and stopped at the steps of the palace.
Pei Zheng got off his horse and casually pulled out a sword from the corpse next to him. He held it in his hand. The blood on the sword was thick and sticky, and it dripped down the sword onto the ground.
The palace was brightly lit, as bright as day, the door was wide open, and there was no one inside.
Pei Zheng walked up the stairs, blood was flowing down, and his black and gold boots stepped on them, leaving bloody footprints with every step.
When I stood outside the palace gate, I saw that there was someone inside the hall, but all the ministers were lying on the ground, bleeding and not breathing.
There was a person sitting above the main seat, looking down at the surroundings from a high position. When he saw the people outside the palace gate, he suddenly smiled.
"Master Pei, why did you come just now? Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a pity that I didn't get to see your colleagues for the last time."
Amul made a regretful expression and shook his head repeatedly.
"Where are the people?" Pei Zheng spat out only two words coldly, his eyebrows and eyes as sharp as knives.
Amu Le was puzzled. "Who are they? There are so many people lying here. Sir Pei, why don't you look for them yourself?"
A sword light suddenly attacked Amul, he dodged it with a quick move, and the golden carved dragon throne shook violently twice.
"It was just a joke, why is Master Pei so angry?"
Amul clapped his hands, and a commotion was heard from the steps outside the palace gate.
"The person you're looking for is outside."
Pei Zheng turned around with sword in hand.
In the huge open space in front of the palace, there was a pile of firewood placed in a circle, and tied to a wooden pillar in the circle was the new emperor Qi Changfeng.
Qi Changfeng's hair was disheveled, and his dragon robe was cut in several places, bleeding profusely. He was tied to a high ignition platform, facing the night wind, looking at Pei Zheng, then shook his head.
Pei Zheng pretended not to see it.
He glanced around and saw that the open space was filled with barbarian soldiers, all wearing black armor, and all of their weapons were pointed at him.
The sword in his hand just turned slightly, and a large number of barbarian soldiers rushed up from all directions and surrounded him tightly.
Pei Zheng gripped the hilt of the sword and took a deep breath. All the internal strength in his body was mobilized, forming a considerable low pressure around him.
The wind came from nowhere and lingered around Pei Zheng. A strong sense of oppression and impending storm spread from the black robe.
There are thousands of troops on the other side, but there are only ＿ people＿ on this side.
"ah!"
I don’t know which soldier roared first, then stepped forward with his sword.
Pei Zheng didn't even blink, he raised his sword into the air and stabbed it backwards, directly piercing the soldier's throat.
He stretched out his hands, concentrated his mind, and lifted them upwards. Dozens of cold swords that were originally stuck on the corpse suddenly flew up and hung in the air, flashing cold light under the moonlight.
Not only were the numerous barbarian soldiers surprised, even Amul was staring at Pei Zheng's back in silence.
As the barbarian soldiers attacked together, those swords seemed to have souls, rapidly shuttling through the night, piercing through the bodies of several people in succession, and then being pulled out violently, letting blood splatter everywhere.
Dozens of swords formed a small encirclement and a fierce battle was going on.
Pei Zheng also held one in his hand, and the sword cut every soldier's throat sharply and accurately.
He exuded a murderous anger, as if he could tear to pieces anyone and anything that came close to him. He used all his internal strength without any regard for the consequences, not caring whether it would hurt himself or not.
It was as if a bloody rain was falling outside the palace, soaking the jade steps.
Pei Zheng fought from outside the palace gate to the bottom of the stairs, and then penetrated deep into the enemy's ranks.
Gradually, his eyes turned blood red, and his neatly tied hair became disheveled. He looked like a demon from hell, full of evil and murderous intent.
Suddenly, a sharp pain came from the back of the shoulder, where a long bloody cut was left.
Pei Zheng paused slightly, looked back at the soldier who had injured him, and swung the sword in his hand towards the soldier's face.
Afterwards, more and more wounds appeared on his body, but with each additional wound, his eyes would become darker and redder, and his killing madness would rise.
It seemed like they had returned to the Dark Guard Camp, with killing, bloodshed, and endless swinging of swords. Only by killing all the people on the opposite side could they have a chance of surviving.
The difference is that there was no one else behind Pei Zheng at the beginning, only a broken himself.
But now, he has a lot of people on his shoulders.
From the caravan that died in the desert to protect him and the little man, to the soldiers guarding the twelve cities on the border, from the entire foreign tribe drowned in a sea of blood, to the Anli City engulfed in flames, from Zhao Litang, Shen Huan, to the little archer who blocked the arrow for him tonight, and the officials who fell in the palace now.
At this moment, he put all the lives of the people on his shoulders. This weight made it hard for him to breathe. He could only keep killing, killing, and killing.
I don’t know how long it lasted, but finally everything calmed down.
Pei Zheng stood right below the ignition platform. The swords had already fallen down, and were covered with uneven scratches.
Outside the entire palace, there were corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowing like a river.
The entire barbarian tribe's elite troops all died under Pei Zheng's sword.
Amul was still standing on the palace, and he never gave the order to light the fire. Perhaps, he had no intention of giving the order at all. After his confidant hurriedly came to say something to him, Amul took a deep look at the huge palace, and then followed his confidant and went straight out of the palace.
Outside the palace, for unknown reasons, all the barbarian soldiers suddenly began to retreat. Unlike their massive invasion, they retreated quietly, stepping over a group of corpses, and then retreated out of the city gate.
Pei Zheng stepped forward, raised his sword and cut the ropes that bound Qi Changfeng. Qi Changfeng's body fell limply. He was not killed, but was knocked unconscious by the barbarian soldiers and had not yet woken up.
Pei Zheng slowly closed his eyes and wanted to get down from the ignition platform, but he suddenly lost his balance and almost fell down.
Suddenly, he felt pain in his chest, and looked down at the dim moonlight. He found that a bloody hole had appeared on his chest without him noticing, and blood was still flowing out.
It seemed that the blood had been flowing since just now, because the entire left half of his robe was soaked with blood.
Pei Zheng pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile. He could feel that all the internal energy in his body had dissipated and his strength was being drained away bit by bit.
In this palace illuminated by the bright moonlight, there was only him at the moment, and the empty, numb silence was everywhere.
Finally, they are all dead
Finally, killed them all.
Finally, he was the only one left in the city.
Suddenly, Pei Zheng's breath felt hot and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood fountain on his chest seemed to be about to run dry.
If the blood really dried up, it would mean he was going to die.
If it were in the past, Pei Zheng was not afraid of death. He was not afraid of anything, which was why he could live so recklessly.
But now, he doesn't want to die and is reluctant to die.
The scene in front of him gradually became blurred. Pei Zheng looked at the palace gate in the distance and felt that there seemed to be a bright light at the gate, running towards him.
The light is getting closer and closer
No, I can't hold on any longer. I don't even have the strength to stand.
There was a "bang" sound, which was the sound of the sword falling to the ground, and then Pei Zheng's body also knelt forward.
At the same time, the ball of light finally ran up to him, threw itself into his arms, hugged his body that was leaning forward, and slowly knelt down with him.
The head seemed to be resting on something soft and warm, and there was a faint sweet smell.
A trembling voice called out to my ear.
"Brother Pei"
Oh, that was not a ball of light, it was his little man riding a horse towards him.
But, didn't we send him out of the city? How come he came back again
"Brother Pei, please don't sleep, okay? Open your eyes and look at me, okay?"
With a trembling and pleading voice, Qi Changyi tried his best to support Pei Zheng's body and prevent him from falling to the cold ground, but why was his breathing buried in his neck becoming weaker and weaker
"Darling"
"Brother Pei, please stop talking. You are bleeding. There is so much blood. Can I clean it up for you first?"
The corners of Qi Changyi's eyes were red, and he hurriedly used his little hands to plug the bloody hole on Pei Zheng's chest. He did not cry or shed tears, because he knew that Brother Pei did not want to see him cry.
But the bleeding could not be stopped. Besides the chest, other places were also bleeding, shoulders, waist, arms, back of hands.
"I'll clean it for you, it'll be fine."
The tears in Qi Changyi's eyes accumulated more and more, like a flood that broke through the dam, and fell into his robe drop by drop.
Pei Zheng took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and blocked the little guy's eyes. He said softly, "Darling, don't be afraid and don't look at me.
Don’t watch it anymore.”
The pair of eyes under the palm of the hand closed obediently, but tears still kept flowing out of the eye sockets.
"Are your hands dirty? Come here, let me wipe them for you."
Pei Zheng held the little hand on his chest and rubbed the blood on it with the back of his hand. However, there was even more blood on the back of his hand and he couldn't wipe it clean no matter what.
Qi Changyi couldn't help crying out loud, hugged Pei Zheng tightly, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
He had a feeling that he was about to lose Brother Pei.