Outside the manor that was attacked, a sedan chair made of gold and extremely exaggerated and gorgeous, like a hill, slowly walked towards the manor.
A total of 18,000 Jia tribe warriors were on all fours like animals, carrying huge sedan chariots on their backs and marching forward step by step. Their mouths and eyes were sewn shut with gold threads, making them unable to speak or see. They were like walking zombies, slowly crawling forward driven by some invisible force.
Yu Huo was sitting on the top of the huge sedan chair, surrounded by a circle of pretty girls from the Yu tribe kneeling. His left hand was leaning on the cushions, and his right hand was holding a huge wine glass. He gently shook the wine glass with his five fingers, and occasionally lowered his head to take a sip of the delicious aroma. of drinks.
The corners of Di Shisha's mouth were raised high, with an exaggerated smile on his face, and he still stood aside with a ninety-degree deep bow. In addition to Emperor Shisha, there were dozens of other heads of major families in Liangzhu City, wearing stiff smiles like wood carvings, bending deeply and standing on the sedan chair.
Countless soldiers wearing heavy armor quietly crossed the sedan chair and quickly approached the direction of the manor. They held strong bows and fired at the manor while marching from a distance. The specially-made armor-piercing arrows cut through the air with dazzling rune flashes. Countless arrows turned into a black rain curtain that overwhelmingly enveloped the area in front of them. It's just a small manor five or six miles away.
There are also large groups of Yu clan nobles suspended in the air. There is no look in their three eyes, only the terrifying fluctuations of mana are surging. They chanted incantations in a low voice, loudly called out the title of the Three Rises and Septembers they enshrined, and continuously poured out powerful spells into the manor.
Fire and blood enveloped the entire manor. Large groups of dark servants and spirit slaves acting as cannon fodder had broken through the manor's walls and broke into the manor with screams and hisses.
The guards in the manor were desperately fighting back. Countless dark tribe soldiers and spirit slaves who broke into the manor were knocked down like leeks one after another. The ground was dyed red with blood, and their broken limbs were scattered all over the ground. Many black rose roots that were not affected by the flames emerged from the ground, sweeping around like strange pythons, swallowing up countless flesh and blood.
As a large amount of flesh and blood was devoured, large tracts of black roses burned to ashes by the fire were reborn. Countless flower branches twisted and grew toward the sky, and even larger black roses bloomed in the fire.
Nourished by the flesh and blood of countless servants and slaves, these black roses underwent horrific mutations. The rose trees that were originally no taller than a person's neck grew like weeds. In just one cup of tea, several of the tallest roses grew. The flowers and trees grew to a height of a hundred feet, and the underground rhizomes stretched out from the ground like giant dragons and flapped around.
The raging rose tree rhizomes frantically swept away the intruders approaching the manor, and the dark tribe servants and spirit slaves who acted as the vanguard were killed in large swaths. Along with the shrill howl, an invisible vortex of souls quietly appeared in the void, and the souls of all the war dead were swallowed up by this vortex.
Yu Huo leaned against the sedan chair, his body trembling slightly and his face turning red. He opened his eyebrows and opened his eyes, and wisps of strange and frightening cold light quietly emerged. Wisps of extremely fine traces continued to condense and flicker in the cold light. The aura exuded by Yu Huo became more and more grand and profound.
More and more soldiers fell into a state of madness. Accompanied by the low sound of war horns, groups of elite Jia warriors rushed into the manor. Like crazy beasts, they chopped the recalcitrant manor guards into pieces. , hysterically turning the floor of the manor upside down, and soon they found the secret passage leading to the underground hall.
They broke into the secret passage and rushed into the dangerous underground.
Stationed in the underground corridor are the twelve most trusted and powerful close guards of the ruling emperor, and there are also many masters with identities comparable to Yemo Shayi. The soldiers of the brigade crowded into the corridor and saw a large amount of blood spraying out from the entrance of the corridor, and countless broken limbs and broken arms sprayed hundreds of feet high like a volcanic eruption.
Anyone who breaks into the corridor will be killed without exception. More souls rose into the sky, crying and being swallowed by the invisible whirlpool of souls.
Yu Huo's face turned red, and more and more powerful soul power was injected into his body. This body that came from Yemotian and was slightly strengthened by him had reached the limit of transformation and absorption.
Out of the unforgettable greed in his nature, Yu Huo ignored the pressure on his body and continued to devour a steady stream of soul power almost madly.
A shimmering black light grew out of Yu Huo's body, like countless long black hairs floating on the surface of his body. These black lights were the soul power that his body could not absorb for a while, and it was transformed into this strange form by Yu Huo and stored outside his body.
From bone marrow to bones, from viscera to muscles, from hair to skin, Yu Huo's body was continuously strengthened by the soul power. His aura became deeper and deeper, more and more evil, and his strength also became stronger. It soared quickly and soon reached a state comparable to the human wizard god.
In the underground hall, the twelve ruling emperors first looked at each other with suspicious eyes, and then they raised their hands one after another and swore with the souls of their ancestors that the sudden attack outside had nothing to do with them.
Soon they reached a tacit understanding and recognized everyone's oath - no ruling emperor would be stupid enough to launch such an attack when he was also present. Given the nature of the Yu clan nobles, if they wanted to have any conspiracy, first of all The first thing is to stay far away from the scene.
"Who is it?" Yemo Chanye screamed angrily: "Who is it? It's our people who launched the attack! It's our tribe! Who is it?"
With a few "dong dong" sounds, the door of the palace was knocked open, and three or five heads rolling on the ground rolled in along the steps outside the door. Looking at those huge and ferocious heads, the four eyes were wide open, and there was a faint glint in the eyes. They were clearly the most elite warriors of the Jia clan.
"These are the commanders of my Red Sun lineage... the Red Sun Forbidden Army!" Biyani jumped up as if he had seen a ghost, pointed at the heads on the ground and shouted loudly: "Why did they come to attack us? Are they rebelling? ?Who are they? Damn it, are they my restless brothers? I should have killed them long ago while taking advantage of the chaos!"
"Danglanglang" sounded several times, and a young man from the Yu tribe fell into the door tightly holding a staff. His eyes widened, and blood quickly flowed out of his mutilated body. Mohou Huan of Yuanyue's lineage shouted in a hissing voice: "Mohou Modo... my nephew... him, how could he come here?"
The battle situation became more and more fierce, more and more corpses slipped into the hall along the stairs, and the faces of the twelve ruling emperors gradually became dark and ugly.
They found familiar clan members from these corpses, and the core members of the twelve ruling families all appeared here.
Potuo Yuan, the Xiyue lineage who is most sensitive to the power of souls, said coldly: "Their souls... are all missing. Someone, someone is collecting souls... Not only that, they, they are all controlled."
(End of chapter)