Thick clouds rotate slowly in the sky, and the clouds in the sky for tens of thousands of miles are rotating.
In the middle of the rotating clouds, a hole about a mile in diameter loomed, and countless streaks of blood-colored lightning surged and raged in the cloud hole, and there was a faint dull sound of thunder. A huge, sinister, and negative wave of energy spread from the cloud cave, dyeing the surrounding clouds a faint blood color.
The cloud cave is facing a bloody tower below. The tall tower towering into the clouds is filled with rich blood light, and a bloody vertical eye on the top of the tower is shining brightly. From time to time, blood-colored lightning shoots down from the cloud cave and hits the blood-colored vertical eyes hard. The entire tower emits a dazzling blood light and makes a loud buzzing sound at the same time.
'Hu, ha~hu, ha~'!
Battalions of human slaves with their upper bodies exposed and heavy iron bars on their shoulders. Teams of a hundred carried huge metal boxes and climbed up step by step from the ground along the spiraling stairs around the tower. Slowly walk to the top of the tower.
Along the way stood countless Jia warriors wearing heavy armor. They were holding heavy leather whips. If they saw any human slave moving a little slower, they would immediately hit them hard with the whip.
The leather whip covered with barbs hit the body, and even the belt and flesh were torn off a large piece at every turn, often exposing the bones under the skin. These injured human slaves took a deep breath, and the wounds on their bodies squirmed and healed quickly, and the torn flesh and blood quickly grew out.
Those Jia warriors just laughed "haha" and threw the large pieces of flesh rolled back by the whip to the ferocious war beasts squatting next to them to eat. These war beasts ate too much fresh human flesh and blood, and their eyes turned red.
The human slaves shouted slogans and strode up the steps step by step. They were sweating profusely, and their spines were bent under the weight of the heavy boxes. Their eyes were blank and blank, and no energy could be seen. god.
They climbed up step by step, the iron poles on their shoulders and the wrapped iron chains rubbing against each other, making sharp friction sounds from time to time.
On the top of the tower, under the huge bloody vertical eye, metal boxes with a length, width and height of about a hundred feet were neatly stacked, stacked like a mountain.
When there were a thousand metal boxes piled up, the human slaves would tightly connect the chains wrapped around these metal boxes to string the boxes into a whole.
An old man from the Yu tribe raised his head, holding a long staff and shouted a spell in a low voice.
The blood-red lightning in the cloud cave became more and more dense. Accompanied by the deafening sound of gold and iron colliding, not long after, a giant chain with a thickness of a hundred feet slowly hung down from the cloud cave. The human slaves swarmed forward and hung the huge hooks in front of the giant chains on the chains of the metal boxes. Then they jumped off and hid far away.
With a 'buzz' sound, the bloody lightning in the cloud cave exploded into pieces, dyeing half of the sky red.
The huge chains tightened and slowly contracted upwards. A thousand huge metal boxes were pulled up and slowly rose into the cloud cave.
'Clang Clang' There was a loud sound, and the mountain-like metal box slowly sank into the cloud cave, and was quickly engulfed by bloody thunder and lightning, and then disappeared without a trace.
Below the tower, a bloody palace was suspended in mid-air.
Emperor Shiyan stood on the outer corridor of the palace, clasping his hands behind his back and looking coldly at the metal box submerged in the cloud cave. He suddenly sneered: "Greedy bastards! O supreme blood moon, bless them all to die in the belly of a woman." superior!"
Compared with ordinary Yu clan nobles, Emperor Shi Yanluo was taller and burlier, even comparable to those powerful Jia clan warriors. The aura on his body was particularly cold and sharp, and his long blood-colored hair moved without any wind, constantly emitting a sharp chill that would freeze a person's soul.
Nearly a hundred nobles of the Yu clan stood far away at the end of the corridor, all looking at their toes with low eyebrows. No one dared to raise their head to look at Emperor Shi Yama. In just the past two days, seven or eight unlucky people have been torn to pieces by Yama, Emperor Shiyan, for random excuses. They don't want to touch this brow.
As for the curse of Emperor Yama, just listen to it!
And like Yama, they also hate those greedy guys! I really hope they all die on a woman’s belly! For those guys, they can only curse like this, because it seems impossible for them to die in other ways.
The human slaves worked hard to climb to the top of the tower carrying huge metal boxes. In the square below the tower, countless such huge metal boxes were waiting for the transportation of human slaves.
A large group of Xiu tribe members held account books and stepped on the flying discs to count the quantity of goods in the metal boxes. The lids of many metal boxes were open, revealing mountains of witch crystals, large pieces of fine gold and jade, and various refined and pure metal ingots.
Some metal boxes also contained transparent cold jade coffins.
Countless beautiful human girls lay quietly in these cold jade coffins, falling into a deep sleep due to the cold air. At first glance, it looked like there were at least tens of thousands of coffins like this stacked in metal boxes.
"Sooner or later, they will die on a woman's belly!" Emperor Shi Yanluo laughed ferociously, flicked his sleeves, turned around, walked through the verandah, and walked into the hall at the back.
Nearly a hundred nobles of the Yu clan hurriedly followed Emperor Shi Yanluo and walked into the hall without making a sound.
In the main hall, which is dozens of miles long and wide, a large river with a width of thousands of feet is dug under the four walls. The bloody river is filled with lotus flowers. Blood lotus leaves, blood flowers, and even the flower stems are all blood.
These bloody lotuses moved without any wind, and the air was filled with their strong smell of blood.
Emperor Sakyamuni stood on the long bridge behind the main entrance of the hall, looking coldly at the high chair placed in the middle of the hall.
This was the throne that he and his men fought with Emperor Shun in the void a few days ago, and was suddenly cut off by an unknown person with a sword. With the strength of his Emperor Shi Yanluo, he didn't even see where the sword light came from, let alone who was behind it.
"A bunch of trash!" Emperor Shi Yanluo looked at the throne that was split into two pieces, and suddenly roared at the top of his lungs. He turned around and roared towards the nobles of the Yu clan behind him: "A small Akasaka Mountain, you are all here!" It can’t be captured! Do you want me to take action personally? Do you want me to attack Akasaka Mountain personally?"
The nobles of the Yu clan lowered their heads, and no one dared to speak.
Some people are murmuring in their hearts - You took action yourself, but what was the result? Didn't he get frightened by someone's sword and run away
Emperor Sakyamuni cursed and roared wildly at a group of subordinates, but suddenly he stopped roaring.
In a blood lotus beside him, a ray of white light rushed up, and a white lotus slowly bloomed on the white light.
(End of chapter)