Blood Princess and the Knight

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Exquisite carvings appear on the steep and uneven rock walls, and the red scales are cast into tall statues that stand between heaven and earth.

The crowned emperor holds the end of his sword with both hands, and his hair and beard that extend to his shoulders seem to be dancing in the wind. The statue is lifelike, recreating the solemnity and solemnity of thousands of years ago.

On both sides stood majestic armored elite stone sculptures, as if silently watching the intruders.

While sighing at the ingenious craftsmanship of the ancients, I also lamented the loss of inheritance and the craftsmanship erased by time.

"It's a completely impossible project. This emperor must have been the most respected person on this continent during his lifetime." The knight said with wide eyes.

"Saint Luo Fifteenth, one of the greatest emperors of ancient mankind, personally led an army to the mainland, led the mainland coalition forces to defeat the Blood Spirit Empire and expelled it from the mainland, and was the ancestor of the modern blood clan." Wood Falcon casually said this The knight answered his doubts with a touch of pride and awe in his words.

"Although this place is just a place of honor, it is a pity that the emperor, whose reputation is known throughout the continent for his achievements in the Qianqiu period, was assassinated and the throne was succeeded by his younger brother. If this wise emperor is still alive, how can the catastrophe bring peace to the empire?

The knights couldn't help but feel a little more regretful in their eyes.

"Your Excellency, the structure of the formation eye is completed, and the magic power is ready. I wonder if Your Majesty is mentally prepared." The white-robed priest said very evasively, and his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the silent girl behind him.

"It's faster than I thought. Now that everything is ready, it won't be too late. I think Your Majesty can't wait any longer." Wood Falcon respectfully bowed to the girl as a monarch.

"I obey Lord Shinra's order. My dear wife, you are one step closer to officially boarding the plane. The process may be a little uncomfortable. Please uphold your mission and righteousness and guide the way forward for your people.

Ji Yue walked forward in silence and had no intention of talking to Wood Falcon.

Next to the throne overlooking all living things, there is a giant golden nanmu coffin. The hexagonal platform has holes carved into each corner, and white jade-like fluorite is inserted into it.

At Wood Falcon's signal, the white-robed priest understood and waved his hand.

The knight held the rope and dragged the children, who were tied like grasshoppers, onto the altar.

They are all young and homeless girls. Most of their delicate and white faces have some red marks, and their cheeks are still stained with undried tears. They should be full of youth, but their faces are ashen and as pale as the age of youth. Like a stiff corpse. Orphans without identity or place of origin will not attract anyone's attention when they disappear. From the moment they are born, they have been abandoned by the world.

"This is the last batch of "goods." The welfare home has said that there will be no next transaction unless the price we offer is high enough for them to be willing to take the risk."

"After talking for a long time, it's still about the few taels of copper." Wood Falcon looked indifferent, as if he was just discussing the price of a few lifeless goods.

or pull snacks

"If you have nǎi, you are a mother. Tell them that the price is not a problem, but you have to do things well after taking the money. Are we all on the same rope now? - Rong Jurong, the tail is not wiped clean. We are unlucky and they are also Don't try to please.

"Yes, I will tell you the truth." The white-robed priest bowed respectfully. He understood that the time had come and did not dare to hesitate.

"The time has come, and the curse-breaking ceremony has officially begun. I send you off to our emperor, Saint Luo Yue." Wood Falcon made a decisive decision and knelt down on one knee. All the armed knights present followed him and put their weapons on the ground. The beautiful figure stood on the tall red eagle throne, knelt down and bowed her head devoutly.

"The ancient ancestor god, Cypriel, the emperor of holiness and arbitration, the ancestors are above us, with blood as the link, the inheritance is immortal, the soul is immortal, and the blood of the barbarians is offered. May you light the candle for the descendants.

"Boom!" The six fluorite placed in the eyes of the six-sided formation burned with golden flames, and the mysterious power seemed to be here.

Looking back at the bowed knights and priests, Wood Falcon's eyes flashed with a hint of contempt and teasing.

The outline of the burning fire structure, and the burning fluorite in the holes gradually floated into the air, surrounding the gem-encrusted throne.

"Everything is ready, Your Majesty, please come." Wood Falcon stepped onto the platform and said respectfully.

On formal occasions, Wood Falcon always treats his nominal wife with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister.

"It sounds like I have a choice." Ji Yue smiled and walked up to the throne without disobedience. The smile without warmth hanging on the corner of her mouth seemed to be mocking everything in the world.

"I hope you have some understanding." After giving his blessing, Wood Falcon sat on the seat next to the formation eye.

“Winning or losing is decided one by one, I leave it to you.

"yes!

The transparent golden curtain fell, covering the imperial stage, and the background of the throne was covered with a layer of lonely dusk.

The scene remained unchanged, the only thing that changed was the pattern carved on the red scale wall.

If there were no reference points, people would not doubt that they were going around in the same place.

Ji Bai lowered the sound of his footsteps as much as possible, as if he was subconsciously trying to prevent himself from disturbing something.

Ahead, there is still no end to be seen, hemp-like clay sculptures and stone sculptures.

Does this imperial mausoleum exist without end? How big is it?

He suddenly felt stupid for actually being afraid of a group of lifeless clay sculptures, even if the stone carver had the right skills.

The essence of these things is nothing more than a pile of rocks and mud. I am afraid of this kind of thing. Is it because the passage of time has taken away my courage?

Ji Bai took a step forward and ran as fast as he could. The sound of his armor shaking was like thunder in this quiet enclosed space, and the echo was delayed for several seconds before it could return.

With the pace of progress, the scene remains unchanged, but the murals are constantly changing, as if recording the rise and fall of the entire race.

The armor of his boots splashed dust on the ground, and the man in armor returned to his usual indifference and dullness.

He didn't know how long he had been running wildly. He just panted and slowed down again and again, and continued to stretch his long legs after his physical strength recovered.

I can't remember exactly how many times it was cycled, maybe only five or six times, or maybe fifty or sixty times.

The mausoleum that has never seen its end finally looks better.

From a long distance away, Ji Bai's eyes reached the khaki color that was completely different from red.

Probably, it's over.

It seems to be very close at hand, but it takes several cycles to get a little closer. By the time it arrives, it is no longer how much time has been wasted.

How long has it been since you felt the feeling of running freely? I can’t remember clearly. Probably from the moment I became a vampire, the human body also underwent some degree of change.

Adjusting his breathing, he walked towards the stone seat not far away with his limbs that were stiff due to overwork.

What surprised Ji Bai was not this ordinary seat, but the earth wall against which the seat rested.

An ordinary loess wall without any traces of engraving?

Is this what countless clay sculpture guards have been guarding for thousands of years?

The appearance of a loess wall without traces of carvings in this imperial mausoleum would be too inconsistent. The loess is something that can only be stepped on, and it is also used to bury the dead. In the Quran culture, it mostly represents the end of lowliness.

The emperors longed for endless power, hoping that after their death they would be able to enjoy and dominate in such huge tombs and live forever, because there was no such thing as loess walls symbolizing lowliness and end in the imperial mausoleums, unless , this is a fake grave.

Ji Bai recalled that it seemed that apart from the huge construction project, there were almost no burial objects in this huge underground imperial mausoleum. At some council tables along the way, only a few old earthen cups and ceramic cups could be seen. It's still the kind of extremely rough workmanship.

Is this really just a fake tomb?

Ji Bai looked around.

Even a tomb can have such a scale, and the level of luxury is beyond my imagination.

Each of these ancient emperors were tyrants who did not care about human life. It may not be accurate to say that, but in their eyes, human life and wealth may really be just a number.

By building the tomb so realistically, do you want to tire out the tomb robbers?

After walking around for a few times and finding nothing, he decided that he needed to consider the long term or go back first."

Ji Bai suddenly fell silent. He suddenly thought of a very philosophical question, which included the cycle of the universe, the endless reproduction of the biosphere, and even the issue of endangering his own life.

How should I go back? How to go back? Go back?

Sorry, I didn’t think about this problem when I came in - so I can’t go back? ?

Then why do you stay here, stare at this circle of clay sculpture guys, and then call a few more people to play a few rounds of Gwent to discuss the philosophy of life?

I have never studied space spells, and I have never heard of the curse of distorting space. It is a foolish dream to go back with my own abilities.

"Click." The crisp sound was particularly harsh at this moment. Ji Bai lowered his head and picked up a red hairpin with cracks.

Someone has been here before, and not long ago.

Ji Bai narrowed his eyes.

Did they leave r or trigger some mechanism and shift their spatial location?

Ji Bai turned his attention to the suspicious-looking seat in the empty Huang Shiping.

It's just an ordinary stone carving chair, nothing special about it, right?

Ji Bai knocked around and couldn't find any place that could trigger the mechanism, but he found a piece of Gulan text on the armrest.

"Your eyes are high.

Your eyes, can you support them?

Ji Bai looked at the empty throne and thought for a moment, then he sat down directly on it, looked at the top, and directed his sharp mountain ax downwards.

"Bang!" Tianhui was automatically triggered and blocked this fatal attack. Half of Ji Bai's cheeks, which rolled away in time, were numb from the shock, and the throne was cut in half by the wind carried downwards.

It turned out to be a trap, I fell into it

The attack failed, and the soldier wearing heavy plate armor tilted his head, as if recalibrating the attack.

Did he trigger some mechanism while sitting on the throne?

Acting faster than thinking, a flash of silver unsheathed and shone, the blade of the sword was continuously woven into a deadly net, and the sword was accurately aimed at every vulnerable part of the black-armored soldier's body.

The overwhelming attack was neutralized by the black-armored soldier, who raised his ax and halberd, and his muscles reacted as quickly as a battle-experienced veteran.

"Who are you? Are you a human or a demon?"

"￥￥↓ (The Guards are here, the thieves are here to take their lives)" The stiff words seemed to come out through a rotten throat, unlike the sounds that normal creatures could make.

Since the other party was unable to communicate normally, Ji Bai would naturally not be merciful to him.

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The collision between the sword and the ax blade sparked sparks in the spacious imperial tomb.

The black-armored soldiers roared into the wind, and the whole earth seemed to be shaking with every step they took.

Trembling, with the force of destruction, the crushing wind comes.

The old standard armor is bonded together with rotten flesh and blood. The owner of the armor can only use instinct to drive the long ax to kill the enemy.

Ji Bai could even sensitively smell a certain preservative smell and strong magic power escaping from the other party's body.

It is obvious that what drives him is no longer the flesh and blood of living things, but spell energy, magic power and the like.

The other party is already a corpse that has been dead for thousands of years, and its soul has long since returned to nothingness.

Is this the third-level Gulan people?

The physique and appearance are similar to humans, but they are truly a third-level species.

"shdasnsr!"

The ax blade was burned red, and high-concentration molten lava splashed out with every move the ax blade was swung. The terrifying high temperature gradually melted the surrounding earth walls.

Magic spells, language and the power generated by bloodline resonance are indispensable. The biggest difference between high-level and low-level species is that they have completely different understandings of power. Bloodline prevents humans from learning magic spells above [Destruction Level].

Because the human race has no divine bloodline at all, and cannot awaken its own bloodline with words, it is not only due to insufficient reserves of mantra energy.

To put it simply, the bloodline is too low to use high-level magic spells, let alone race-specific magic spells.

Feeling the mixed heat of this magic energy, Ji Bai didn't dare to believe that the Silver Throne could withstand it, nor did he dare to make this bet with his own sword.

The huge long ax was as light as nothing in his hand, but the strong wind blowing made people dare not doubt its weight.

[Crimson Memorial]

Compared with magic spells, Ji Bai used pure swordsmanship.

An old demon man who once gave Ji Bai some guidance once said: The most pure swordsmanship can transcend the limitations of the class, but no one can do it, including himself.

Classes are an iron law set by the Creator. The so-called ultimate swordsmanship is just a contemptible term in the eyes of many people, but

-A hypothesis that no one has succeeded in.

Ji Bai didn't believe it before, but now he firmly believes it. He has seen a successful example with his own eyes - a famous warrior of the Gulan tribe who defeated the fifth-level species.

"Dang, Dang!" The ax blades were like dizzying phantoms, easily blocking all of Ji Bai's escape routes, penetrating heavily into [Tian Hui's] chest armor, causing sparks to burst out.

"￥vt(Win is too weak)" The long ax was embedded into Xiōng's armor, and Ji Bai was slammed against the fragile loess wall.

The loess splashed and shattered, and the loess took off its disguise and revealed its true face.