After the immortal disappeared

"In the past four hundred years, Bega himself has not been peaceful, right?"

"Well. War, large and small, have broken out within the vassal states and between vassal states. Conflicts, frictions and contradictions are not included. You see, there were only twelve vassal states at the founding of the country, and at one time there were seventeen in the middle. That means there was a split. There were also annexations. Now, there are twelve again."

"Twelve?" He Lingchuan's heart moved. It was now the seventeenth year of the Panlong Calendar, and there were only twelve demon kings in the Bejia Kingdom. But in his time, more than a hundred years later, there were thirteen, one more.

"With such chaos internally, why hasn't Bejia been disintegrated?" He Lingchuan sighed, "Our mother country, Shiluo, has also been in trouble recently due to the separatist rule by the vassal kings."

Sun Fuling smiled and said: "You have been in chaos for hundreds of years, so you have a lot of experience, right?"

"..." It is also a skill to be chaotic and not dispersed.

"Okay, no kidding. No one can shake the authority of Demon Emperor Bejia. This is very different from other feudal country systems, including ours in Siro." Sun Fuling coughed lightly, "No matter how chaotic Bejia is inside, No matter how the demon king fights for life or death, the demon emperor orders the rest of the people to follow them without fail."

"I remember one hundred and twenty years ago, when the two demon kingdoms of Xuluo and Baixiang were fighting vigorously, the Bejia Kingdom suddenly sent troops to conquer the Yu Kingdom. Xuluo and Baixiang immediately stopped fighting, and each sent 7,000 people to follow the demons. The emperor went out to fight, and Demon King Xura even sent his son. The funniest thing is that these two teams were actually organized together. A month ago, they were fighting jealously, each other suffered casualties, but later they had to fight together. Eat, live and sleep together.”

He Lingchuan couldn't help but said: "That's okay. Is there really nothing wrong?"

"It's out. There have been hundreds of casualties in internal strife in history, but they were all private fights and fights. On the surface, the two teams had to work together to defend against the enemy." Sun Fuling said leisurely, "After that war, the Demon Emperor The squadron returned to the court, and the demon kings also led their troops back. Xuluo Kingdom and Baixiang Kingdom continued the fight they had not finished last time."

"It's really unbelievable." Generally speaking, when a vassal king becomes powerful or rebellion breaks out, it is mostly because of the weakening of the central royal power, which can be seen as the ebb and flow of power. However, the demon emperor of Bejia firmly grasps the power in his hands and allows the demon kings below to quarrel. He sits firmly on the Diaoyutai and no one can take out the palm of his hand.

"Other countries can't do it. Is it because the Demon Emperor's authority comes from the gods?"

"Of course." Sun Fuling nodded unequivocally, "Although the founding emperor of Bejia was also a genius, he could make a small country bigger and stronger, and control tens of millions of humans with his demon body. But in the end, it is still God has brought together the greatest centripetal force for him. Otherwise, these dozen demon kings under his command are all unruly, how can he be able to use his fingers like an arm?"

In the past two thousand years, monsters have declined, and it is not without reason that they were driven into the mountains and forests by humans. In terms of individual combat power, how can humans be as powerful as monsters?

What they lack is centripetal force.

"That's why Bega respected the gods like that and the whole country worshiped them." What they respected was the foundation of their country.

Of course, it may also be a request from the gods. Otherwise, why would the gods help the Demon Emperor rule Bega? Is it because of good intentions?

"Then other countries can also worship gods. Why can't they become the second Bega?"

"This question has been raised for a long time, but there has never been a definite answer. The fact in the world is that no matter whether it is a person or a country that worships God, there seems to be a hope of victory in the process, but in the end almost all of them have no good ending, except for Bega." Sun Fuling whispered softly, "I personally guess that the problem probably lies with the gods. They are probably not a whole, and we know nothing about their organization and communication methods."

"Just like the hypothesis you mentioned before, the formation of the Imperial Ooze is related to the death of gods." She smiled softly, "I think they are not monolithic inside."

"So, what does a god get from Bega?"

Hearing this question, Sun Fuling was slightly startled, and gently swayed the wine in the glass: "For two or three thousand years, the presence of gods has been throughout the evolution of the human world. What do they want?"

He Lingchuan thought about it seriously and shook his head: "I don't know."

The gods left the world after the cataclysm of heaven and earth, and logically have no contact with this world anymore. But He Lingchuan could always feel their presence. From Sun Fuping and Hong Xiangqian, all the way to the Bejia Empire he just entered.

The influence of gods is everywhere.

"If we find the answer, maybe it can explain why they want to help the Demon Emperor?"

At this time, the sound of flapping wings was heard in the sky, and a figure fell from the sky and landed on the low wall.

This is also an old acquaintance of He Lingchuan:

sparrow hawk.

"What are you doing here?"

"Have a rest." Sparrowhawk stared straight at the braised beef on the table, "I'm so hungry."

He Lingchuan was annoyed: "There aren't enough magpies in this city for you to eat?"

"I'm tired of eating." I have to pluck my hair every day before eating, which is very tiring. Occasionally, I want to get some fresh food. "I often fly near your house, otherwise the fish in the tank will be gone."

Now it comes to take credit.

Sun Fuling took out a small piece of beef and threw it to it. The sparrowhawk caught it accurately, raised its neck and swallowed it.

I ate it too quickly and didn't taste much. It opened its mouth slightly:

More?

He Lingchuan held up a piece of roast chicken and waved it in front of it: "Tell me first, what are the big events in the city recently?"

"There's not one in the city, but there's one outside the city." Sparrowhawk jumped down and moved towards the roasted chicken step by step.

After the raptor landed, it waddled as it walked, no different from a goose walking down the street.

Sun Fuling saw that it was panting with its mouth open. It was actually very tired, so she gave it a bowl of water: "You have been flying for a long time, drink water first."

Sure enough, the sparrowhawk took a gulp of water and let Sun Fuling stroke its back feathers.

"The king of Xifeng Kingdom passed away three days ago. I just came back from Xifeng Kingdom and have reported the news to Commander Zhong."

"Xifang Country?" He Lingchuan frowned, "Isn't it the country blocked at the east end of Panlong Wasteland?"

"Yes." Sun Fuling responded, "Xiluan Kingdom was still the territory of Xiluo ten years ago. However, it was occupied by the Changhou people and they established their own Xiluan Kingdom. The leader of the Changhou people is also the king of Xiluan Kingdom. , but there are some tricks. But it seems that his life is not long enough, and his descendants are not outstanding."

Regardless of whether you are a hero or a tyrant, you must have the life to defend the territory you conquer.

"How can you tell that his descendants are not good?" In fact, as a later generation, He Lingchuan knew the final fate of the Xiluo Kingdom very well.

"There is not peace around the Kingdom of Xi'an, and a major event like the death of a monarch can easily cause turmoil. If his son is smart and alert, he should keep the mourning secret and try to gain time for a quick handover. Now this kind of situation has been investigated immediately, I think The country of Xiqiao is in trouble." Sun Fuling asked Queying, "Who will inherit the throne?"

"The third son Hu Yanzhao."

He Lingchuan asked Sun Fuling: "Do you think Panlongcheng will seize this opportunity?"

"Why do you ask me?" Sun Fuling smiled, "You should ask Commander Zhong."

The sparrowhawk chiseled his trouser leg with its sharp beak, then ate a piece of roast chicken and savored it with half-closed eyes.

Well, it tastes good.

"By the way, I have something for you." He Lingchuan washed his hands, then took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to her, "Take a look, does it suit your liking?"

"Respect...the Divine Record?" Sun Fuling's eyes lit up, and she took it and flipped through a few pages, faster and faster, "This is a note written by Bejia Demon Emperor Wu Chen in his later years. Where did you find it?"

"I bought it from an out-of-town merchant." He Lingchuan coughed lightly and said, "It's for you."

After he arrived in Fufeng City, he asked Master Shi Er to go to the city to collect them. The Demon Emperor's manuscripts were widely copied and collected by the upper-class nobles of Bejia Kingdom, so he guessed that Fu Feng City could have them.

Sun Fuling said last time on Yunling Island that she wanted this notebook.

Sun Fuling's face was filled with joy and she couldn't wait to read it. But after she turned two more pages, she said, "Does this handwriting look like yours?"

"Well, I copied it." The transcript in reality cannot be brought into the dream state, so he can only memorize the entire text and copy it in the dream state. Fortunately, his consciousness is getting stronger now, so memorizing a short essay of 3,000 words is not a big deal. "The ancient book is in tatters and will fall apart after a few flips. It will be easier for me to copy it to you... Is the handwriting too ugly?" ?”

"It's not ugly." Sun Fuling smiled, "I like it very much, thank you!"

The two looked at each other in silence, but it was as if everything was silent.

The sparrowhawk cautiously stretched its head and took a piece of beef from the plate, fearing to make any noise.

But the meat slice accidentally brought down the empty wine glass, and the "ding clang" sound was very sudden.

Sun Fuling lowered her eyes and looked at it. The sparrowhawk shrank its neck, and the piece of beef was still in its mouth. It was neither swallowed nor swallowed.

He Lingchuan coughed and changed the subject: "Bega has been doing this for more than four hundred years, so no demon country can resist it?"

"In the past four hundred years or so, at least seventeen or eighteen regicides have risen to power on their own. Since the gods did not recognize them or canonize them, they tried to break away from Bejia and establish their own country." Sun Fuling raised her glass and took a sip. With one exception, they all failed.”

"The army in Lingxu City is too powerful, and there are more than ten demon kingdoms following them to send troops. A dozen against one, these regicides have no chance of winning. In the next two to three hundred years, everyone obeyed obediently and did not dare to do whatever they wanted. Challenging the authority of gods and demon emperors." She continued, "It wasn't until more than twenty years ago that another exception was made."

"Oh?" He liked to hear surprises.

"The new king of Yuan Kingdom, one of the twelve demon kingdoms, refused to be canonized by the gods and wanted to be independent from Bejia. At that time, three demon kingdoms were fighting in Bejia and failed to respond to Lingxu City in time. The latter transferred three times All the soldiers and generals were defeated by the Yuan Kingdom. The Demon Emperor was furious and attacked with all the strength of the country, but the Yuan Kingdom actually resisted tenaciously for more than three years before it fell."

"This Yuan Kingdom is quite tough." He Lingchuan was curious, "Is there any relevant books in the Wenxuan Pavilion about the battles that took place in those years?"

"Too few. Bejia is too far away from us after all, and this happened more than twenty years ago." Sun Fuling sighed, "Panlong Wasteland has been besieged for more than ten years."