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Looking at Ryan's face shrouded in shadow, Ji Xuance remained silent. His thick knuckles gently tapped on the armrests of the throne, and a rhythmic beeping sound came out. The grease excavated from the demon god crackled in the brazier, and a strange fragrance filled the air. Ji Xuance's eyes were empty, and the bright moonlight outside the door gradually brought him back to the past.

More than two hundred years ago, under the same moonlight.

At that time, Emperor Wu had just inherited the throne, and he had already shown some invincible strength in the world, as well as the corresponding ambition.

The royal city was stained with blood, and a huge courtyard could be seen burning in the distance, and the night was red. From time to time, there were earth immortals or even king-level strongmen, whose spirit burst out, wanting to take the opportunity to make trouble or escape, but in the next moment they were extinguished and turned into dry bones on the ground that no one cared about.

Outside the high wall, it was raining and dark, but inside it was harmonious.

The three brothers and sisters gathered together, and their father wore casual clothes and taught them martial arts in person.

In such an environment, the importance of this martial art, which was taught by Emperor Wu himself, is self-evident. That martial art is called Emperor Dragon Fist, and it has only three moves in total. One punch is for the hearts of the people, one punch is for the mountains, rivers, and seas, and the last punch is for the millennium national destiny of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Whether one can successfully enter the martial arts is also related to whether one can contain the dragon energy, and it is also an examination for whether one can inherit the throne in the future.

The prince made the fastest progress in this boxing method, and it took less than three days to successfully enter the martial arts.

Ji Xuance was slow to find the trick. At that time, he was very young and very impatient. Because of greed and recklessness, he almost hurt himself in several attempts. It was only after many days of fighting with Ji Huaxi that he slowly integrated the true thoughts of this boxing method from form to spirit.

At that time, he was only excited.

Only later did he slowly realize that in terms of comprehension alone.

Among the three, the eldest princess Ji Huaxi is actually the most worthy of the strongest.

It was just that before her elder brother's death, she had never been unknown and had never shown her talent.

At that time, she was able to enter the door smoothly because Ji Huaxi first comprehended the true meaning of the boxing to a certain level, and then slowly crushed it and fed it to her through sparring.

Today...

It has been more than two hundred years since this incident.

But Ji Xuance still remembers it clearly, and there is a warmth in his heart when he thinks back on it.

The stronger the person, the more difficult it is to give birth to an heir. Ji Xuance has no children so far, and after his father's death, Ji Huaxi is his only family. Although after taking this position, he calls himself a widower and should not have private affairs. But Ji Xuance is still unwilling to kill his sister for power.

Ji Xuance's eyes condensed, and he said coldly to Ryan in the audience, "Don't mention this matter again in the future."

"Then, as you wish." Ryan put his hand on his chest and bowed gently to the third prince. His face was shrouded in shadows that the fire could not reach, and the mocking smile on his face was almost undisguised. But Ryan knew that it was not yet time, so he did not say much, turned around and left the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

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Zhongzhou.

A temporary hiding place.

It looks like a hut built by a hunter in the mountains and forests, located in a naturally formed cave. There are orange oil lamps hanging on the walls, the floor is paved with thick logs, and you can see the pattering rain through the window. Argus, wearing a shirt and vest, pushed a glass of iced wine in front of Ryan.

Ryan reached out to take the glass and nodded and smiled at Argus.

In the warm orange light, he gently shook the glass, waited for the original wine and juice inside to be fully mixed, and then lowered his head and took a sip.

"Ha..."

Ryan sighed, and his face suddenly showed an expression of fascination and nostalgia.

"The taste of lime is a little sour. I haven't tasted it for more than two thousand years. It makes me miss it." Ryan's slender fingers stroked the edge of the wine glass, and a touch of crystal flashed across his emerald, forest-like pupils, "What a pity..."

"What a pity?"

"There may not be many opportunities to taste such a taste in the future." Ryan smiled.

Snap!

Argus was cleaning the glassware on the table.

He suddenly stopped, and with a crisp sound, fine cracks appeared on the mixing cup.

Looking at his king, the expression on Argus's face was no longer as respectful as before, but with rare questioning and anger, "All of us believe that you can lead the tribe to victory and restore the glory of the former Kalean Dynasty, but now you think this war is doomed to fail. What does this mean!?"

"It's what you understand." Ryan shrugged, put down the wine glass, and then forcefully pried open Argus's fingers that were grabbing his collar.

"We have all seen what that guy looked like when he fought with the King Bug, and his strength is far from reaching its peak. Even when our ancestors were at their peak, just expelling the King Bug would have directly destroyed the foundation accumulated over thousands of years, not to mention us now. We are just a group of lonely ghosts. It is like an egg hitting a rock, and we will definitely die." Ryan said calmly.     Argus looked painful and fell silent.

Wow!

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the window, forming transparent ripples.

With a roar, a blazing white thunder fell, and several huge birds were frightened, flapping their wings and disappearing into the gray sky.

Turning his gaze away from the window, Argus's tight breath suddenly relaxed, and a look of despair appeared on his face. After a moment of silence, Argus picked up the glass fragments scattered on the table. There was some confusion on his face, and he couldn't help but ask, "Since you think we can't be that monster's opponent, why did you choose to stay, or even take the initiative to attack him?"

"Didn't we talk before?"

Ryan smiled bitterly and said, "What supports our race to this day is hatred. Everyone is longing for a war, hoping to kill all the enemies and wash themselves with their blood. A shame. If we say we want to turn around and leave at this time, what will happen..."

"Schism, war and even fratricide," Argus replied.

"That's right."

Ryan nodded, "Extreme hatred must be dispelled with even more extreme fear. War is inevitable. The only choice is to let those people participate in this war and let those people survive and carry the last hope. leave."

Recalling what Ryan said just now, Argus looked at him worriedly.

"I have shouldered the important task of reviving the demon race since I was born, and everyone has pinned their hopes on me. Although I am indeed gifted, such a life is too tiring. Moreover, I made such a choice, Regardless of the reason, they are actually betraying my people."

"Let me stay here, and I have found a suitable heir." Ryan supported his hands on the bar and looked at the four-armed demon opposite him with burning eyes.

Argus looked surprised and pointed at himself in disbelief, "Me!?"

"That's right, it's you, brother!" Ryan reached out and patted Argus's shoulder hard, then took off a wrench with a crown engraved on his thumb and stuffed it into Argus' hand. The guy had a smile on his face that said, "I'm optimistic about you." He said, "Think about it, no matter what, you are the guy who fought that monster three times and survived."

"Regardless of luck or strength, you survived in such a dangerous situation. I believe you can lead the rest of the tribe." Ryan said with encouragement.

Looking at the sincere face in front of him, Argus was speechless.

"Now that you've thought about it, what are you going to do?"

"I just had a chat with Ji Xuance. He is a useful chess piece." Ryan stuffed a piece of fruit on the plate into his mouth and said vaguely.

"But he has rejected your request."

"No, that's not a rejection." Ryan said. "After all, if he really thought that I had touched the bottom line, the scene would be ugly. But in fact, although the guy said he refused, in fact it was Hesitant. In fact, he has already been shaken, but he still needs some opportunities. "

"I probably understand. What we need to do next is to add fuel to this matter." Argus nodded.

"good!"

Ryan snapped his fingers, "He has already made a mistake, he just needs us to expose him a little. When Ji Xuance senses the threat, he will naturally take action, and then we will have a very critical card in our hands."

"Maybe... maybe we can really find some ways to fight monsters from this card." Ryan looked at the rain outside the window and said leisurely.

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Blood Realm, in the lava lake under the volcano.

Bang!

Then there was an explosion below.

The originally calm lake suddenly rippled, bubbles bubbled on the surface, and the temperature rose rapidly, followed by pillars of fire exploding one after another. Each explosion brought tens of thousands of tons of magma into the air, like a huge wave, slamming heavily into the walls nearby. The originally smooth wall was covered with a layer of thick and rugged volcanic rock, and the Balrog lantern on it began to shake violently.

"What's going on?" Inside the magma lake, Su Heng groaned twice, opened his eyes, and regained some consciousness from the deep state of seclusion.

There were bursts of pain all over his body, and blood gushed out at the same time.

This is because after absorbing a large amount of nutrients, the body enters a stage of rapid growth, so that the original scales cannot adapt to the current body, just like a python shedding its skin. It's just that the process is much crueler. These scales are torn apart by the expanded muscles, dripping with blood, and then grow back on the wounds, becoming stronger and tougher.