Chapter 127: Return to the Capital The second year of Taixiao, December. Most of Yan Meng's capital was destroyed, countless brave warriors fled to avoid the battle, and the residents of the capital were in chaos. The ever-victorious Zhao army of one hundred thousand men defeated enemies several times their number in a battle on the plains, and became famous throughout the world. Legend has it that a true god descended to protect the State of Zhao during this battle, destroying the city and the army, and dyeing the country of Yan Meng into endless blood. If one were to find someone who was on the battlefield and ask him about the true God, he would surely give an affirmative answer, and his account of the events would be filled with awe and fear, with his hands clasped together and prayers continued. As for the name of the prayer, it is "Great Dark Sky". …… Xi Heng used the power of the Blood Sea Giant to easily defeat Yan Yinmu who had transformed into a dragon. The strange-looking dragon body was wrapped tightly in the sea of blood and slowly died.
At the beginning, the opponent still had a certain ability to resist and fight. After being pressed into the sea of blood, he could still break free again and again by relying on his exquisite swordsmanship and endless powerful strength. Moreover, this complete dragon form also brings it a special ability. Every time the dragon man let out a long, shrill roar, Xi Heng would lose the ability to control part of the sea of blood for a short period of time - just like being hit by a mental attack from Kenshin. However, after struggling to break free several times, Yan Yinmu was finally bitten down by the nine-headed blood dragon and pressed into the sea of blood. Xi Heng put his hands together again and crushed the shackles. After a long time, the sea of blood flowed into his head and internal organs through his seven orifices, constantly consuming his body's protective energy. After transforming into a dragon, Yan Yinmu's external scales provide extremely strong protection, but the enhancement to his ordinary internal organs is not obvious. The Hua Jin was slowly consumed, and then the internal organs were crushed piece by piece, the fragments of internal organs sprayed out of the mouth, and then were absorbed and digested by the sea of blood. In the end, the dragon man's flesh and blood were drained away, and only an extremely hard heart was still beating inside the corpse. The sea of blood threw it out onto the balcony of the White Stone Palace where the war started. Yan Yinmu, who had become extremely emaciated, collapsed on the ground with his narrow eyes wide open, without moving a muscle. The monster's head as well as its blood, muscles, tendons and other contents had all been completely digested by the sea of blood. All that was left now was a piece of rotten, mindless flesh. "Boring." Xi Heng originally thought that this monster was a strong opponent, enough to force her to use 70% to 80% of her full strength in the Sea of Blood. But in fact, even though he became a half-dragon, Yan Yinmu was still just a mortal who could only fight with physical strength. Although the dragon is more complete than Yan Qingshi, it is actually just like this. Faced with the magical power of the Sea of Blood, he was nothing more than a lamb to be slaughtered. At first, he could resist and struggle a little, but he could not escape his predetermined fate. Xi Heng controlled the blood giant, took off the throne on his head, and placed it back on the balcony of the palace.
This rough white stone palace was not disturbed by the aftermath of the battle. At most, it was splashed with a few pieces of blood, but it was still relatively intact. The throne under her seat turned blood-red and returned to the blood giant. She also fell back to the ground and walked to the side of the dragon-shaped monster. The other person still has a heartbeat, but the blood in his body has almost disappeared, so it doesn't matter whether he has a heartbeat or not. "This guy looks more like a dragon than Yan Qingshi. If I dig out his heart and feed it to others, maybe it will have some effect..." Xi Heng thought to himself. Although she didn't want to turn into such an ugly monster, she had to admit that after transforming into a dragon, a warrior's combat power would be significantly improved. If Yan Yinmu had not taken the Dragon Heart Polyp, the Sea of Blood would have crushed him to death in just two or three hits. But by turning into a dragon, you can struggle for a few more minutes. She also wanted to obtain this power if her body shape would not undergo drastic and strange changes. "Is there any way to reduce the side effects?" While muttering to himself, Xi Heng stepped forward, squatted down, picked up two large balls of dragon heart polyps that the enemy had not had time to finish eating before the battle, and put them into the brocade bag on his waist. Then, he pulled out a sharp blade from his waist, turned around and stabbed it into the scales between Yan Yinmu's heart. Several times, it only pierced the scales but failed to completely penetrate the skin, flesh and ribs. It was not until Xi Heng cut open the palm of his hand and used the Blood Wave Sword that he was finally able to cut open the wound on the mummy. He reached his right hand into the wound and pulled out the tough, still beating black heart. The sharp blade cut off the connected blood vessels, leaving only a heart. Xi Heng cut off another piece of fur carpet, wrapped it up and hung it around his waist. After taking the spoils, she was about to turn around and leave, returning to the front battlefield to end the war. At this moment, the sound of light footsteps slowly came from the front. She raised her eyes and glanced over. The person coming was the hunchbacked old woman who was on the battlefield before, wearing tattered clothes and holding a bone staff. The other party said in a hoarse voice: "The last member of the Yan family on the grassland has died, the army has been defeated, and the sins have been forgiven. Your Excellency should stop, right?" "Your Excellency?" It was the first time Xi Heng was addressed like this. He tilted his head before replying, "You don't seem too surprised?" "Ever since I heard that His Majesty Qingshi died in the South, and Your Excellency led his troops to attack the North, I have had a premonition... that a disaster is about to happen." She sighed and looked at the huge blood shadow outside the palace: “I just don’t know that the Venerable is the heir of the immortal law.” Xi Heng didn't say much about this. He nodded and got down to business: "Whether to stop the war is another matter. Take me to your Yan Meng's treasure house first." Since someone has surrendered here, there is no need to look for him slowly. "Please." The old man walked back slowly with his bone cane, looking lonely. She just wanted Xi Heng to stop the attack. The army had been defeated and the general was dead. If they continued... the civilians of Langfeng Balin would probably suffer.
Have to obey. Not long after, Xi Heng followed the other party up the spiral staircase of the mountain palace, passed through a corridor painted with many murals of horses and hunting, and came to a stone door. The stone door was slowly pushed open, and a light suddenly appeared inside, revealing a crystal clear scene. The room is filled with treasure chests, large pearls, golden saddles and belts, and other more common and rare treasures. Xi Heng ignored the treasure and only focused his eyes on the center of the room. There, a dragon skeleton was placed safely with a small amount of flesh and scales remaining on its surface. It looked like a stretched whale skeleton, with all its flesh and blood dried up, its scales incomplete, and none of its four claws intact. The dragon was about twenty to thirty meters long, and did not look as huge as Xi Heng had imagined. It was just slightly larger than an ordinary python. According to folk rumors, a celestial dragon is at least a hundred feet long, and the thing in front of him is obviously too small. "Maybe it's just a baby dragon..." She slowly approached the dragon bones and saw several bone bowls made of human skulls in front of the dragon head, but they were empty. "What are these used for storing?" Xi Heng stroked gently. "The skull bowl was used to store dragon blood, heart, liver and meat, but now it's all used up." "Dragon heart and dragon liver are used to transform into dragons. What is the function of dragon blood?" "Dragon blood can cure diseases and injuries, strengthen the body and replenish energy." The other party said: "The severe pain and itchiness during the ascension period can only be suppressed by dragon blood... and the last skull of dragon blood was used up by His Majesty Yan Qingshi." "Are there any other places where these dragon meat and blood are stored?" "Not really." The old woman shook her head. Judging from the details of his expression, it seems that he is not lying. But it doesn’t matter even if it’s a lie, Xi Heng is only moderately interested in the dragon meat. She took out the dragon heart polyp from the brocade bag at her waist: "Are these two polyps the final things that can be used to transform into a dragon?" "Yes." The other party replied. "In the end, this is all that's left... not even enough for experiments." Xi Heng originally planned to take all the dragon meat back to Da Zhao after capturing Yan Meng's capital, and find some death row prisoners to help her conduct human experiments and conduct research slowly. This amount of meat is probably not enough now. "But... it is said that there is a Dragon-Locking Well in the capital of Dazhao. Do you know about it?" Xi Heng asked again. "It is said that there is a dragon vein in Zhao State sealed under the imperial palace. It is still unknown whether it is a dragon or not." After the old woman finished speaking, she continued:
"A dragon is a creature of blood and sin. I don't know how many princes and nobles have sacrificed their lives for it, thinking that they can ascend to heaven with it. However, after swallowing it, they will only turn into horrible monsters and will never change... This is not a treasure, but a sinful cursed object that mortals should avoid." Xi Heng also knew about this. She had seen Yan Qingshi suffering from unbearable itching, and she had also seen Yan Yinmu gradually lose his mind and turn into a beast after transforming into a dragon. But this method of transforming into a dragon can also actually improve combat power. It would be nice if there were no side effects. "I'll take some time to study it in the future, maybe there will be some results." Xi Heng thought casually, and then asked: "What are the functions of dragon meat and dragon bones?" "Dragon scales can be used for defense, but dragon meat other than the dragon heart and liver is highly poisonous. Dragon bones should be used to make weapons and armor, but there is no craftsman in the world who can accomplish this." The old woman seemed to know everything. "That's all." If the remaining things were of great use, they should have been torn apart by Yan Mengren like a dragon's heart and liver. It has not been preserved intact until now. Xi Heng didn't think any more and turned to look at the other rare treasures around him. There was nothing new around the treasury, just porcelain, cups, sculptures, gems... jade, gold and silver jewelry, along with boxes of gold and silver treasures. Most of them seemed to have been looted from the Great Zhao State, and official kiln seals could be seen on the bottom of the porcelain. Of course, there are some things obtained from other countries and nations, but there is nothing really rare. Xi Heng walked around and was only interested in a night-shining pearl that could glow on its own. However, when he looked closer, he always felt that it was a radioactive object, so he returned to the center of the warehouse. He spoke to the figure beside him: "We can stop the war, but all the artifacts in this warehouse must be sent back to Da Zhao." "Sure." The old woman had no right to refuse, so she could only answer humbly. "In addition, I want to take away half of the cattle, sheep and horses in this city." Xi Heng said again. "..." Yan Mengdazhu was silent for a while, then nodded in agreement. "The reason why I didn't take all of it is because I have other plans for you remaining Yanmeng people." Having regained the power of life and death, she recalled what she was like when she was the emperor. Subconsciously, I began to use "朕" as my self-proclaimed name. "Please speak, Venerable." "I am the Son of Heaven, the incarnation of the Dark Sky Mother on earth." She ordered: "From now on, you, the priests of Yanmeng, should do your best to encourage the Yanmeng people to change their beliefs from the so-called Hades Heaven to the Great Dark Heaven." "This..." At this point, the Chinese teacher-like figure of Yan Mengguo finally showed some hesitation. "In the next year, I will send followers of the Dark Celestial Cult here, and you must help with the missionary work."
"Your Excellency, faith cannot be forcibly changed by human power." "I led the army to slaughter people here, but did the Heavenly King of Hell that you, Yan Meng, believed in come to save you?" Xi Heng said, "This alone is enough to make people doubt their faith." "In addition, anyone with eyes can now see that the Dark Mother is the true God, the Supreme Being of the Ten Directions and Three Worlds, the most holy of the saints." Xi Heng casually recited a sentence of doctrine and continued: "It is because your Yan Meng army invaded the country protected by the Dark Sky that this disaster happened... If you all believe in the Great Dark Sky and pray every day, the Mother of Heaven will naturally bless you." The old woman was speechless. "Let's arrange this matter. If there is no result after one year, Yan Meng's clan will be exterminated."