By decree and pro

Chapter 134 The Real Xiliang King?

Once back in the palace, Usman settled Yan down and went to the imperial study.

Feralas finally let go of his disguise, and danced happily like a child: "Your Majesty, you are back. Sorry, I can't go out of the city gate to greet you. How is your journey with the queen going smoothly? Hey, where is the queen?"

"He's a little sleepy, he's gone to take a nap, and everything else is fine." Usman looked past Feralas, and looked at Shuangfang, who was teary and aggrieved.

Probably because he knew that Usman was coming back, Shuangya still held a mandarin duck canna in his mouth.

"Yaya, come here quickly." Usman greeted with a smile, only to see Frost Fang slamming Feralas away, and pounced into Usman's arms, rubbing his fat buttocks and rolling, extremely excited .

"Why is Yaya so thin, Feralas, how did you take care of it?" Usman bent down and hugged Shuangya, distressed.

"Your Majesty, it misses you so much, so it eats less." Feras hurriedly pointed to the big leg of lamb that was gnawed with wolf teeth marks, "Look, the daily supply of this big leg of lamb is [-]%." There are about ten of them."

"Hey, I can usually eat thirty of them, I really feel sorry for you." Usman patted Shuangya's fleshy forehead, thinking of what Yan said, Shuangya didn't feel like a wolf at all, it was a wolf. Fat meat, Usman couldn't help smiling.

Frost Fang, who had been flicking her tail excitedly, suddenly tilted her head and stared at Usman's face, her eyes were very focused.

"What is it looking at?" Feralas asked inexplicably. Your Majesty is neither skinny nor fat, and is still the same.

"As expected of the wolf king." Usman rubbed Shuangfang's furry ears with knuckle fingers, "Good boy, don't worry."

"...?" Feralas was still puzzled.

"I'm going to the priest's tower. I'll give you half a day off and go meet Ilya. He misses you a lot."

"Yes." Feralas was very happy, and then said, "Your Majesty, you will go to the priest's tower as soon as you come back, but Bai Mufa needs you urgently?"

"No, I'm not going to see him."

"That is?"

"Den Erman, my brother Wang, it's time to meet him." Usman said indifferently, "Otherwise, Bai Mufa's 'troublesome' arrangement will be wasted."

"Bai Mufa's arrangement?" Feralas was taken aback.

Before Feralas could react, Usman left with Frostfang.

"Did Your Majesty suddenly think of something?" Feralas thought in shock, but felt that it was impossible. Isn't the seal still untied?If Your Majesty really thought of something, how could he have a calm face and no changes in his gestures?

"...I thought too much." Feralas thought this way, went back to his room and got a lot of gifts for Ilya, ranging from jewelry to candied fruit and food, and excitedly went to find Ilya.

When Usman and the wolf king Shuangya appeared in front of the gate of the Priest Tower, Harigo was really surprised. He never thought that the emperor would come to the gate so soon, didn't he just return to the palace?

There are also about [-] desert wolf cubs in the priest's tower. They have gray and white tight fur and unusually sharp black eyes. Although they are only three months old, they are already half the size of ordinary domestic dogs. very.

Priest Tower originally wanted to tame them to guard the house, but unfortunately wolves are unruly and always hurt people, so they were put in the cage.

The appearance of Frostfang made these wolf cubs extremely excited, howling and crazily digging the ground, bumping into the wooden cage.Harigo wanted to make people stare at your lord, but Shuangya let out a howl, which shocked the surroundings, and the wolf cubs broke through the wooden cage one after another, like snowballs rolling down the hillside, rolling and falling to the ground. Fell in front of the majestic Shuangfang.

Frostfang held its head high, and the wolf cubs howled like him. Although those wolf roars were a bit childish compared to Frostfang's, wolves were wolves after all. Sman's Raven Warlock.

Usman seemed to be walking in a royal palace, walking unhurriedly towards a particularly dark corridor, where there was a winding staircase.

Usman stepped on the black wooden steps that looked like they had been burned by fire, and walked up one floor.The wooden ladder kept making creaking noises. With this sound, Usman recalled his childhood. He hadn’t walked this road for many years. Compared with his childhood memory, the ladder seemed more broken, Older and narrower.

At the end of the stairs, there was only a heavy-looking door with a very special knocker, a crow with an iron ring in its mouth, and the crow's eyes were the lock.

Usman remembered countless times when he was a child, he looked out of the dark corridor through the crow keyhole from the inside of the room, hoping to see his mother come to visit him, or Bai Mufa, no matter who it was, he was tired of it Alone here.

This room is like a memory box, locking all his brief childhood inside.

Usman raised his hand to push the wooden door, which was lighter than he remembered. The door was rough and the paint was peeling off. The door opened straight, revealing a round stone room. Man frowned.

The only stone window here was sealed by wooden boards, so the room was a bit stuffy.

There is almost no light, and a few pieces of sunlight projected from the gaps in the wooden boards obliquely illuminate some floating dust.

There was a tall and tall person standing behind the floating dust, and most of his figure was hidden in a dark corner.

Usman walked in, came to the window, and smashed it with his fist. The board shattered and fell on the dusty carpet that almost lost its original color.

The dazzling sunlight in the afternoon instantly illuminated the room so brightly that it was dazzling.

A huge bronze mirror leaning against the wall illuminated Usman's whole body. Usman looked into the mirror, and his silver waist-length hair shone like a diamond. He looked at "he ", a cloud covered the window, and the silver hair in the mirror was no longer so dazzling, but became darker.

From the root to the tip, every strand of gorgeous hair has turned into a jet black like ink dye.

And those green eyes were even more radiant like obsidian. Usman looked at his "self" in the mirror, and said in a low voice: "Dan Erman... Long time no see, don't come here without any problems."

"Brother," Denierman stared straight at Usman, his eyes full of disbelief, "When did you remember...?!"

"Hmph, you are really cunning." Usman said with a sneer, "You always knew who I am, but you never mentioned a word to me, allowing me to be blinded by the so-called 'memory'. However, because of you I have always understood it, so I remembered everything shortly after I entered Yancheng, and I don’t need to bother to dig out the rest of the ancient city, which neither you nor Bai Mufa expected.”

"..." Danerman's brows were tightly frowned. Compared with Usman's gorgeous face like a god, he looked more like a person, even though he was the person in the mirror.

"Derman," Usman said coldly, "although I'm your brother who is seven months younger than you in name, but you and I both know that I have no 'blood' relationship with you before. To me, you Just a 'container'."

"Container?" Denierman clenched his fists, his brows and eyes were full of anger, "Am I the container, or are you using witchcraft to snatch my body, Usman, you know better than anyone else!"

"The people who use you are the Priest Tower and the Goddess Prophet. You can't count these old accounts on my head. Besides, this body has long been integrated with me, so why should you worry about it? Could it be that you are still naive? Do you really think that what your mother promised you back then, that she would kill me immediately when I am no longer useful can still come true? Is she already a bone?"

"You!" Dan Erman's eyes were tearing apart, and his hatred for Usman almost pierced through the lens.

"Den Erman, at the moment of my 'birth', you should have died. The Priest Tower knew it well, and the Goddess Prophet knew it well, you just survived by luck. It's nothing at all, just to be a 'brother' with you once again How, as long as you stay inside, I will not make things difficult for you, but you are trying to kill me, and you know that you can't do it."

"Usman! Don't be so proud, Chunyuyan doesn't know yet, does he?" Danerman suddenly laughed. His smile was beautiful, almost the same as Usman's, but with obvious sadness, "He probably thought Sanctuary Zhaoxue is just a legend, thinking that your silver hair is natural, but they don’t know that you were created by the priest tower—a sacrificial offering.”

"And me! I am the real king of Xiliang, Chunyuyan's..."

"You're courting death!" Usman's eyes froze, and the bronze mirror actually sunk a hole, as if someone had punched him hard, "Dan Erman, Yan is mine, and Xiliang is mine too. You You couldn't kill me before, and you can't kill me now, as for the power of the Sanctuary Zhaoxue, I will give it back..."

"Go back?" Dan Erman supported the mirror and laughed loudly, "Do you know what a sacrifice is? They want you to save the world, but they never thought of asking you to return your power."

Usman ignored Dan Erman, who was laughing hysterically, and the bronze mirror shattered with his fingers.

"Danerman, it's different now than before." Usman looked at the scattered pieces and said, "I have Yanyan, we have children, even if we have to go through that ten times

I will not back down from such torture. "

Usman stepped on the debris and left the room. Now he is going to find Bai Mufa to settle the matter.

When Bai Mufa knew that Usman had gone to the house where he lived as a child, he knew that the seal had been broken by itself.

He was shocked, Usman was really strong, stronger than he expected.

Bai Mufa still remembered that after the astrology and divination calculated that Xiliang would encounter the devastating "red flame" again, he hurriedly consulted the goddess oracle about how to deal with it.

Back then, in order to prevent Xiliang from destroying the country, the first emperor used witchcraft to inherit the "power of the crow spirit".

And the power of the so-called crow spirit, in the final analysis, comes from the undead.

There is a legend in Xiliang that after people die, crows will carry their souls to the underworld, and this spell that connects the undead was born because of this.

It is said that in ancient times, a powerful crow spirit warlock discovered that after the death of some people with superb martial arts and spiritual power, the energy stored in their bodies did not disappear immediately, just like a martial arts master would pass on all the skills of his life to his disciples. What a mage does is to collect the energy contained in these undead and use it for him.

This is the power of the crow spirit.

But the power of the crow spirit is not something everyone can bear. The first emperor was originally a black-haired man, but after undergoing the magic ceremony, his hair grew white all night, and he forgot about the person he loved deeply, and his temperament changed drastically.

Seeing that Emperor Shihuang became very strange, King Wuque was extremely sad, and left Xiliang for Dayan.

When the "flame of red flames" struck, Emperor Shihuang exhausted all his strength and finally protected the country and the people, and also returned to his original appearance, but he was almost extinct.

Fortunately, the first emperor "Yao" saw his beloved witch king "Yi" again when he was dying.

"Ying... the power of the crow spirit is too strong. If it falls into the wrong hands, I can't imagine the consequences. I used my last strength to write a sealing technique. In the future, if someone inherits the power of the crow spirit and cannot control it At that time, you can join hands with the Raven Spirit Warlock to seal his power, which will also seal his memory. I have written a seven-character unseal spell for the unseal method... and hidden them in the seven cities... Yes Kule, Yancheng and..."

"I see, Yao, I will keep it well. If I die, it will be buried with me."

"I love you, Tsubasa... I'm sorry... I couldn't choose you..."

"You know, I don't regret it..." Wu Que Wang held his lover's hand tightly until he gradually fell asleep, his fingers became cold and stiff, Wu Que Wang's tears kept dripping down his handsome and pale face On... Then the cremated body, King Wuque scattered the ashes of the first emperor on his favorite land of Xiliang...

This period of history has been kept secret by the priest tower, and the white hair and green eyes of the first emperor are also ingeniously combined with the legend of the goddess "Sanyu Zhaoxue".The inheritance of the power of the goddess is also more worshiped and pursued by the common people.

If it is actually a sorcery and the power of witchcraft, Xiliang will be in chaos.

After the death of the first emperor, the red flames appeared several times in the land of Xiliang. The priests in the ancient city wanted to follow the example of the first emperor and summoned the power of the crow spirit with spells, trying to save the fate of destruction, but failed , and failure will lead to power backlash.

That's why so many people died in the ancient city.

The Priest Tower has never understood why only the First Emperor succeeded. It can be said that every generation of Priest Tower elders have been studying the crow spirit technique, but they have never been able to get the point, and they dare not try randomly, leading to the death of the tower.

Until Bai Mufa predicted through astrology that the red flames would come to the world again, and it was unprecedentedly huge, this technique of summoning the crow spirit had to be brought to the case.

Goddess Prophet Assailah, as the messenger of the Holy Voice, was able to decipher the key link for the successful casting of the spell, that is, those who inherit the power of the Raven Spirit must be the descendants of the First Emperor.

And those losers are not of royal blood.

Therefore, they had to find a prince or princess to sacrifice, and it had to be a baby, but there were no princes or princesses of the right age at that time.

So Ascela made an astonishing move, she raped the king and gave birth to Prince Danerman.

As a goddess or prophet, she shouldn't cling to the powerful and serve people in Israel, but Ascera knows that what she conceived is a sacred weapon that carries the power of the raven spirit, so she remained calm in the face of countless voices of doubt.

Ascela also believed that she and Bai Mufa would bring the power of the Raven Spirit to the world again, and as a goddess prophet, she has good spiritual power. This child will inherit the blood of the goddess prophet and the royal family, and will be the strongest " Hallows".

Bai Mufa told her that when the spell is successfully cast, the child will become the strongest king of Xiliang, and he will resist the "red flame" and save the common people of Xiliang.

Originally, everything was proceeding smoothly according to the plan, but Ascera underestimated a kind of emotion that is almost innate as a woman, that is—maternal love.

Ascera fell deeply in love with this child who she thought was just a "holy vessel". This was her son, the flesh that fell from her body.