Chapter 2910 The Bloodshed in the Ancient Capital Two Years Later
Chapter 2910 The Bloodshed in the Ancient Capital Two Years Later
Chapter 2910 Bloodshed in the Two-Hundred-Year-Old Capital
Once they reached a secluded spot, Sun Fuling stretched and said, "Jia Loutian himself knows perfectly well that he has tried to quit while he's ahead a few times."
However, under her suppression, Jia Loutian could not stop and had to gamble again and again until he finally lost everything!
Mother Earth sighed upon hearing this.
Jialoutian's divine status and power were originally extremely strong. On a normal battlefield, even General Hong would have a hard time defeating this second-in-command of the Lingxu Clan. However, he was countered by the chaotic mist brought into the world by the Great Square Pot, and General Hong seized this opportunity.
He didn't have any of the advantages of timing, location, or popular support at that time.
Therefore, Jialou resented that he was simply lacking in luck.
Even heroes are powerless when fate intervenes.
“I’ve already said it, what Jialoutian lacks isn’t just luck.” General Red had already seen through His weakness. “In this matter, He’s no different from those fools, thinking it’s just a matter of probability in gambling, thinking I can win because He’ll inevitably lose in the long run. But actually, He’s not that kind of person; He will definitely not win in the end!”
Therefore, General Red can patiently wait until the very end to fight him.
"What kind of person?"
“Able to break with the old and establish the new, able to turn the tide.” Sun Fuling smiled. “Such people are extremely rare in the world. Jiuyou is certainly one, and Lingxu Saint Venerable is also one, because it rebelled against the ancient gods and created a new heavenly order. But Jialoutian can only be the second-in-command of Lingxu Clan at most; He cannot shoulder such a heavy burden.”
"So what seems like a life-or-death situation to outsiders, Jiuyou has succeeded time and time again, and Lingxu Saint Venerable has succeeded time and time again. The so-called probability is 99% for them. If they were to deduce the order of the order of the gods, I can basically conclude that they would succeed; but for Jialoutian and others, it would be zero in the end."
The difference between people and between gods is actually the difference between heaven and earth.
"Now you understand why Jialoutian can never defeat Lingxu Saint Venerable and can only be the runner-up for ten thousand years, right?" She said, word by word, "Because He is not worthy of the position of the leader of all gods!"
The predicament of the Jialoutian Deduction of the Order of Gods reflects its own predicament in understanding the laws of heaven and earth.
He is already remarkable; he is a genius among the great gods.
But limited by its limited capabilities, it still couldn't make any progress.
This is what they mean by "there are people above people, and gods above gods."
Mother Earth thought for a moment, then asked a dry, curt question:
"Then, how powerful is that Venerable Lingxu?"
Sun Fuling smiled but did not answer.
She returned to the pagoda and saw He Lingchuan open his eyes again after meditating, his gaze now clearer.
“The 70,000-strong army of Baling has entered Kunlonghu and is heading here,” Sun Fuling said. “In addition, the army of Shen Kingdom has also arrived with 20,000 men, and tens of thousands more will arrive before noon.”
He Lingchuan remembered these two countries: "You brought the Panlong Army with you too?"
“Not bad.” Sun Fuling tidied his messy hair. “You brought the Panlong soldiers and civilians, along with your Dayan Heavenly Pearl, out with you.”
"Truly worthy of being called General Hong!" He Lingchuan exclaimed, watching as her celestial beauty was once again hidden beneath the demon mask.
“The soldiers and civilians of Panlong are already cleaning up the battlefield. With the help of the Earth Mother, they are moving very quickly,” she continued. “Also, I just got in touch with King Shen. He is very eager to know the results of the battle.”
He Lingchuan looked bewildered: "Who?"
“Your biological father, He Chunhua,” Sun Fuling smiled, “was originally the governor of Blackwater City in the Kingdom of Yuan. You are the governor’s son.”
There seemed to be a vague recollection: "What was he going to do?"
Whether or not he recalled his past with He Chunhua, his tone was indifferent when mentioning this person.
"He wants us to lead the Panlong Army and help him destroy Baling. I agreed on your behalf."
Cang Yan has almost no army here, but Panlong City does, and they are all vigorous and fierce warriors.
He had recalled part of the entanglement between Baling and Cangyan, or rather, with He Lingchuan, and he also understood why General Hong had agreed to Prince Shen's request.
"Okay, I should go now."
His public appearance during this critical period is necessary to reassure the public.
Sun Fuling patted his shoulder: "You are seriously injured and your limbs are weak, but the Qianglong Armor can help you stand and walk. You just need to give the order."
He Lingchuan nodded, and with a thought, the Clang Dragon Armor materialized at his command, covering his entire body and even putting a helmet on him.
He pressed his hand lightly on the ground, exerting only a fraction of his strength, and the Qianglong Armor steadily supported him, helping him stand up and straighten his back.
He opened the tower door and strode out.
Outside the tower, sunlight shines brightly on the world.
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On the night of the full moon, in the capital city of Baling.
The moonlight, like water, veiled the bloodshed that had ravaged this two-hundred-year-old capital. The commoners' quarters were pitch black; huddled in their homes, trembling with fear, listening to the clatter of hooves outside, and the incessant pleas for mercy and screams of agony.
The invaders declared that as long as civilians stayed at home, they would be spared from the axe; but if they dared to step out of the door, they would be cut off if they stepped out with their right leg, and cut off with their left leg!
For those who stubbornly refuse to believe it, the towering flames in the homes of the powerful and wealthy are a prime example of what not to do!
After the Shen army cut off hundreds of legs, the streets were deserted.
Martial law declared throughout the city!
The palace gates of Balingdu were opened before nightfall. Seeing that all was lost, King Baling had no choice but to lead his officials to open the gates and surrender.
As he knelt on the ground to present the imperial seal, he looked up and saw the bright moon in the sky. Overwhelmed with grief, he burst into tears.
From this day forward, the moon will no longer shine upon his land.
The fierce-looking man in black armor spurred his horse forward two steps, and the huge hoof came within a foot of the head of the deposed king. The king was so frightened that he shrank back. Although his head was not kicked open, he was covered in dust from the hoof kick.
The assembled officials and all the palace servants kneeling beside them witnessed this scene clearly.
A servant stepped forward and took the imperial seal.
At this moment, the three-hundred-year reign of the Ba Ling dynasty came to an end.
Above the King of Baling, the Black Beast snorted fiercely, and the Nine Nether Emperor on horseback spoke in a voice colder than moonlight:
"I asked you to offer up Zhao Huanrong and his nephew, where are they?"
King Baling lowered his head even further: "They were originally kept in the palace by me, but they bribed the palace servants and escaped before noon. I even sent people to search the Zhao residence, but they didn't go back."
Why did the Nine Nether Emperor leave Cang Yan and appear on the battlefield of Baling, thousands of miles away? Baling King finally figured it out before his country was destroyed. He truly hated Zhao Huanrong and his nephew to the bone!
If those two hadn't secretly received divine orders and gone to harm the Crown Prince and Grandson of Shen, Baling wouldn't have suffered such a devastating disaster.
This is nothing short of a scourge to the country and its people!
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