"Preshidian—"

The last lonely army under the city, the only remaining soldiers of Preshidian, surrounded their dead king and raised their swords in their hands.

"Long live!!!"

After the last roar of breath, they launched their last charge.

Fearless charge.

Sacrifice to the country.

"Stupid..." Chen Senran felt the passionate blood coming from the city that was fearless and sniffed out two words from his mouth.

"Is it stupid..." Mengqi supported himself, leaning against the city wall, and taking advantage of the war to look at the men's deathly faces.

"But great." Chen Senran paused for a moment and added the next sentence.

but.

"Tear--" Reality tear apart the greatness.

A sharp flying axe cut off the charge crowd, and Draven took the lead and rushed into the enemy formation and began his killing feast again.

His pace is stable, his flying axe is ruthless, and he is like a murderous machine, harvesting lives extremely efficiently.

The rhythm of killing people without a trace of water and killing people is like slaughtering pigs and dogs makes everyone feel chilled.

This is simply not a person, he is an evil ghost from hell.

he……

"He..." Mengqi couldn't help but speak.

"He..." Chen Senran tilted his head, remembering the scene when he appeared in front of him again.

He walked to himself step by step with calm steps and said, "Let me kill someone."

So he kills people now.

Keep killing people.

But even if he killed so many similar people and shed so much blood, it seemed that he could not fill the gap in his heart...

What exactly is missing?

"Tear--" The last person was cut in half by him. He stopped and closed the axe with great clean and concise movements, and his movements were perfect and smooth, as if he was dancing.

Preshidian has been destroyed, and only the last two gangs of troops are left on the battlefield.

In an instant, both parties who were originally working sincerely pointed their swords at each other.

The atmosphere became weird in an instant.

Some people had already discovered the silence and rushed towards him.

Jie did not stop him, but just looked at the senior elders of the balanced sect looking at him with great vigilance and helped Ji up.

"What should I do next?" Mengqi knew that his home court had passed, and now it was the world of the man beside him.

"Wait." Chen Senran did not move. He just said one word.

"wait?"

What are you waiting for?

"Did you agree?" Under the city, Ji let the elders help him up, but his eyes were still watching the catastrophe.

"I agreed." Jie nodded, not caring about the countless murderous intents around him.

"Okay." Ji smiled with relief, "I want to see Shen for the last request."

"Yes." Jie nodded and shouted at the top of the city, "Where is warning?"

"Where are you careful?" Chen Senran asked.

"Behind." Monkey frowned and replied.

"Take him out."

“Bring it up?”

"No. Take it out."

"Take it out? Let him go?" Meng Qi was extremely puzzled.

"Let him go." Chen Senran nodded, very sure.

So Shen was brought to Ji.

He was still scarred, but he was a little more energetic.

He looked at the dying silence, and his eyes showed anxiety.

"Mr. Ji..."

"Shen, you and I'll tell you." Ji interrupted him and said calmly, "I'm going to die..."

As soon as this statement comes out—

"Sir, how could you die?"

"Sir. You can't say that..."

"grown ups……"

...

The elders around him all became anxious.

"Don't make noise!!!" Ji shouted suddenly, followed by a violent cough.

But the power of the tiger remains. Everyone has quieted down.

"Be careful..." gasped silently.

"Sir, I'm here, you..."

"I'm going to die, listen to me, you are my best person." Ji said in front of everyone without hesitation, "Now I'm going to die. So I decided to pass the position of the Pope to you."

"Sir, no."

"grown ups……"

This time, everyone couldn't sit still again. How could this work?

Not to mention Shen is still in the hands of the enemy. Just saying that Shen betrays several times, he is definitely not the candidate to be a pope, and...

"Shut up." Ji yelled again. This time he was so angry that he vomited three mouthfuls of blood before stopping his coughing. "You, it is your damn things that will make me lose my balance. Do you still think I am the Pope?!!"

"grown ups……"

"Sir..." Many people's voices were filled with crying voices. Most of them believed in his reputation.

"Shen..." Ji called Shen's name again.

"Be careful."

"I declare as the 83rd generation of the Pope of the Balance Sect that you will be my successor and become the 84th generation of the Pope of the Balance Sect. From then on..." Ji's voice was long, "For the way of balance, I will stop until I die. Do you dare?"

"Shen, I feel guilty about it, but..." Shen said word by word, "Absolutely, no, afraid."

The last word "fear" was revealed, and the whole audience was silent.

This was probably the most simple throne-passing ceremony ever held by the Balance Sect. On the scorched earth after a long war, the dying old pope passed on the greatest glory to the new pope who was still in the hands of the enemy.

There are no chants, no grand rituals.

There were only war and broken corpses, and the cold blades.

"Papapapapa--" Jie clapped hard, "It's so touching, so touching."

"Jie, don't forget to promise me what you promised me." Ji looked at Jie and said steadily.

"Of course, of course I won't forget it. But..." Jie looked at the other people surrounding the silent ones and said, "Let's stay?"

"It should be so." Ji nodded and finally said, "It should be so."

The last four words fell, and Ji slowly closed his tired eyes.

So abrupt, so peaceful.

But in an instant, the other elders changed their faces.

Shen even started to curse: "Jie, how dare you? You..."

"Take it." Jie glanced at Draven.

Draven directly took out the axe.

Graves ordered a cigar and started loading.

In the air, the sound of the cold wind broke out gradually, and countless people wanted to leave.

But they were all stopped by a quick figure.

"Hey, bluff—" Li Qing punched like a dragon.

Shen opened his eyes wide and looked at the people in despair, gradually falling down.

This is destined to be a bloody night.

On this night, the two forces that once represented Ionia's most dazzling royal power and the highest Shinto were buried.

It started from this night.

Ionia entered the era of no king or god. (To be continued...)

ps: The second update, I was in a bad mood and didn’t know what I wrote.

Sorry everyone.
Chapter completed!