July 7, 199, Tianlong Calendar.

At the hour of Yin, midnight at 3:00.

Outside Zhengyang Gate, civil and military ministers were wearing official uniforms and arranged their positions neatly according to their grades.

Under the light, everyone's faces were full of confusion and anxiety.

The king has been depressed for a month and ten days, and now he is going to go to court?

Is he going to work hard again?

Will the chaos in Tianlong and Jiuzhou completely end today?

No one can give an answer.

The only thing the ministers can do is wait.

Time passes slowly, and the night fades away.

Five o'clock in the morning, Mao hour.

Crunch...

The heavy door is open.

The ministers entered Zhengyang Gate one after another, passed through three alleys and five gates, and came outside the Golden Palace.

Outside the majestic and solemn hall, it is cold and quiet.

There was no one on the left and right, and there was not even half of the imperial guards guarding the hall gate.

The ministers looked around and became more and more uneasy.

Too unusual.

clang!

A loud bell echoed in the palace.

The door of the Golden Palace is open.

Lin Dong stood at the gate of the hall with no expression on his face and shouted in a deep voice: "At the hour of Mao, all the ministers will come to court."

The ministers did not dare to neglect and stepped into the Golden Palace in an orderly manner.

Two men in ancient blue palace robes stood on the steps and shouted loudly: "The king is here!"

Emperor Jiu, the king of the Tianlong Kingdom, was wearing a five-clawed golden dragon robe, a golden dragon crown, raised his head and raised his chest, and walked towards him with great strides.

"kneel!"

"Long live my emperor!"

The ministers immediately bowed their hands together, bent down and kneeled, and then folded their hands together, placed them in front of their foreheads, and knocked their heads down.

The king was not angry and was arrogant. He sat down on the pure golden dragon chaise, waved his hand gently, and said majestic: "Flat."

"Thank you, my emperor!"

The ministers stood up together.

The king said lightly: "For the past month, I have been seriously ill and have been recuperating. Now I am cured. I am concerned about the gods and the people."

"My emperor is wise!" The ministers spoke in unison.

The king smiled slightly and nodded, "Then let's start. If you have something to do, just report it."

...

Under the palace, there was a dead silence.

In the dim light, warriors wearing black armor stood in hand with long swords.

A sound like thunder resounded: "Move."

In an instant, heavy footsteps spread in all directions.

There are five gates in the huge palace.

Gao, ku, pheasant, urge, road.

Each sect has heavy troops stationed, and each of the Forbidden City is 100,000.

Purple armor, only the imperial guards who directly belong to the king, are qualified to wear it, symbolizing nobility and mystery.

But at this moment, the five gates combined with 500,000 Forbidden City, and the purple armor with extremely strong defense was covered with blood.

The Qilin Army, wearing the black Qilin armor, suddenly emerged from under the imperial city.

"Shut!"

A spear came like rain, and a large area was destroyed in an instant.

"arrow!"

The Forbidden City fought back quickly.

"Yu!"

The Black Dragon Army soldiers raised their hands and raised their shields high, gathering into an extremely huge shield, protecting everyone under them, and no one was injured.

"Shou!"

The rain of arrows fell and the Forbidden City turned to guard.

"bundle!"

Black iron chains shot from all directions, dividing all the Forbidden City, and then, Feilian began to harvest.

Screams kept coming.

The Forbidden City was not bad at all elite troops, but was caught off guard. In addition, the terrain was narrow and unable to be used, and it fell down one by one like harvesting wheat.

The war broke out quickly, but it ended quickly.

In just ten minutes, blood was thrown and corpses were piled up.

Five Gate and 500,000 imperial guards, no one left.

The Qilin Army and the Black Dragon Army each suffered some losses, but there were still about 400,000.

The army remained silent.

A black dragon carving frame came slowly.

The one who pulled the cart was nine dragon blood horses with deer antlers.

The ninth-grade ferocious beast is black all over, strong and powerful, with a hoof of thousands of pounds!

The curtain was lifted, and a man wearing black armor and a hideous mask on his face appeared in front of everyone.

Immediately, the entire army knelt on the ground.

The man raised his hand gently and said calmly: "My."

Everyone stood up, the entire military formation and the five soldiers gathered towards the Golden Palace.

"Report!"

In the Golden Palace, a general was wearing armor and came in blood, disheveled hair, with a bleak face, and knelt down and shouted wildly: "My emperor! Five gates meet the enemy, and 500,000 Forbidden City were killed! The enemy is heading towards...uh..."

A black arrow penetrated his heart.

The ministers were shocked.

thump.

The general fell to the ground, and there was no sound again.

Step on...

Footsteps sounded.

Heavy, depressing.

The black armor arrived neatly, the weapons in his hands were dull, but they exuded a fierce murderous intent.

The king, sitting upright on the dragon throne, stood up with a cold look as cold as ice.

The army lined up on both sides of the hall gate.

The man wearing a hideous mask carried his hands behind his back, climbed up the steps, and slowly appeared in front of everyone.

"audacious in the extreme!"

The king spoke calmly, neither fast nor slow.

"Protect the Lord!" someone shouted.

The civil and military ministers retreated one after another and approached the position of the king.

The guards of the king appeared from all directions, with cold and cold weapons and layered, protecting the king in the rear.

The man wearing the black unicorn armor slowly raised his hand and pinched the hideous mask on his face.
To be continued...