As a veteran death house plus RPG god-level player, although he particularly likes to use modifiers to open and control zhì platforms, Lu Xi, who is still a god-level player, clearly knows that he is currently in a dream, well, or rather, a virtual fantasy simulated by the divine power of the plague king and the kingdom of God. In this world, illusions are generally particularly high-end and high-grade abilities, and those who can create large-scale illusions to simulate a world are god-like levels. The Night Elves' druid masters love to use this trick because they are all literary youths, and the gem dragons are very good at using this trick because they are all large creatures with evil tastes. It's a pity that in Lu Xi's opinion, ordinary people can't find the difference between realistic dreams and reality, because they are all medieval natives who have never seen the world, but this is absolutely impossible to hide Lu Xi, who is bombarded by various explosive information clusters and is also a god-level RPG player.

Because it's so important, I've said it three times.

A strong man with strong mental power and iron will, when he is pulled into the illusion, he can quickly find the clue and rely on his willpower to remove the influence of the illusion and return to the real world, not to mention Lu Xi, a god-level RPG player. Well, it's been said four times. However, the space of the divine realm formed by the power of the rules of the true god can be said to be an illusion, but it can also be called a space fragment between the soul and reality. Although this world does not have the down-to-earth realism of the real world, it is not only the soul and mind that are imprisoned in it, but even the body.

Lu Xi believes that there is no way to return to himself by conventional methods, and his understanding of space magic should still be far inferior to that of anti-system every day. A wind that has always been imitated and never surpassed. This space seems to be full of bad tastes and has no artistic gothic style. After all, it was condensed by the plague king's own godhead and powerful mana, although this world was full of incongruous disobedience for Lu Xi, a well-informed modern person. But he can feel his own reality, not the stasis he felt when he played virtual reality games.

It doesn't seem to be an ordinary illusion, and it's not worn by the soul, but worn by the body through the flesh. Well...... Wear it twice in a lifetime, even if it's the protagonist group of our department, it should be rare, right?

Well, even if I had a way to get out of this world of uncreative and tasteless taste, we wouldn't do it. Since it is to be anal frontal. Let's anal to the end.

With this idea in mind, Lu Xi walked quickly but unhurried towards the Sammanshire-style castle.

Of course, things didn't reach the worst situation that Lu Xi imagined - no matter how you walked, you would be far away from the castle. He had only walked for half an hour before he came to the bottom of the hill, and he was greeted by a bluestone road that could accommodate several riders side by side, and thus extended from the foot of the mountain to the castle at the top of the hill. If you don't choose to keep your body just now, you sprint at full speed. It may only take a few minutes to get there.

Looking up, the castle was facing its own gate, and on the gate, a heraldic flag by Xuanyue was fluttering.

The flag should have been flying over the Henas Peninsula all the time, of course. This was, of course, before the arrival of the Plague King.

Now, the flag is hung again, and in the realm of the Plague King......

Lu Xi probably understood the meaning of this most successful counterattack in history. Anger rose in his chest for a moment, but he deflated it with all his might. In the end, it turned into a cold smile. As a technophile who has graduated from secondary school and is ready to save the world, his anger turns into yelling and brute impulsive behavior. It does look quite hot-blooded and burning, but it doesn't have any use. You must know that reality will always give the brainless blood the most real cruelty. If you want to slay demons, punish evil, and promote good in such a world, you must at least have the determination not to let anger affect your reason...... Besides, that's a bit more forced, isn't it?

Maybe that's the difference between shonen manga and youth manga, right? That's how people grow up.

Lu Xi sighed and stood in front of the gate, listening to the bell ringing almost next to his ears, and watching the two bronze doors open automatically in front of him, revealing the gloomy and dark aisles in the castle, as if a giant beast had opened its mouth and was ready to devour itself.

Such a bridge is really useless in horror movies. Lu Xi didn't even hesitate and strode into the castle. At this time, the world, which was originally empty and seemed to be a dead realm, finally had more "popularity".

Warriors dressed in classical elven or Sammanchar striped armor scattered in the aisles, exhausted and dejected, in groups of three or five, sitting on the floor, closing their eyes, or chanting words. They are well-armed, and the fierce spirit in their eyebrows completely exposes the temperament of the former. They should all be strong soldiers in a hundred battles, and even without the krypton gold dog's eyes to probe, Lu Xi can be sure that among these people, even the weakest, their strength should reach the level of the silver high. And looking around, in the corridors, the number of these soldiers should be more than a hundred.

An army composed entirely of silver and even gold power is not absent in this world. Whether it's Oakland, or Virginia, or even the relatively "sparse" Federation, it is likely to be able to gather far more powerful people than this number. However, this is not really very practical. The first thing we must know is that most of the strong are talented, intelligent and status-worthy people, and these so-called winners in life have more or less unruly and undisciplined sides in their hearts. And the greatest source of the army's combat effectiveness is not the personal heroism of a few strong men, but the fighting spirit, courage, morale and high organization of the most ordinary soldiers. After the modern military reforms carried out by Auckland and the Commonwealth, this became even more apparent. For a general, instead of choosing 100 "strong troops" composed of the former with high silver positions, it is better to have 10,000 ordinary people. Legions with a high degree of organization, compared to the former. The latter is a completely "renewable resource".

In this world, due to the population and the feelings of literary and artistic youth. In the end, only the Night Elves of the Sacred Mountain of Hyjal could only take the route of a complete elite soldier. Even the elves on Twilight Island have gathered a large number of main troops, or cannon fodder troops.

Of course, we have to understand that this is a medieval world with the feudal imperial system as the main body, and the influence of patriarchal blood and royal relatives and nobles on people is still very high. It is not difficult for members of the royal family, or even the great nobles, to organize a small number of strong Janissaries, although it is not necessarily very practical on the real battlefield. But if it's used to brush the grid, it's still excellent.

Now, the castle is home to a large number of strong men, either officers or stormtroopers who are part of various units, and after the troops are scattered, they fight their way out of the siege and then slowly gather together again...... Or maybe they belong to a big person with a lot of status. The product used to brush the forced grid, commonly known as the Royal Janissary is also.

If it is really the latter, coupled with the very obvious appearance of most of these soldiers, the identity of the owner of this castle is revealed. Plus that big flag. and the Xuanyue coat of arms that can be seen everywhere inside the castle can be regarded as very obvious evidence.

Lu Xi really wanted to communicate with these soldiers, but they seemed as if they didn't see him at all. It's still each doing their own thing. They are all powerful warriors, and naturally they also have the concentration and composure that a strong person should have. Even when they were resting, Lu Xi could rarely see too obvious slackness in their expressions. But. Everyone present, no matter how much they disguised it, their bodies were more or less, overtly or implicitly, filled with an aura of despair, which slowly converged into a desolate depression that made it almost impossible to breathe.

Lu Xi looked seriously at a certain Blood Clan warrior lying beside him. Half of his armor had been removed, his abdomen was tightly wrapped in bandages, and there was no blood oozing inside, but there was a stagnant and deep black gas, which was clearly a typical necromantic toxin.

He walked down the hallway and climbed several floors up the stairs. On the way, I met a blood girl dressed as a maid and taking care of the wounded; I saw a large group of men, women, and children who had no combat power, huddled together for warmth, and there were blood clans among them, but most of them turned out to be humans; Lu Xi also saw two "acquaintances", the Earl of Savile and the Countess of Colute of the Blood Clan, remembering that they were both retainers of Miss Yawen, but he didn't say a few words to them.

When Lu Xi came to the door of a hall that looked extremely spacious, he finally saw the figure of Miss True Ancestor.

At this time, Miss Zhenzu, of course, was not the time when she had a hard anus with Kazan before, and the appearance of the monster who was several feet tall and full of aura at the bottom of the gate was naturally still her "original", fourteen or fifteen-year-old stunning beautiful girl appearance. Of course, at this time, she was not wearing the signature purple and black gorgeous dress, but a small silver armor for the rest of her life, and her long hair was tied in a ponytail at the back of her head, which gave her a little more heroic temperament.

However, Miss Zhenzu at this time did not have the charming smile that Lu Xi was familiar with. Like all fourteen or fifteen-year-old girls, she bit her lower lip tightly, not saying a word, her face full of struggle and pain.

Sitting in the hall with Yawen was a young man with the same purple hair, about twenty-four or five years old. His facial features and appearance are seven or eight points similar to Yawen, and he knows that he is a brother and sister at a glance. He has a tall posture and an awe-inspiring bearing, even if he is sitting on the side, he has a sense of sharpness of an unsheathed sword, and indeed there is an indescribable heroism. It's different from a pseudo-mother who claims to be a pure master but strangers will basically misunderstand.,It's precisely because of the "heroism" condensed by this male hormone breath is too obvious.,Although the eyebrows and eyes of this brother are beautiful and exquisite.,But it will never give people any feeling of a sissy.,It's very much in line with the "Prince Charming" or even the "domineering president" that the vast majority of have determined in the Lori era that the "Prince Charming" or even the "domineering president" should be set up.

"This ...... Is it the last moment of the last emperor of the Bloodline? ”

Lu Xi knew a little about the deeds of the last emperor. In fact, although the Bloodline Empire of Henas has a history of thousands of years, with the lifespan of the Bloodline, there were only three emperors in the entire imperial period, and all of them died unexpectedly. Of course, compared to his father, who once sacrificed to the Bloody Lady, and his brother who prostrated to the King of Calamity, the last King Delyakla seemed to be very disciplined and courageous. He did not lead his own people to directly intervene in the Qiming War, but he sheltered the defeated and wounded of the Dawn Alliance, and also secretly provided food, grass and weapons for the Alliance. As for himself, he once saved the life of Marlenee, one of the Twelve Heroes, killed the Abyss Lord Rook Fahad, and is even said to have assassinated the King of the Rock Hide, but unfortunately it was unsuccessful.

According to the orthodox view of history, he fought with Kazan's army until the last moment, and finally burned himself to death in the last fortress, the Xuanyue Palace, with his whole family and loyal followers, in order not to be enslaved and humiliated by the Bone King. And his only remaining relative, and the only remaining true ancestor of the blood clan, Yawen? Princess Moonlight soon succumbed to the Plague King's power, and the Henas Peninsula entered the Age of the Undead.

Of course, now Lu Xi knows that King Delyakla did not burn himself, but let his sister Yawen devour his own body and the whole family's body. Let his physical body become the last capital of the blood clan's revenge after a thousand years.

"This must be the original situation, right?" Lu Xi thought secretly: "Kazan pulled me in, is it just to let me watch historical dramas?" ”

At this time, King Del Yakla opened his mouth and showed a sad expression: "Yawen, you have to make a decision. The future of our family, our family, must depend on your choice. ”

“…… But, but, brother, I ......."

"I've thought about it seriously, Kazan is also a true god after all, and it is not difficult for him to reshape his body. Although his methods are somewhat cruel, which one of the superiors is not like this? At least I can be sure that he really loves you. With him, you may really be happy. ”

…… Huh?

"Obeying the strong is not necessarily a bad thing sometimes. You are married to the Plague King, and you are the Queen of the Gods, so that the status of the Moon Clan in Henas will not be affected too much. We have been defeated, but now we only need to share the rule with the victors, not become slaves. If you think about it, what a lucky thing this is! Awen, we just need you to make a little sacrifice......"

Hey, hey, hey! Got the wrong script, right? (To be continued......)

PS: It's time to get to the imperial capital, and this time should be a little unstable, but it's only a matter of a week or two. Well, just sauce purple