"Your Majesty, you must think that I'm a traitor …"
The Master of the Blood Pact smiled, but his eyes were cold. "That's right! I am indeed! But in this world, the winner takes all … "
"Brat!"
Shang Jie was furious, but in an instant, his expression changed. He fell straight to the ground, almost coughing up blood.
"Have you forgotten, Your Majesty?"
The Master of the Blood Pact helped him up with good will. "The Twelve Metal Men were destroyed, and Your Majesty suffered from the Metal Fiend's backlash. You've already wasted countless of my treasures to live until now …"
"What do you want to do to me?"
Shang Jie's expression changed. Although there was no such thing as forcing the emperor to order the nobles in this world, there were records of such things in history.
However, he had a stubborn personality. In Wu Ming's previous life, he was someone like Qin Shi Huang. If he was the Emperor of Han Xian, he would definitely suffer a miserable fate.
"There's no need to think too much, Your Majesty. I have no intention of ruling the world …"
The Master of the Blood Pact's wise gaze seemed to see through Shang Jie, looking straight into his heart. "The Divine Path, the Immortal Path … the Hundred Schools of Thought, the Three Religions, and the Nine Schools of Thought are all unwilling to see the Shang Dynasty rise again!"
Shang Jie was furious, but then he fell into an indescribable silence. If he was unwilling to face reality before, today's great defeat had finally shattered the last bit of pride in his heart.
Thinking about how the world had changed owners, and how the thousand-year foundation of his ancestors no longer existed, his heart instantly turned to ashes. He could not even light up a bit of anger.
"Looks like Your Majesty is ready to die …"
The Master of the Blood Pact smiled. "That's good … but I have one last thing that I hope Your Majesty can help me with!"
"You …"
Shang Jie faintly felt that the Master of the Blood Pact's goal was different from what he had imagined. But before he could say anything, his body stiffened, and he could not even open his mouth.
"Your Majesty, have you not noticed the difference in your body?"
The Master of the Blood Pact had a look of pity. "Baleful energy has entered your body, and you're a monster born from the Last Dragon pattern. You'll be completely different from ordinary monsters … If you refine your corpse with a superior corpse refining technique, you might become a corpse king, comparable to an Earth Immortal, and even suppress the fate of a person or sect!"
Even though Shang Jie had lost his kingdom, he was still the ruler of the nineteen prefectures! As long as he wasn't dead and the last wisp of Emperor's Qi in his body didn't dissipate, it was the best flesh and blood material for many sects and evil cultivators!
In fact, even the Daoist Sects would not reject it.
At this moment, when he heard this, Shang Jie's eyes almost split apart from rage, and he wished for nothing more than to die so as to avoid being humiliated at the hands of despicable people.
"… Of course, if that's the case, it would still be a waste!"
The Lord of the Blood Pact rambled on as if he was chatting about family matters. "If there really is a Corpse Refinement King, how can it compare to Ji Yi's Dazhou Ancestral Dragon? If you can withstand the backlash of the heavenly punishment, you can almost fight against a Perfected Immortal! "
Of course, if he really wanted to refine a living founding ancestor into a zombie, it would also be a heaven-defying act. The difficulty was no less than Shang Jie refining the Twelve Metal Colossi, and he was just joking.
"But to me … Your Majesty is the most suitable person for this matter. I need Your Majesty's help!"
At this moment, Shang Jie's lips were wriggling. Clearly, he had many things to say, but he couldn't say a single word. He could only watch as the Lord of the Blood Pact spoke to himself.
First, he stripped Shang Jie of all his clothes. At this moment, Shang Jie had already undergone a transformation. Fine scales grew on his body, and he looked a little different from a normal person. However, the Lord of the Blood Pact didn't seem to care at all. Then, he used precious spiritual ink and spiritual brush to draw a small formation on Shang Jie's body.
Then, he took out a black leather pouch that seemed to contain the power of a mustard seed. Several pieces of metal the size of a millstone were taken out and placed on the ground. The light on them was dim, and they carried the baleful aura that Shang Jie was very familiar with.
"Wuuu …"
Seeing this, even Shang Jie struggled with all his might.
"Not bad … It seems that Your Majesty still recognizes this. This is the remains of the Twelve Metal Colossi …"
The Lord of the Blood Pact smiled. "This item is envied by the heavens. It was destroyed by the Earth Dragon and Heavenly Lightning, and it fell to the ground and turned to dust. Even I can only grab a little bit … The heavens are constant, and there is always a chance of survival. This is it!"
"That's right … I want to reforge the Twelve Metal Colossi …"
He looked at Shang Jie with an increasingly gentle gaze. "The Twelve Metal Colossi that can suppress the heavens and fuse with the Earth Dragon are too heaven-defying. They are also precious treasures that can stabilize the fate of a nation. Even if Your Majesty puts everything on the line and succeeds by a fluke, it will still be taken by others!
"However, with Your Majesty as a foundation, I need to take a shortcut. I don't need to force the Twelve Metal Colossi to be perfect, nor do I need to stabilize the fate of a nation. Naturally, the backlash will be smaller. With Your Majesty's help … I'm confident!"
He knew his own people very well.
Although he had the ability and the means, he was still far from the level of Brahma and the Sword Immortal who had appeared today.
The Twelve Metal Colossi were too heaven-defying. If they succeeded, they would shock the heavens and the earth, and the gods and ghosts would weep. The almighty beings of the Three Realms would not be able to resist the temptation to act.
Three would be attracted before he succeeded, but how many would be attracted if he succeeded?
That was why he had to settle for the next best thing. Although he was prepared to use the remains of Shang Jie and the Twelve Metal Colossi to refine a Divine Artifact, it wouldn't be so heaven-defying.
For the sake of this plan, he had even given up on many meritorious deeds and hid in the Shang Imperial Palace, enduring silently until now!
"If I succeed in refining the Divine Artifact … I have other ways to increase its power and silently make up for it …"
With the backing of the Prime Shrine and the myriad worlds, there were many ways to do so.
The Lord of the Blood Pact murmured, "If that's the case … then I can finally walk out of that person's shadow, right?"
At this thought, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He glanced at Shang Jie, who couldn't speak, and a pearl appeared in his hand.
Although his heart was already dead, when he saw the pearl, Shang Jie still trembled violently.
The pearl was as large as a fist, bright yellow and translucent like amber. Most importantly, there was a small black bird frozen within it.
The aura of the Mandate of Heaven could not be hidden from Shang Jie no matter what.
"A whole five thousand meritorious deeds in exchange for a bit of the Mandate of Heaven … It's the most suitable Divine Artifact Soul Essence, but it's still lacking one last shred of spiritual opportunity!"
The Lord of the Blood Pact thought to himself and began to chant the incantation again.
Whoosh whoosh!
Balls of bright will-o '-the-wisps lit up in all directions, illuminating the many complicated rituals on the ground.
As the flames licked, the gold pieces on the ground also slowly melted. Traces of golden liquid filled the formation, rippling with vast power. An invisible force field spread out, silently and swiftly spreading throughout the entire palace.
"Hmm? This is … "
On the square, the expression of the officer who was guarding changed!
Whoosh whoosh!
Under his gaze, the black aura in the square was rapidly decreasing, and in the end, only a thin layer of grey fog was left.
"Someone is casting a spell and absorbing the baleful aura!"
"And … it's not one of us!"
At this thought, the officer's expression changed. "Such painstaking effort, could it be the remnants of the Great Shang?"
But in the next moment, before he could send his troops to capture the palace, the monsters that had lost the nourishment of the baleful aura instantly looked outside.
"Not good! Without the Dragon Sha, these monsters will automatically seek blood and food! "
"And after absorbing so much baleful aura, it will definitely become more difficult to control!"
The officer's scalp went numb. "Be on guard!"
However, before he could shout out the next order, those black dragonmen monsters immediately turned their heads, and their blood-red eyes aimed in this direction.
"Roar roar!"
In just an instant, dozens of black shadows tore through the void, fiercely killing their way into the battle formation.
Poof!
Ding ding!
With the protection of dragon scales, ordinary swords, sabers, halberds, and crossbows had no effect on them at all. Their dragon claws were even comparable to divine weapons, and they came and went like the wind. They were simply meat grinders on the battlefield.
With a slight daze, they tore through the defense line and began to kill wantonly among the soldiers, searching for blood and food.
"These monsters are at least equivalent to Grandmasters. No! Grandmaster level martial artists! "
Looking at the black fog dissipating, hundreds of figures appeared on the square, and in the center, there was an extremely strong dragonman monster that was almost twice the height of his companions. A bitter smile instantly appeared on the officer's face.
"They come and go like the wind, have the Dragon Sha, and are impenetrable by Taoist techniques …"
With just one encounter, he estimated that unless he mobilized over ten thousand soldiers to surround and suppress them, this wave of monsters would be completely annihilated!
"Fortunately, His Majesty is at the periphery!"
The officer rolled his eyes, immediately turned around, turned into a stream of light, and ran away!
Doing something despite knowing that it was impossible was the behavior of a fool.
There were also different branches of the militarists, and it was not the style of his branch to face danger alone.
Anyway, Shengjing was already in such a mess. What harm was there in more chaos?
Moreover, thinking of his previous gains, this time, he would not be seen as fleeing in the face of battle. Instead, he might even be rewarded.
…
"What? There's a calamity of baleful aura in the palace? "
Hearing the report, Ji Yi frowned again. The current him still treated Shengjing as the future imperial capital. After all, it had formed a psychological stereotype for a thousand years.
"That's right … some baleful aura has formed evil creatures … Only tens of thousands of soldiers can go down. Or if we delay for a few days, I will take the lead and use the Heavenly Grand Ritual for 36 days to suppress it. However, it will not be suitable for people to live in from then on!"
Daoist Yu Qing bowed. "Using Zhou to replace Shang and changing the imperial capital is also fate!"
"Report! General You Shi, Li Li, requests an audience! "
At this moment, another soldier came forward and knelt on the ground.
"Pass!"
Ji Yi frowned. Then, he saw the lieutenant from before holding a red sandalwood box. He quickly walked in and kowtowed, raising his hands above his head. "Your Majesty, rejoice! I found the Imperial Jade Seal in the palace and am here to present it! "
"Imperial Jade Seal?!"
Ji Yi was shocked and suddenly stood up. "Quick, show it to me!"
The concept of inheritance in this world was still quite strong. At least with this, Ji Yi's righteousness would be even more solid. It was a huge plus in politics. Of course, he understood and was immediately moved.
"Yes!"
Li Li presented it happily. After opening the lid of the box, there was indeed a jade seal inside. It was half a foot square, crystal clear, and there were blood patterns inside. There was a horned dragon on it, simple and high-spirited, and there were eight large words at the bottom. It was' Receive the Mandate of Heaven, Live Forever '!
"Your Majesty, there's a trick to this seal!"
Daoist Yu Qing's expression changed to one of surprise.
In the next moment …
Boom!
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