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Chapter 39: The Demon King Arrives


January 1, fourteen thousand and three years in the Holy Calendar The historian recorded on that day: "There was a big star with multiple rays and four colors of brilliance, which came from the sky, crossed the sky and fell into the western continent."

People in the Western Continent simply call this day the Demon Conquering Day, because today, a huge dynasty that occupies an extremely vast territory begins to rise, and the founding emperor who founded this dynasty with the title of Demon King is also because of this.

Days began to slowly change.

The giant rock wilderness in the southwest of the Western Continent has become a famous ghost in the Western Continent since the barbarian tribe that ruled this wilderness was exterminated sixteen years ago.

The whistling yellow dust swept across the wilderness.

It was said that the souls of the slaughtered barbarians were complaining to heaven.

Not many people from the Western Continent dare to go deep into this wilderness.

Only the large legions of the Black Cloud Empire, which have been fighting against the East for sixteen years, have troops passing by from time to time and attacking towards the north.

There are more than two million troops stationed in the northern countries of the Western Continent, relying on advanced agriculture and metallurgy to take the initiative in the war.

However, the Black Cloud Empire's army, which is not afraid of death, surges in like a tide, offsetting the army's strength and armaments. point advantage.

The top management doesn't seem to be in a hurry to decide the winner with the Black Cloud Empire.

The two sides have to have a large-scale battle every year, and then like wounded tigers, they retreat to their lairs and wounds.

Anyway, the countries in the Western Continent suffered the heaviest casualties every time.

For me, the people who died were not their own, so there was nothing to worry about.

Yang Tian, ​​the prince of the Principality of Saint-Dore, is just sixteen years old now.

He also has a name that conforms to the customs of the Western Continent, but people close to him, including his mother, several special Longxiang generals stationed in the Western Continent, and his swordsmanship teacher, all habitually call him this.

A name full of oriental colors.

His mother, now the Grand Duchess of Saint-Dore, is the woman that Yang Wei occupied by some disgraceful means sixteen years ago.

She rules this small country with a population of more than five million.

For various unexplainable reasons, the garrison leader He treated Saint-Dore in a different light, with no taxes and no corvee, and he did not recruit soldiers from Saint-Dore when he used troops against the Black Cloud Kingdom.

Of course, these extraordinary treatments are tacitly followed by a few senior generals in the military every year.

As for the senior officials in other departments, they have no idea that there is such a country in the conquered Western Continent that can be said to be a paradise.

When the star fell into the boulder wilderness, Yang Tian happened to lead hundreds of guards to hunt black bears near the border.

Being young and curious, he didn't call his guards and directly chased in that direction.

The guards who hurriedly caught up and tried to persuade Yang Tian were scolded by Yang Tian and accused of being cowards and afraid of death.

Yang Tian angrily scolded: "Yes, there are small groups of troops from the Black Cloud Empire appearing nearby recently, but are you so cowardly?

What kind of warriors do you think you are?"

The Western swordsman in the escort shrugged helplessly, while the other dozen or so elite Tiger and Wolf Army soldiers were filled with murderous aura and ran away after Yang Tian without saying a word.

This small group of people walked for two days and had penetrated more than 200 miles into the boulder wilderness, which was where the army was at its weakest.

The ground is covered with black oval boulders, pointing toward the sky in weird postures.

Desolate weeds spread in all directions, and yellow-brown dust was blown up by the strong wind, filling Yang Tian's mouth and nostrils.

All of them looked gray and dirty.

A Black Cloud Empire harassment squad of about five hundred people, wearing black iron helmets similar to bull heads on their heads and sturdy black iron armor on their bodies, was slowly searching for Yang Tian and the others.

Neither side was aware of this.

According to common sense, soldiers and even people from various countries in the Western Continent rarely entered the boulder wilderness, so there were not many shots of such sudden encounters between the two sides.

Therefore, when the two sides got closer to less than 20 meters in the strong wind, they were both stunned for a moment.

They stared at each other for about 20 seconds before they let out a loud shout at the same time and drew out their weapons. , rushed towards each other.

As for Yang Tian, ​​he had long been controlled by several elite soldiers of the Tiger and Wolf Army, put him on horseback and ran towards the rear.

Yang Tian roared angrily: "What are you doing?

Let me go.

Do you want me to be a deserter?"

A cold voice enveloped the entire battlefield, and said slowly: "Besides being a deserter, what else can you do now, my dear..."

The last few words were vague and were muffled by the speaker.

Before the soldiers from both sides came into contact, a huge cyan wind blade was pulled up from the ground and swept across the entire battlefield.

The wind blade was extremely psychic and did not harm Yang Tian's people, but all the soldiers of the Black Cloud Empire, and their horses , all of them were cut into pieces, and pieces of meat fell to the ground in a rain of blood.

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Several of Yang Tian's guards exclaimed and protected Yang Tian tightly.

In front of such a terrifying enemy, they had no chance to escape.

The other guards formed their most familiar defensive formations and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

A silver-white figure slowly emerged from the wind and sand.

His long black hair was spread down to his waist.

His tall figure, handsome face, and dark eyes exuded a thrilling and evil light.

A powerful aura enveloped the entire venue, and Yang Tian's guards could not even move a little finger.

They watched helplessly as this strange and terrifying man approached Yang Tian.

Yang Tian, ​​who was placed on the horse's back, struggled to get off the horse.

He ignored the man's majestic momentum and strode up to him.

He looked up at the face that was a head taller than him and stretched out his hand. , said loudly: "I, Yang Tian."

The man laughed softly, held his hand, and said lightly: "I am Long Feng...

However, you can also call me Yang Feng.

The name is just a symbol and has no meaning."

A thirty-year-old Tiger and Wolf Army soldier next to him let out a faint groan: "Oh my god..."

His eyes were fixed on Long Feng's face, and he almost knelt down.

Long Feng smiled softly and said slowly: "Dear Prince of Saint-Dore, it is not a wise decision to enter the wilderness of giant rocks with such a small number of people...

Are you looking for something?

" Yang Tian nodded and said, "Yes, I'm looking for a meteor, and he fell near here."

Long Feng smiled evilly: "No need to search, you can't find it...

However, the fact that you can meet me means you are lucky.

Can you let me go with you?"

Yang Tian was silent and stared at Long Feng deeply.

Long Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "I think I have extraordinary magical ability.

No mage in the entire continent can be my opponent.

You have just seen my power.

I can help you.

Of course. , if you think I am of no use, I can go back to my own country."

Yang Tian licked his lips and asked in a solemn voice: "How can I believe that you will sincerely help me?"

Long Feng bent down slightly and said to Yang Tian's face less than ten centimeters away: "This is a gamble.

Do you think I will sincerely help you?"

Yang Tian gently stretched out his hand, and the two held it together again.

The heart and blood were all beating at the same rate.

Yang Tian nodded heavily and said, "Okay, I trust you, but what can you do for me?"

Long Feng laughed: "It depends on what you want to do.

If you want to rape civilian women on the street, I will help you snatch them away; if you want to rape other countries in the whole world, I will help you kill people.

It's simple.

Isn't it just that, do you want to play with a little girl, or do you want to play with the world?"

Yang Tian laughed: "I don't have such a big appetite to play with the world.

The most I can do is play with the little girl, and then play with the Principality of Saint-Dore...

The world is not ours to fight for."

Long Feng smiled and said nothing, and swung out a fierce palm, causing Yang Tian's twelve guards to explode and die.

The surrounding guards screamed again and again, pointing their weapons at Long Feng.

Long Feng smiled evilly: "They were planted by some forces around you.

I solved it for you.

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You should thank me."

The purple light in Yang Tian's eyes kept flashing, he smiled ferociously, and said coldly: "Thank you very much.

Although I have wanted to kill them for a long time, I can't cause trouble for my mother, otherwise..."

Long Feng leaned close to his ear and said softly: "Yes, you have inherited the mental skills of two levels of Heavenly Demon Art.

If you can't deal with these weak creatures, what are you doing, right?"

Yang Tian was shocked, and he began to wake up a little.

He answered him gently: "No wonder, we really look alike..."

Long Feng smiled evilly: "Yes, after all, they are all related to a certain old ghost, so you don't have to be afraid that I will betray you...

When you understand the matter here, I will go back to handle my own affairs. .clear" Yang Tian nodded deeply.

Long Feng lamented in his heart.

After being manipulated by Yang Wei, he was actually thrown into this ghost place as a nanny, and had to accomplish such an almost miraculous thing.

It was simply unreasonable.

However, it’s right to think about it.

People from the demon clan don’t care what the laws of nature are.

January 7, Fourteen Thousand and Three Years Ago Yang Tian and his party returned to Saint-Dore City and immediately reported that they were attacked in the Boulder Wilderness and twelve guards were killed.

The 300,000-strong army stationed near Saint-Dore was mobilized urgently and sent two vanguard troops to conduct a clearing operation within a radius of 500 miles.

They killed more than 5,000 people from the Black Cloud Empire's harassment squad and taught Black a little lesson.

The presidential headquarters of the Cloud Empire.

Longfeng was wrapped in a black robe reserved for mages from the Western Continent, even his head was covered tightly.

He announced to the outside world that he was a newly hired mid-level mage from Saint Dor, and he served as the assistant to Yang Tian, ​​the crown prince of Saint Dor.

Magic teacher.

There was no reaction to Long Feng's hiring, but the hiring of a magic teacher by Saint Dor for the prince made several neighboring countries in the Western Continent almost laugh out loud.

Everyone knew that Yang Tian's specialty was fighting spirit and swordsmanship, but this time he actually Another magician was hired, who clearly wanted to use both magic and martial arts, but no one was optimistic about Yang Tian's development prospects.

Long Feng was arranged in the side hall on the left side of Yang Tian's dormitory.

The one on the right housed Yang Tian's swordsmanship teacher since childhood, a barbarian who was extremely rare nowadays, a barbarian who was missing his right arm, and a barbarian who only used his left hand. , defeated one hundred and thirty-five barbarians who had applied for swordsmanship.

At night, Yang Tian was doing his exercises cross-legged in his dormitory, and began to practice the third level of the Heavenly Demon Art that Long Feng threw to him.

Long Feng walked out of his own door bored and helpless, and knocked out more than ten palace maids and guards around him.

He flew straight across the courtyard and arrived at the door of the barbarian swordsman.

He knocked on the door extremely gently. .

The entire teak door was shattered by the violent energy flow, and the fragments roared into the hall, gathering into the shape of a big sword, and struck the barbarian who woke up and rushed out with the big sword in the chest. .

The big man who was thirty centimeters taller than Long Feng exhaled, and a faint white light surged from his body.

He swung his left hand violently, and the giant sword nearly a person tall whizzed towards the wind blade composed of sawdust.

The edge of the sword.

With a bang, the big man's giant sword shattered, and his whole body flew back more than three meters, hitting the pillar behind him heavily.

Long Feng's sword was also split open by the big man and dissipated invisible.

The big man roared angrily: "You, why did you attack me?

Don't I serve His Highness the same as you?"

Long Feng said lightly: "It's different.

I will never allow an idiot and incompetent guy to serve as his teacher, but you seem to be so-so and can be used.

But remember, you'd better serve Yang truly and loyally."

God, otherwise, since someone can cut off your right hand, I can cut off your head.”

With the help of the moonlight, the big man saw Long Feng's face clearly, his whole body trembled violently, and he shouted wildly: "Oh my God, it's impossible, he is already dead, you..."

Long Feng slowly disappeared from the spot, leaving behind a few cold words: "In this world, anything can happen.

However, I am not the person you think."

Yang Tian stood in the corridor outside his bedroom, watching this scene quietly.

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Long Feng, who appeared from the center of the courtyard, smiled at him, nodded, and slowly untied the acupuncture points of the palace maids and guards who had been knocked unconscious by him.

He slowly walked back to his room and fell asleep with his head covered.

The palace guards who were alarmed by the loud noise just swarmed over.

Yang Tian smiled evilly and said, "It doesn't matter.

A small meteor rushed into Teacher Genu's room.

It's not a big deal."

The guards looked at Genu who was in a mess.

In the room, I was in a daze for a while, walked away wisely, and forgot about this incident as soon as possible.

Yang Tian slowly walked to the injured Genu and said softly: "Teacher, are you okay?"

Genu sighed slightly: "It seems that I can't stay here any longer."

Yang Tian shook his head: "It doesn't matter, he won't do anything to you.

If I'm not wrong, he will definitely obey all my instructions.

Just feel free to be my swordsmanship teacher.

Your swordsmanship is really very effective. ."

Genu nodded and sighed sadly.

He, the most powerful warrior of the barbarians, was kidnapped as a gladiator after the war.

If Yang Tian hadn't bought him with three gold coins, he would have died after a duel with fifty giant lions. dropped.

Although he knew that Yang Tian had some kind of relationship with Yang Wei who massacred all his people, he had long since smoothed his edges and all he could think about was how to survive.

He had no thoughts of revenge and he did not dare to get up.

Such thoughts.

In less than an hour, Yang Tian's power had more than tripled.

He was as ecstatic about Long Feng as a money-grubber who saw a gold mine.

He had some guesses as to why Long Feng came and where it came from, but these were not important.

What was important was that Long Feng would give him the ability to treat the whole world like a little girl.

At this moment, if he knew the final result of the entire plan, I am afraid that he, who had just turned sixteen, would be stunned and doubt the possibility of success.

However, for some creatures who are drinking in a black palace, intrigues are the joy of life.

Without plots, tricks, and massacres of blood and evil, their existence would be meaningless

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