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Wang Huo's face was as red as fire. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't.
Okay, let’s discuss this here for now. We will discuss this matter again.
Seeing that the situation was out of control, Duan Tianming decisively suspended the meeting. This was a helpless disagreement.
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The Luji Kingdom is located in a small divine domain. This small divine domain called the "New Shang Continent" was originally a deserted land where ordinary human beings migrated, to the establishment of the Luji Kingdom and the large-scale development of the divine domain, and then to the subsequent two thousand years of regression.
At this time, only one country could barely survive in this land using purely material production methods.
At this time, the royal capital was already in chaos. The ministers of the kingdom were arguing loudly, and the young king above seemed a little at a loss.
"King, we can't wait any longer. This invasion is fundamentally different from the previous ones. The numerous invasions over the past century have already exhausted our national strength."
An old minister standing in the front seat saluted and said.
The old minister's hair and beard were all white, and he looked quite old, which also meant that he had experienced a hundred years of war.
"King, our Luji Kingdom is no longer able to fight. The previous two resistance wars have almost exhausted the methods left by our ancestors."
A military officer nearby also stepped forward and spoke.
This general is burly and looks like a veteran general. He is obviously the guardian general of the Luji Kingdom - Wuchang.
At this time, the Luji Kingdom had reached a critical moment of survival. All means had been exhausted and it was no longer able to resist this invasion, which was far more severe than the previous two.
"What can I do? The statue of our ancestors is in front of this hall, and the oath to counterattack the Shang Continent is still engraved on my head. Although our Luji Kingdom has been declining in strength after a thousand years of decline, do I really have to give up our dreams and bend the backbones that our ancestors have worked so hard to uphold like those gods?"
The young king above was very angry. No king was willing to be the ruler of a fallen country. This might not only be about personal interests, but also the fate of a family and a race.
"Your Majesty, our Luji Kingdom is no longer able to fight, but our people will never forget our history. I, your humble servant, am willing to lead our human warriors to fight for our Luji Kingdom once again and become our nation's last shield."
Wuchang stood in the center of the hall with his hands clasped together. The soldiers of the Luji Kingdom were all capable of fighting, but this kingdom was facing a century-long war of aggression and the contemporary genius of the gods. This was a battle that would decide life and death.
"Although our Luji Kingdom is no longer able to fight, this old minister, Yuan, leads all our ministers to charge into the front to express to our human ancestors that our Luji Kingdom has not forgotten their wishes."
"However, things have developed to this point. I, this old minister, hope that the king can leave a final seed for our human race. Even if we cannot escape the fate of being enslaved by the gods, our Shang race's history of resisting the gods cannot be cut off, and our human race's spirit must be passed on."
The leading old minister stepped forward again, turned around, and bowed to the stone statue at the entrance of the hall. The stone statue was left behind by the ancestor who developed this divine realm. Judging from its appearance, it was extremely similar to the Human Emperor.
"Impossible. Our ancestors set a great ambition back then. Even if our race was exterminated, we would not coexist with the Gods. And now you are going to leave me and let me and the people of Luji Kingdom live in disgrace?"
"If we're going to die together, let's die together. Our ancestors came here specifically with a spiritual device that could destroy the Divine Realm. They wanted us, their descendants, to fight to the death with the Divine Clan in this difficult moment. If we can use this 'Divine Destruction Lock' to bury this generation's Divine Clan's genius along with them, then we, the Luji lineage, can finally face our ancestors in the afterlife."
The young king seemed to have the aura of a king, and this aura was integrated with the words engraved on his head. In an instant, a sense of harmony emerged. That sense of harmony spread from the palace hall to the statue outside the hall, and then through the statue to the sun in the south.
That is the true spirit of ordinary human beings or the human race, and there may not be many of this kind of spirit left.
A light shield began to form, and this shield gradually expanded from the royal palace. Some of the originally captured gods and spirits who did not belong to ordinary human beings were excluded from the range of this light shield. This was the last resort left by the ancestors to protect future generations.
In the center of this light shield, a locked ball of spiritual power has begun the countdown, which is truly a fight to the death.
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In schools across the Kingdom of Luji, history is the most popular subject. At this moment, in the highest institution of learning in the capital, the Heritage University, an old man who was giving a lecture was moved as he looked at the light shield that passed through his body.
He cried, he shed tears on the podium.
The appearance of this light shield is equivalent to chronic death, which is something every old person knows. The sadness spread through the school to every city and every rural area. The human race who is well aware of history has already understood their own destiny.
The old man's crying made the children start crying too, and the crying of the old and children also infected the women. Then, the man in the family also started crying. This was the sorrow of the country being destroyed, this was the pain of losing everything.
What makes these people most bitter is not the fate of becoming slaves, but the last wish of their ancestors. It seems that the will of their ancestors cannot be fulfilled. Even the heroic and high-spirited people of the human race set foot on this divine land with their dreams. They were born in the Shang Dynasty's hundred years of struggle. They knew the glory of the Shang Dynasty and the glory of the human race.
The old man stood up, picked up the history book again, and opened the first lesson that he had taught countless times.
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