Chapter 180 Sword Pointing at the Royal Court
The next morning, just as the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon.
"Woo-woo-woo-woo-"
The desolate and heavy sound of the ox horn, accompanied by the dull war drums, awakened the sleeping Yanmen Pass.
Inside the central command tent.
Tang Li was awakened by a slight metallic scraping sound.
She opened her eyes and saw Pei Yunjing standing by the screen in front of the bed, arms outstretched, letting two guards dress him in that heavy silver armor.
He is different today.
Shedding his usual flowing robes, he now wore a suit of silver armor that gleamed coldly, making his posture appear even more upright and sturdy, exuding an aura of menace that made people afraid to look directly at him.
"woke up?"
Upon hearing the commotion, Pei Yunjing waved his hand, signaling his guards to step back.
He walked to the bedside, about to say something, but Tang Li had already lifted the covers, supporting her still somewhat weak body, and got out of bed barefoot.
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Pei Yunjing frowned, just about to carry her back.
"Don't move."
Tang Li pressed his hand down, picked up the black battle robe that was placed to the side, stood on tiptoe, and draped it over Pei Yunjing's shoulders.
She didn't cry and wail like a typical woman seeing her husband off to war, nor did she advise him to be kind or careful.
She simply stretched out her slender fingers, threaded them through the cold gaps in the armor, and carefully and meticulously tied the ties of his battle robe, making a beautiful knot.
Then, she picked up a hideous black iron mask from the tray beside her.
That's a Shura mask.
The Great Sheng's God of War would only wear it during a war of annihilation that was a fight to the death.
Once the mask is put on, humans and ghosts are separated, leaving no survivors.
Tang Li held the mask, looking at Pei Yunjing's incomparably handsome face.
"Should I wear it?" she asked softly.
"Wear it." Pei Yunjing looked down at her, "I'm afraid it will frighten you."
Because when he kills someone, he looks terrible and crazy.
"I'm not afraid."
Tang Li smiled, stood on tiptoe, and personally placed that cold mask on his face.
“Clatter.”
The mask was fastened, revealing only a pair of deep, dark phoenix eyes that were now filled with tenderness.
Tang Li reached out and gently patted his hard cheek through the mask, as if giving a gentle reminder to her husband who was going out to buy groceries:
Come back soon.
She blinked, her tone light and cheerful:
"I want to eat the whole roasted lamb from the Northern Rong Royal Court. I heard that the lambs there are raised with snowmelt spring water, so they are especially tender, and it has to be roasted by you personally."
Pei Yunjing looked at the smiling woman in front of him through the mask.
She understands him.
She knew what he was going to do, but she didn't stop him; she just wanted him to remember the way home.
"good."
The voice emanating from beneath the mask was deep and muffled, yet it exuded a domineering and confident aura capable of destroying the world.
"I will be right back."
"I'll catch you the fattest sheep."
...
On the training ground, a fierce wind whipped up snowflakes.
The 100,000-strong army is already fully prepared and ready to go.
Black cavalry formations and silver infantry formations, like a silent steel forest, spread out across this vast expanse of sky and earth.
Pei Yunjing flipped onto Mo Feng.
This once unruly horse king is now clad in heavy armor. Sensing the murderous aura of its master on its back, it snorts excitedly and its hooves throb restlessly.
Pei Yunjing rode his horse to the front of the formation.
"Clang—!"
The "Zhanwang" sword at his waist was drawn with a roar, its blade pointing straight at the northern sky.
Pei Yunjing's voice, imbued with internal force, boomed like thunder, resounding in the ears of every soldier:
"In this battle, the sword will not be sheathed."
Only five words, yet they changed the very fabric of the world.
Not sealing the sword means taking no prisoners, it means slaughtering everyone, it means... annihilating the entire clan.
"As long as Tuoba Xiao lives, the Northern Rong will never perish..."
Pei Yunjing swung his longsword down suddenly, unleashing a torrent of sword energy.
"I swear I will never return to my master!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
One hundred thousand soldiers roared in unison.
The sounds coalesced into a terrifying sonic wave, shattering the clouds in the sky and breaking the century-old stalemate in the North.
"Set off!"
The black torrent, like a vengeful dragon, with the will to destroy everything, rushed out of Yanmen Pass and into the vast snowy plains of the north.
At the very front of the line.
As Pei Yunjing rode on Mo Feng's back, just before stepping out of the gate, he pulled on the reins for the last time.
He turned around, through the swirling snow and the cold mask, and took a deep look at the figure leaning against the tent entrance, dressed in fiery red.
That was his anchor point, and also his only way home on this journey.
Wait for me, wait for me to wipe out this filthy world, wait for me to... carve out a peaceful and prosperous era for you.
Book Four: All Things Submit
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com