Chapter 55 Humanoid Weapon 20

The weather is getting colder.

Shajia discovered this when he opened the door early in the morning. Relying on his strong physique, he only wore a single piece of clothing when he went out. Therefore, he was particularly sensitive to such changes in the weather.

As soon as he opened the door, he noticed this unusual change, because a little snow like white gauze fell on the tip of his nose.

Shajia looked outside in surprise. In the vast sky and earth, snow had been falling for quite some time. The nearby ground and tents were covered with a layer of white snow.

All traces left on the battlefield were covered by the winter snow. The sky and the earth were all white, and all the previous pain, hatred, disputes, lost lives and forgotten emotions on this land were buried under the snow.

Only the living people are left on the earth. Alive? Sha Jia couldn't help but think of the last time he saw Yan Bei. What about him? Is he still alive?

Sha Jia couldn't figure out his own feelings. Did he want Yan Bei to be alive, or did he want him to leave so that he wouldn't have to worry about it day and night?

He couldn't see his own heart clearly.

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After two days of rest, Shaka left some of the injured soldiers to be cared for by his adjutant, and then led the other soldiers who were still energetic and fully capable into the imperial capital.

There was no conflict as expected. By the time the rebels entered the city, the troops responsible for the city defense had already scattered, and the streets were empty. When the news of the defeat of the imperial army came, the nobles in the west city district fled for their lives. Some ran to the south, and some fled to the palace.

In the dilapidated East City District, there are still many ordinary people left. They are not as well-informed as the nobles, and dare not run out of the activity area in violation of the emperor's ban. So they can only stay where they are, waiting for the army of unknown good and evil, waiting for a tomorrow without tomorrow, and an unknown fate.

Without disturbing the ordinary people who knew nothing about it, Shajia led the army along the central avenue of the imperial capital.

They crossed the imperial capital and arrived at the imperial palace, which was backed by a snow-capped mountain that had never melted. The palace stood tall on the ice and snow, magnificent and huge.

But when they were just one step away from final victory, Shajia suddenly ordered the entire army to rest on the spot and to surround the enemy without attacking.

People did not understand him but obeyed him, so all the armies stopped where they were.

A day passed, and the adjutant asked Shajia puzzledly what he was waiting for. Shajia shook his head and did not explain to him.

Two days passed, and many soldiers gradually began to feel uneasy. The huge achievement was right in front of them, but the military asked them to stop. The soldiers found it difficult to understand, but their respect and trust for Shajia made them dare not disobey military orders.

On the third night, a huge fire suddenly broke out in the palace, and a green monster appeared faintly in the flames. Some soldiers were so frightened that they could not help but retreat.

Shaka was also surprised when he saw the flames. He turned to look at Garcia beside him and asked in confusion, "Did you expect this?"

Garcia pursed his lips, stared at the flames, and said nothing.

How could he have expected this? If he could have arranged this, why would he have to join the rebels? Wouldn't it be better for him to just become the emperor himself?

On the other side, human figures slowly escaped from the flames. They were clearly close to the door, but for some reason, they were always trapped inside and couldn't escape.

Shaka arranged for soldiers to begin extinguishing the flames, while trying to rescue those who tried to escape.

However, this strange fire was so bizarre that it could not be extinguished no matter what method was used. In order to prevent the fire from burning his subordinates, Shaka had to abandon the plan to put out the fire.

"What is going on?" Looking at the figures being burned to death in front of him, even though he knew that they were all escaped nobles, Shajia still felt uncomfortable.

This inexplicable fire descended like a punishment from heaven.

Hearing his words, Garcia slowly turned his head, with bright flames dancing in his pupils. Although he guessed in his heart that the flames were probably related to Yan Bei, he still shook his head and refused to explain to Shajia.

Watching Shajia turn away angrily, Garcia turned his head back and continued to watch the fire from afar.

Looking at this vibrant flame that seemed to burn everything, Garcia recalled the scene when he was doing business with Yan Bei.

"I can help you solve it, whether it's the bomb in your neck or establishing contact with the rebels, but you have to promise me one thing." Yan Bei gently stretched out his index finger and tapped the wall of the cup.

Garcia immediately turned his attention back and asked anxiously, "What's the matter?"

"You have to promise me that you will never tell anyone about the conversation I had with you today."

"Of course you can." Garcia nodded without hesitation.

"I haven't finished yet. What I said cannot be passed on to others. That means you cannot tell my secrets to others. I didn't ask you to join the rebels, nor did I ask you to make a deal with him."

"What about the second one?" Garcia didn't ask much.

"The second is that I ask you to negotiate with the general of the rebel army and ask him to give you a promise in exchange for the chips you brought..."

"What promise?" Garcia couldn't help but lean forward, wanting to get closer and hear his words eagerly.

But Yan Bei still spoke slowly and calmly, "This promise is--"

"You lead Shajia to the Snowfield Palace and have the rebels surround the palace, but do not attack it until everything is over."

"Everything is over? When will it be over?"

"You'll know when the time comes." Yan Bei left this sentence and then stood up. He touched the wall lightly, and the snow-white wall was immediately drawn away like water.

Then, without even a goodbye look to the people in the room, he turned around and left without hesitation.

Garcia now understood what Yan Bei meant by "wait until everything is over". He was the one who knew what would happen a long time ago, right?

I am afraid that everything will end when this fire is over, and all the filth belonging to the empire will be burned out, leaving the rebels with a beautiful new world.

Garcia understood all that man's intentions and plans in an instant. The truth was so unexpected and shocking to him. Throughout the empire, and among all the nobles who had now died tragically in the flames, who could have imagined that what they thought was the last barrier to protect themselves would actually become their inescapable grave?

They actually jumped into the fire pit themselves.

And the guy who seemed to be controlled by others and never had his own destiny was actually the one who stood above everyone else and calculated everything.

This is really terrible.

What kind of courage and bravery does it take to sacrifice one's own body?

But after the fire is burnt out, what will he do with himself? Will he prepare a way out and start a new life with a different identity, or will he voluntarily walk into the fire and end this tragic fate?

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The flames died down for a long time, but they never left the area of ​​the imperial palace. As long as the rebel soldiers did not go forward on their own, there would be no accidents of getting burned.

Some soldiers even noticed that the white snow at the edge of the flames was intact.

Snowflakes floated down from the sky and flames burned on the ground. It was like water and fire that could not coexist. For thousands of years, these two old enemies, who had been growing and declining with each other, actually completed their fusion at this moment.

The flames licked the snowflakes tenderly, and the snowflakes fell into the flames unhindered.

The soldiers all stared at this miraculous scene in amazement. Some even stretched their hands in without fear of death, but were quickly burned out by the ferocious fire snakes.

The brave soldier was startled by the sudden burst of flames, but after he withdrew his hand, he found that the feeling of pain still remained in his brain, but there was no scar on his hand. He raised his hand in surprise and looked around, but he felt pain again the next second.

He suddenly withdrew his hand and looked behind him in disbelief. After seeing Shajia's cold face, the soldier instantly became obedient, returned to the team obediently, and dared not look again.

After taking his gaze away from the young soldier, Shajia walked quietly to the flames. His tall and straight figure seemed extremely small in front of the huge flames. This fire reminded him of the fire ten years ago.

Arnold...

If possible, please run away like you did last time, don't look back, and don't let me find you.

Don't let me find you...

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Only after the fire had completely consumed the palace, until there was nothing left to burn, did Shaka select a group of soldiers to accompany him to investigate.

The entire palace was destroyed by the flames. There were charred ruins everywhere, exotic flowers and plants were destroyed, ancient treasures were no longer there, and the absurd rule of more than a hundred years also disappeared in the flames. There was no trace of the former majesty anymore.

In addition, there were many more charred corpses in the palace. Shaka assigned his subordinates to collect these corpses and verify their identities one by one, but the number of corpses far exceeded the number of nobles and their followers who had originally escaped into the palace.

This left Shajia puzzled. As far as he knew, the emperor stayed alone in the snow mountain palace all year round, and he never placed any servants or knights in the palace.

He lived alone in the palace for a long time, never leaving, and never letting anyone approach him unless he took the initiative to summon his favorites.

So what about these inexplicable corpses? Are they ghosts?

He walked and stopped along the way, and finally led his subordinates to the center of the palace.

There, they saw a palace that was completely unaffected by the flames. This was very strange. According to the central location of the palace, even if this was not the place where the fire first started, it would at least have been severely affected. It would never stand here unaffected like it was now.

Seeing that he was about to step forward and push open the palace door, his subordinates behind him were worried about his safety and planned to do it for him.

But Shajia rejected his kindness. He asked his subordinates to step aside and put his hand on the door.

My heart began to beat violently.

He exerted a little force with his hands. The door was pushed open a crack, and the light from outside quickly penetrated through the crack.

An ancient creaking sound was heard, and in a trance, Yan Bei felt that he was not pushing open a door, but closing a door, a door to a dark tomb.

The door was pushed open completely, and it was as dark as a tomb inside.

The light outside only obliquely illuminated half of the space in the hall, which was the space where Shajia was standing.

And at the top of the line of sight, on the high throne, sat a figure completely shrouded in darkness.

Shajia took two steps forward. His subordinates behind him wanted to stop him, but it was obvious that they could not stop him, so they had to follow him in vigilantly.

Only when Shajia walked in could he see the figure clearly.

That was Yan Bei, who was sitting on the throne, with one leg crossed and slowly wiping the sword in his hand.

His silver hair was spotless, and he glanced at Sha Jia and the countless soldiers behind him. Then he stood up and threw the sword in his hand casually. The sword immediately pierced the ground, making a sound of "puffing" as it sank into the ground.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sword, and saw a corpse lying at the foot of the throne, his black cloak spread out on the ground, his crown scattered, and the sword was nailed straight on his forehead.