Chapter 338
King Huang casually took over this robe as delicate as silk.
In fact, this robe is the same as the robe he wore when shepherding sheep, but the color has changed to gold that despises royal power...
"What's the trouble?" The girl walked aside and sat down. She placed her hands on both sides of the wooden bench and swayed her feet. The chains on her ankles jingled, and her voice was clear and sweet... That was King Huang's words a few years ago. The birthday gift I gave her was bought at the city market when the two of them just left the coast.
"The burden on your shoulders is too heavy. I have always wanted to help you share it, but it seems that I can't help you with anything. I can only help you run errands, wash clothes and cook..."
"It's fine."
Huang Wang rubbed his shoulders and smiled, his tone very confident.
"When I kill King Mandala, I won't have any burdens anymore."
"Um."
"So do you remember what I said to you this morning?"
"Which ones?"
"If I lose, take the old priest and the others and run away as far as possible and never come back again."
"Oops, I can't hear the sound! Am I deaf?" The girl covered her ears tightly with a look of fear, her acting was not realistic.
"A Ling." Huang Wang sighed.
"My name is not A Ling! My name is Shi Qi!" The girl tilted her head.
"There are some things that you have no choice about. Since I can't let go of the burden in my heart, I shouldn't have any complaints if I die."
"Why do you have to die... Even if you know that you are dead, I won't live on by myself..."
The girl didn't want to look at the figure in the yellow robe. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.
"It's only been a few years."
"Thirteen became the Yellow King, and seventeen became A Ling."
"Now King Huang is dying again, and Aling doesn't want to live anymore... You said at the beginning that we would live happily in the future, and we could live a happy life as long as we escaped from there, but are you really happy now? ?”
King Huang was startled.
Although he had been working hard towards his dream goal, at this moment he really didn't know how to answer her.
"Very tired and unhappy."
King Huang finally told the truth, but he laughed helplessly as soon as he finished speaking.
"But we can't just watch the civilians who have high hopes for us die, right?"
Chapter 450: Registrar from the Club (Part 1)
This war, which was based on resisting oppression, ended with not many people participating...or to put it more directly, only two people participated and ended this war that seemed to last for thousands of years.
before attacking the royal capital.
King Huang made an agreement with King Mandala.
They will have a decisive battle in the Tree Mother Wasteland thousands of miles away from the royal capital.
Winner takes all, loser for Kou.
Life and death, that's all.
This war only belongs to the two of them and will not involve anyone who is not involved.
Above the boundless wilderness.
King Mandala, who was nearly 100 meters tall like a giant and wore a different-colored armor, was playing with a weapon similar to a Sheshier scimitar in his hand. The smile on his face was crazy and excited, as if he didn't take King Huang seriously at all.
"Actually, you could have left the capital long ago to kill the rebels."
The Yellow King wore a yellow robe that was as fine as silk. Under the hood was nothingness that no one could see through at a glance. He spoke softly, but King Mandala could hear him very clearly.
"I want to see how far you can go..."
King Mantra gently waved the scimitar in his hand, and violent energy fluctuations surged out from the blade, directly cutting a mountain peak several kilometers away into flat ground.
"It's too boring to stay in this position. I want to watch the world slowly burn... just like when I led my people to conquer this continent."
"Even if it is your country that is burning?" King Huang asked puzzledly.
"That's right."
King Mandala laughed loudly and suddenly rushed forward with his sword.
And at this moment, the earth seemed to tremble, and countless black blades made of energy suddenly penetrated the surface of the earth, turning hundreds of kilometers around into a needle-pricking hell.
"Prosperity, wealth, national peace and security, these are the things that only a bastard would care about. I only care about being happy... can make me happy, is there anything more interesting than this!"
What greeted King Mandala was the overwhelming golden holy light. At this moment, King Huang also turned himself into a state of nothingness, and his voice became erratic.
"Are you happy now?"
"I'm so happy... I'm so happy! I've trained you damn bug until today! This is the battle I've been waiting for!"
King Mandala is a madman.
Chen Jing has already seen that he is not only arrogant to the extreme, but also takes the war that involves countless people to suffer as the ultimate pleasure.
If Chen Jing didn't understand King Huang, and simply looked at the situation, King Mandala should have the absolute upper hand, and the gap in strength between the two sides was extremely huge.
The reason is also very simple.
The Yellow King is still only a Sequence 7 creature, at the same Sequence level as the old man Chen Bofu, while the Mandala King is a real Sequence 8 creature, truly reaching the level of the Old King.
"It seems that King Huang is still too young at this stage."
The voice of "him" sounded in Chen Jing's mind. He seemed to look down on the current King Huang, and his tone was very mocking.
"Sequence 7 versus Sequence 8, isn't this stable!"
"You mean the old man can beat Gehro?"
"Alas, we are an exception! The deep space sequence is different from other sequences... If you don't believe me, just watch it for yourself."
The decisive battle between King Huang and King Mantu lasted for twenty-one days.
Yes.
Twenty-one days.
Even if Chen Jing watched the whole process in fast forward, he felt that the length of time was a bit outrageous.
Although King Huang was suppressed from beginning to end, and even when they just started fighting, he was almost killed by King Mantu several times...but the longer the decisive battle lasted, the more blurred King Mantu's advantage became.
Until the end.
The energy in King Mantu's body was completely consumed by King Huang, or it could be said that he was guided by King Huang to the unreachable place in the deep space. King Mantu eventually became an empty shell and was smashed to pieces by the black star summoned by King Huang.
Thus.
The war was completely over.
The kingdom created by King Mantu was completely ended by King Huang, and this continent finally ushered in a new king.
Everything was as King Huang had originally envisioned.
He established a new country on this continent, a country named after his deep space hometown Kakosha.
There are no disputes and private fights, no classes and oppression, and everything is fair and beautiful... at least at the beginning.
From the coronation ceremony of King Huang to decades later.
Chen Jing witnessed how this ancient kingdom fell from a utopia on earth to mud.
Comparison, vanity, oppression, and humiliation.
These "instincts" deeply rooted in human nature gradually covered this country with dust.
In just a few decades.
The country created by King Huang gradually became what he once despised and hated the most, and he was powerless to save it... It was only then that he understood a truth.
Bad people can be killed, or they can be killed for a short time.
But those bad human natures cannot be killed or killed.
People are born like this.
No matter how beautiful the order is, there will always be a day when it will fall into mud.
All civilizations in history will experience such a reincarnation.
King Huang's country is no exception.
At first, King Huang would rack his brains and deal with it carefully, trying to guide people to be good, not like this now, and even used the law as a weapon to deter, but... it was useless.
When the first batch of "divine species" who followed King Huang in the uprising fell and regarded civilians as livestock, King Huang was completely disappointed with everything he created.
He no longer wanted to save anything, nor did he want to change anything.
Yes.
It's all the same.
No matter which direction you lead this world, it will eventually return to the origin and become the most unbearable.
Finally.
King Huang left.
On the day he was promoted to Sequence Eight.
He chose to take his friends and those loyal families and completely leave this continent, bidding farewell to this country he created with his own hands... and this country called Kakosha also elected a new master by the people.
This is what they wanted to do a long time ago.
After all, many people in the country think that King Huang is not a qualified "king".
Because he set too many rules and regulations.
There are too many nonsense words to lead people to be good.
Even the lowest civilians think that King Huang is a king who does not deserve the title.
Were they deceived?
I don't know.
Do they think so from the bottom of their hearts?
I don't know.
King Huang doesn't know anything and doesn't want to know. The only thing he knows is... he should find a secluded place to spend his old age. If he continues to stay here, he might be pushed off the throne by these people one day.
From a certain perspective, Chen Jing admires King Huang very much. Even if he fell into such a situation, he did not retaliate against anyone. Chen Jing believes that he does not have this mentality.
If Chen Jing was in King Huang's position, he would definitely find out those who were behind the scenes, skin them alive and kill them, even if there is no practical meaning... but it would relieve his hatred!
He just left like this, how uncomfortable it is to hold his breath in his heart!
So this is the difference between King Huang and Chen Jing.
King Huang just left simply and never wanted to come back.
That's all.
He led everyone to deep space and built a new Kakosha on the Black Star and other stars.
This was a new beginning.
That’s what Huang Wang thought at the time.
But he soon understood.
The so-called new beginning was meaningless.
Because this world...
was about to end.