I Can Extract My Identity and Join the Death Game

However, what Chen Juren didn't expect was that just when he planned to seek more benefits, Zhao Yesui had already taken the lead out of the city to meet them, ready to go home and sleep after the F2A battle.

"...Are they the enemies this time?"

An illusory old man looked at the galloping team and asked Zhao Yesao.

"Yes, they are the ones I just mentioned to the seniors who drank the blood of the demon beasts." Zhao Yeshou replied: "And now, the purpose of their coming is to strangle us, because we have just been in the ink The county organized an uprising and slaughtered the demons."

The old man sighed lightly and said, "It's a shame, I didn't expect that after we left, the younger generation would have fallen to this point, even if they were defeated by the shepherds, they were actually ruled by demons, and they volunteered to become demons' minions and betrayal. Clan, betray civilization..."

"Why did Mr. Sanqing say this?" Zhao Yeshou shrugged and said, "No matter what era there will be no shortage of traitors like this, the difference is only in the general environment. That's the way the grass is on the wall, which way the wind goes. Blow it, and it will fall wherever it goes."

"Yeah, maybe in another three hundred years, the younger generation will be completely domesticated..." The old man who was called Sanqing by Zhao Yesui smiled bitterly and said, "Ha, this is probably the The fate of livestock, grow up ignorantly, and diligently contribute to civilization like worker bees, and finally use their own lives and civilization as treasures to be harvested by others."

"It's really... unwilling."

After a moment of silence, Zhao Yesui said softly: "Maybe, but even if there is no hope, try to resist, just like a fish caught on the shore, knowing that there is no hope, but also fluttering and struggling, giving The laughing fisherman adds a little trouble, and in their eyes, it's probably just a fight between beasts, but that's what a rebel's life is all about."

"Haha, what the little friend said is quite interesting. If I am still alive, I must have a drink with you."

Behind the Taoist Sanqing, a red-haired middle-aged man laughed loudly and said, "I didn't expect such a wonderful person to get the Fire Sword. I remember that I made a bet with Monk Yuanzhi last time, and he said it must be A serious person can carry the weight of a starting fire sword... I bah, it's just a sword, if human beings are to be saved by a sword, they should die sooner rather than later."

"Donor Huo is still as irritable as ever." A kind-hearted old monk sighed lightly, looked at Zhao Yeshou, and nodded slightly: "However, it is also a good thing that the fire sword was acquired by Donor Zhao, maybe it is here In troubled times, only the means of thunder can bring things right."

Zhao Yejia chuckled and said, "I appreciate everyone's kindness, but this Fire Sword was not acquired by me, but was given to me by a friend who acquired it."

"Oh?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present, or in other words, all the heroic souls let out a sigh of relief, and finally, Taoist Sanqing said slowly: "It seems that there is a very tortuous story behind this. However, since that person If the friend can pick up the fire sword, it proves that he is also a noble person like the little friend, and in this case, it is not surprising that he would make such a decision."

"Thank you little friend for chatting with us old antiques for so long, and knowing the situation in this world. Although it is not good, it has not reached the worst situation we imagined. It can be regarded as a wish."

Daoist Sanqing said with a smile, "Then, now is the time for us old antiques to show off their residual heat."

After Sanqing Daoist, the still vague figures became clear one by one, but they were shaky, and it seemed that they might dissipate at any time.

Yes, those who chatted with Zhao Yesui for more than an hour in this wilderness are not living people, but the heroic souls of senior cultivators who live on the Sword of Fire.

In order to make the sword of fire, they fit the sword together, and finally the sword of fire was born.

And their remnant souls were also attached to the Sword of Fire, and they fell asleep together with the Sword of Fire.

Three hundred years have worn away their damaged minds and souls. Today, their remnants have almost died out. Even if Zhao Yesui did not activate the Fire Sword, they would have passed away silently. .

That being the case, it would be better for them to take another look at the world. By the way, just by the way, help Zhao Yesui teach the unworthy descendants a lesson.

In addition to making undead, Zhao Yesui has been studying the Thirty-six Swords of Heavenly Gang in the past three days, and finally activated the Fire Sword at the last minute. This is what he called a one-time killer.

Daoist Sanqing seemed to have thought of something, looked at Zhao Yesui and asked: "By the way, little friend, you said that today it is still a dynasty ruled by the Dachen royal family, but I don't know who is in office now?"

"Emperor Chen Ai." Zhao Yeshou replied, "This should be his posthumous title, and I don't know why he was given a posthumous title even though he was alive."

"Emperor Chen Ai?" Taoist Sanqing repeated doubtfully, but in the end he shook his head: "Forget it, it should be your Majesty's descendant, that's really a shame for His Majesty."

He looked at the barren land in front of him, and his words turned into a sigh: "I only hope that my human race, here in the rivers and seas of soul dreams, among the ancient mountains and rivers, will be passed down from generation to generation, and will not stop flying."

The next moment, Daoist Sanqing waved his robe, and the heroic souls disappeared in place. In front of the marching army, the heroic spirits appeared one by one, and looked at these younger generations who were willing to serve the demons with cold eyes.

As the head coach of this crusade against the coalition, Chen Juren immediately noticed this and his pupils shrank, but he did not hesitate, and immediately shouted: "Go on, the vanguard battalion will withdraw to both sides, and the cavalry battalion will charge with me, don't stop! "

Although there is no faith, but under the effect of the demon blood, this army still has a strong cohesion, the sword and shield hands spread out to both sides, and the cavalry fell down, raised their spears, put their horses in their stomachs, and accelerated their speed towards the heroic soul. They charge.

Daoist Sanqing just looked at them with cold eyes, and when the momentum of the cavalry's charge reached the peak, he stretched out his hand and pushed slowly.

"——"

It seemed that an invisible wall of air suddenly appeared in front of the cavalry, and the cavalry at the front slammed into it immediately, turning their horses on their backs, and the charge had already begun, so there was no reason to stop. Even if the cavalry behind found that the front was wrong, it was too late. When they stopped, they could only step on their horses, resulting in non-combat attrition.

The momentum of the cavalry's charge had been disintegrated by this understated blow.

"It's really boring. I didn't expect the last battle after waking up to be with this kind of army..."

The fiery red-haired middle-aged man pouted, but did not hesitate. He rushed into the army formation alone, and a **** storm broke out in an instant.

Although it is only a remnant of the soul, the most elite monks in the most prosperous period of human civilization are a bit too worthy of Chen Juren to describe the army in the upper district and the city.

"Tsk, how can I send something that doesn't take me..."

Zhao Yesang still stood there, looking at the situation, he clicked his tongue, and planned to run over to join in the fun. The Xinhuo Sword beside him let out a light jingle, which seemed to remind Zhao Yesang of him. And a flying sword.

"Don't, I've only learned to turn it on, and I haven't even learned how to turn it off. You want me to get started with the C language directly."

Zhao Yesui decisively refused Xinhuojian's initiative to ask Ying, and he really let him use his sword to kill the enemy. I'm afraid it wasn't a siege of friendly forces. It would be fun if the good situation was brought to a draw by him alone.

In the end, Zhao Yesui kept the Fire Sword by his side and summoned [Cha Chen] to go to the battlefield.

By the time he arrived at the battlefield, the Fucheng coalition had been beaten to the point of losing their armor and armor, and they were completely defeated.

The old seniors are naturally kind to Zhao Yesang, a lawful and kind future star, but they will not show any sympathy to such two devils. Those who can stand at the top are all wicked and poisonous. But it doesn't show up internally.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the army formation being scattered, Zhao Yesui also experienced the feeling of being a thousand fighters. In normal times, when the army formation is complete, no one will fight with you alone, and arrange a shield formation. The crossbowmen are ready, and the long spear is stabbed for a while, and it is a fortune-telling to survive.

On the battlefield, what is important is not how exquisite the martial arts is, but how powerful it is. Whoever has more strength and faster speed will be able to kill indiscriminately.

It is very unfortunate that Zhao Yesui can't do anything, and he has a six-dimensional body that exceeds the standard.

[Original control of the original time] Fully opened, the steam roared, Zhao Yesui rushed into the army alone and killed seven in and seven out. When he put down his sword, there was no one around who could stand, and the heroic souls were watching He, applauded.

"Zhao Xiaoyou's bravery is really rare. If you put it in the past, you must be a tiger general."

Taoist Sanqing praised him, then walked to Chen Juren, the only surviving person present, and lowered his head to look down at him.

"You are the commander-in-chief of this army?"

The shivering Chen Juren looked at the group of men in horror, nodded immediately and said, "Yes, I don't know what your lord ordered? I am the prefect of Tianjiang Prefecture. If your lord needs me, I can help you... ..."

"No need." Sanqing Taoist said lightly: "We have nothing to help you."

After the words were finished, Taoist Sanqing raised his hand and was ready to shoot Chen Juren to death as if he had finished the scene.

"Wait!" Zhao Yesui stopped him in time and said, "I have one more thing I want to ask him, can I ask the seniors to wait a moment?"

"Nothing is impossible." The Taoist Sanqing looked at Zhao Yeshou, and suddenly became kind-hearted again.

...Chen Juren shivered even more.

The double standard of these people is simply written on their faces!

However, he may not have thought about why Sanqing Daoist and the heroic souls who protect mankind are so contemptuous of him.

Who was the first to betray his compatriots and become the second devil?

Zhao Yesui walked up to Chen Juren, looked down at him, and said, "Chen Zhifu...is that right?"

Chen Juren nodded his head like a slap in the face. He could already see that this group of people was led by Zhao Yesao, and his life and death were in Zhao Yesang's hands, so he naturally obeyed Zhao Yeshou.

"As a prefect, you are still a leader. You should have met the current emperor, right?" Zhao Ye said after thinking about it: "I only have one question to ask you."

"How long has the emperor sitting on the throne now been the emperor?"

"?"

Chen Juren listened blankly to Zhao Yeshou's question, did not understand what Zhao Yesang meant, and said hesitantly, "You mean, do you want to know how many years the current emperor has been in power?"

"This... I may not be able to tell you, because there is really no relevant record."

Facing Chen Juren's euphemistic answer, Zhao Yesui was not surprised.

The prefect is just a more advanced dog in the current system of the Dachen Dynasty. In Zhao Yesui's opinion, if his guess is true, then it must be a secret within the secret, not a mere prefect can know.

"Then do you know the emperor's name?" Zhao Ye stepped back and asked for the next best thing: "It's not that posthumous title, it's his real name."

When the Taoist Sanqing heard the words, as soon as he stroked the Taoist robe, he set up a barrier to prevent any changes.

Although in his opinion, the puppet Emperor Chen Ai should not have this ability, but it is always right to be careful.

Chen Juren gritted his teeth and said, "This is not something ordinary people can know, but I was fortunate enough to write a poem for Your Majesty. His Majesty, Longyan Joy, told me his name."

"Chen Tianzheng, this is His Majesty's name."

"Varied......!"

What Zhao Yesui didn't expect was that the reaction caused by this name was far greater than he imagined.

The heroic souls were astonished as if they had heard some unbelievable words. The senior Huo even rushed directly in front of Chen Juren, pulled up his sleeve, and charged with anger: "Boy, how dare you slander Your Majesty?"

Chen Juren's face was flushed, but he still struggled and said: "Sir, what the villain said is true, His Majesty did tell me that his name is Tianzheng, and his words are set for the world, maybe, maybe there is some misunderstanding, but, but what I said is real......!"

Senior Huo looked gloomy and uncertain, but he finally let go of his hand and let Chen Juren fall to the ground, gasping for breath.

With the abilities of the heroes present, it is natural to see that Chen Juren is not lying.

However, if what he said was true, then it might involve something that everyone present was unwilling to believe.

For a while, all the heroic souls were silent, the presence was dead silent, and no one spoke.

After a long time, when Daoist Sanqing's body gradually became transparent, he staggered around, looked at Zhao Yeshou with difficulty, and said, "Zhao Xiaoyou, we may have something to ask you."

Zhao Yejia had already realized something from the conversation between them and their previous reactions, and nodded and said, "Please tell me, I will do my best."

"If there is a chance, on the premise of ensuring our own safety, help us to ask that Emperor Chen Ai, whether he is Chen Tianzheng, or the Chen Tianzheng three hundred years ago, if not the best, if so... ..."

Taoist Sanqing smiled bitterly: "Then ask him, why is he still alive?"

p.s. This chapter in the syllabus is going to be written in six chapters...but it would be better to end this volume early, the battle line is too long.

A reader asked me in a book review, "Is this book the kind of identity that is not recognized by previous people?" I didn't quite understand what he meant. According to my understanding, it is to replace one volume with another. Identity, unfolding the story in different identities? Can you guys help me analyze it so that I can reply to him, or reply directly to me (x

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Seven Dragon Slayers Become Evil Dragons and Ascended Demons (4K)

[Main quest: The 24-hour survival of the subordinates of the crusade against the coalition forces sent by Emperor Ai has been changed]

[Number of survivors from the crusade: 0]

[It is detected that the crusade coalition has been annihilated, and the main task is completed ahead of schedule]

[Congratulations to players who have completed this scene mission]

[Choose to return immediately or return within two hours]

[The mission reward will be settled after the return]

The mission that originally had three stages has now ended early with the collapse of the crusade against the coalition.

It's no wonder that the coalition soldiers are all dead, so do you want that Chen Ai Emperor to send another team to make up the number?

What's more, the current situation is not necessarily what Emperor Ai Chen wants to see...

Zhao Yesao stood in the wilderness, surrounded by corpses, and in front of him was Chen Juren's headless corpse. After the heroes dissipated, Zhao Yesao killed Chen Juren.

He had never promised Chen Juren anything, and Chen Juren, whose hands were covered with blood, could only say that it was not a pity to die. Zhao Yesui came here just in his arms. The thought took his life.

Of course, watching [the number of survivors of the crusade against the coalition army: 1] is also one of the reasons for the uncomfortable feeling.

At this moment, he looked at the notification of the completion of the task, and raised his eyebrows: "Hey, they have good hands and feet, and they have all finished just after I finished here... tsk, there seem to be a lot of undead left. , did they save so much, they all said they were cannon fodder..."

Zhao Yesui just said casually, anyway, it's just a one-time consumable, you can't take it with you, you can use it when you use it, and you can only throw it in this scene if you don't use it.

Between the two return options, Zhao Yesui naturally chose the latter, and he still had some things to deal with.

Finally, before leaving, Zhao Yeshou bowed slightly towards the empty wilderness.

"Goodbye, seniors."

.........

By the time Zhao Yesui returned to Ink County, nearly an hour had passed.

Taoist Sanqing and the others had no intention of showing mercy. The war horses the coalition was driving were either dead or disabled. In the end, Zhao Yesui could only walk back to Ink County alone.

The people of Ink County had no idea that they had just passed by death, and they were still immersed in the joy of killing demons and destroying thousands of people a few days ago. smile.

They all live in an information cocoon room that is deliberately or not deliberately created, and what the government says is what they say.

If the government says that there are demons, then there are demons; if the government says that demons are evil people, then the demons are scoundrels; the government says that if the demons are killed, life will be better, and they will believe it from the bottom of their hearts.

But players can't stay all the time, and even if they stay, they can't protect Ink County all the time.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Yesui sat on the side of the road with his original face and talked with Tang Bond beside him: "We are leaving soon, although the first wave of coalition forces was repelled before this, there must be a second wave next. , the third wave, with the current Ink County alone, it is impossible to survive any wave of offensive."

"According to the habit of those monsters, they must slaughter the city as an example. So, how are you going to deal with it?"

"Even if you ask me that, I don't know, sir." Tang Bond said with a wry smile: "The blood surged for a while, and when I calmed down, I realized that I was a thoroughly ordinary person, maybe even Majam. You can't win, let alone protect Ink County in the hands of demons."