They all want to attack the monarch

Qi Nanjun came down to the altar under the guidance of Taichang. The Beijiao Altar is located at the highest point of Beijiao Mountain. This altar was built on a high ground. Many colorful flags were planted on the altar, moving against the wind, solemn and solemn. .

Qi Nanjun stepped onto the altar step by step. There were many courtiers under the altar. Outside the altar was a temple. On the day of the Cold Food Festival, many people in Ganjing would go to worship their ancestors. Outside the altar, people could be seen kneeling and crowding on the other side of the mountain. On one side, it was dark.

Mr. Qi Nan didn't go to see them, but sat on the low bronze couch of the altar, and the voice sounded too often, "In the second year of Qianji, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, start—"

Qi Nanjun glanced at the jade slip on which Ao stepped on, and began to recite the sacrificial oration aloud.

The clear and bright voice resounded throughout the altar. The sound was exceptionally clear, like jade stones colliding, hitting everyone's minds and echoing for a long time.

"The design of this altar is amazing, it is the setting of the echo wall, a treasure of the ancient blue star's wisdom"

"To be reasonable, the Creator not only gave the monarch a good-looking skin, but also gave him a pleasant voice."

"I've already forgotten what happened when he kicked the officer just now"

After the sacrificial text was read, the ceremonial officer handed over a bright dagger, Qi Nanjun took the dagger, the sacrifice needed to see blood, and a live sacrifice had already been prepared on the altar, it was a big white goose.

Qi Nanjun cut the goose's throat expressionlessly with the dagger, the red blood filled the copper tripod of the altar, Qi Nanjun's snow-white fingers were covered with blood, he smeared the blood from his fingers on the plain white silk cloth, Start writing books on blood.

The strong blood color and whiteness are intertwined, and this sharp contrast reveals a bit of ascetic beauty, just like the petals of a white rose are stained with thick blood, the visual contrast is heart-pounding.

Not long after, the silk cloth was covered with sacrificial rites, and the internal officials hung it up high, and the altar was built on a high place. The strong wind not only blew up the silk cloth, but also blew the tall and handsome Qi Nanjun to the hem of his clothes. Fluttering, long hair flying.

The number of people watching the live broadcast outside the game is increasing. From fans of Blue Star culture at the beginning, to players who came here admiringly, "The Monarch is Beautiful" has become a hot search in the league in a short while.

"Tell me, is there a prototype for this monarch? This face, this waist, I'm going to lick it"

“This finger lick must be delicious”

"Compared to u1s1, who would go to Wu Menglu's show?"

"If you can win a smile, it doesn't matter whether he is a tyrant or a holy master"

Qi Nanjun couldn't see the forum, so naturally he didn't know that this sacrifice was broadcast live on the whole star network.

When he was young, he had no chance to play online games at all, and he knew nothing about the mechanics of strategy games, so he could only follow the tasks issued by the system.

Uninterrupted training, complex deduction, highly concentrated mental power, training and theory classes one after another filled all his spare time, until his father died on the battlefield, no one used tedious homework to study Press him.

After being admitted to the Union Military Academy, he decided to give himself a vacation.

During that vacation, he came into contact with this stand-alone modeling game by accident, thinking that his dead mother once liked the ancient blue star culture very much, so he devoted himself to completing the modeling of Dagan Kingdom.

Unexpectedly, the gift was not sent out, but this place became the place where my soul returns.

Qi Nanjun will pray here for three days.

At the end of the first day, Tai Chang led him to the inner courtyard of the altar, "Your Majesty, guards have been deployed around the Beibei Altar, and General Lin is guarding it. Your Majesty can rest here to cultivate."

Qi Nanjun nodded, and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, do you need to arrange the selection of attendants for this trip in your courtyard?" Perhaps it is because of the monarch's reputation for violence these days, Taichang's tone is very humble, afraid A bad sentence will make the monarch unhappy.

When he was not doing tasks, Qi Nanjun treated the people around him very leniently, but now he was tired and hungry, and did not understand the meaning of Taichang's words, so he just said, "Let them rest here, Wu Aiqing has worked hard too."

This Taichang surnamed Wu is not only a senior player, but also a slippery politician in the alliance. He was secretly relieved to hear such a gentle voice from the monarch. It seems that the rumored monarch is not so difficult to figure out.

Master Wu showed a clear smile, "That will not disturb Your Majesty."

Qi Nanjun was tired all day, the attendants had good eyesight, they came up to help him take off his fine clothes, shoes and socks, and the maids helped him massage his shoulders and massage his back.

Qi Nanjun couldn't help feeling that the feudal life was too good for the superiors. Even in the alliance, seven or eight man-made machine housekeepers were needed to achieve this.But the robots of the alliance need to apply to the military, and they cannot be bought with money.

Although he is not OK with the task, but enjoying this extravagant life, Qi Nanjun thinks he is very good.

The attendants served meals and filled the tables. These dishes were all dishes that Mr. Qi Nan had never eaten before, canary crispy sparrow, soup bath embroidery balls, and crispy Qiongye. For military students, in order to maintain a good physique, their daily sources of nutrition are strictly prepared and made into nutrient solution.

The only difference is whether the nutrient solution is strawberry or cherry.

Qi Nanjun was almost in a trance these few days. He was betrayed by his comrades in arms before he was alive, and he had doubts and unwillingness to see the alliance legion that had shed blood and sweat stabbing him in the back.

Although at the moment he became a soldier, he swore that he would dedicate his life to the alliance to defend his homeland and territory, but when he looked at the burning battleship and the broken military uniform, he dragged his bloody right leg and rushed forward. When entering the bursting fire, he also asked himself, would he still choose this path in the next life?

Qi Nanjun couldn't answer this question.

He thought to himself, he didn't break his original oath, he couldn't get out now, he was trapped in the game.

Unexpectedly, as the commander of the alliance, one day he will become a feudal monarch who hinders the development of the new era and becomes a stumbling block to the progress of mankind.

Qi Nanjun took a piece of sesame phoenix roll and put it in his mouth. It smelled really good.

Qi Nanjun ate so much that his brows and eyes stretched, but Zhou Lengbai standing behind him lowered his eyes and remained silent.

He entered the inner courtyard with his attendants, and followed in while passing the meal, but he stood there for almost an hour, and the monarch didn't notice his existence in a daze.

Zhou Lengbai, who was used to being looked up to by others, felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

He also found that there were many players competing with him for the [-] star coin gift package, such as General Lin who was guarding the door, and Master Wu who had malicious intentions.

Zhou Lengbai felt that there were so many people coveting the fat meat he was looking at suddenly, and a slight displeasure emerged in his heart.

After dinner, Mr. Qi Nan took a walk in the yard. Although Beijiao Mountain is in the north of Qianjing, it is not far from the city. There are not only temples nearby, but also an academy. During the day, there are sacrifices, so no noise is allowed in the academy. But in the evening, the voice of the scholar speaking loudly could be vaguely heard from the side of the altar.

Qi Nanjun was very curious, so he walked towards the academy.

Originally, he just wanted to take a casual look, but when he arrived at the back mountain, he saw a group of scholars gathered around the ancient pavilion, a group of people gathered together excitedly, exuding the aura of "Let me be healthy".

Qi Nanjun walked in and saw that two people were fighting.

Whether it's in-game or out-of-game, it's the nature of human beings to watch the crowds. When Qi Nanjun smelled the sweetness of the melon, he stopped leaving immediately.

However, fighting in the academy is a terrible thing, and these two people are obviously not flamboyant, both of them are wearing the blue robes of the academy, one is tall and slender, the other is a little short and thin, their clothes are already stained. The soil has been torn several times.

Mr. Qi Nan saw that these two people were really not the kind of Confucian scholars who grew up in a bubble.

Because of the dark sky, a group of people gathered together. From Qi Nanjun's perspective, they couldn't see their faces, but as far as the moves of these two people were concerned, they definitely had received orthodox fighting training. , and both go to each other's weaknesses.

Qi Nanjun found it interesting, he stood outside and watched for a while, the slightly taller one finally found the opponent's weakness and locked the opponent's throat, "You lost."

The other one also knew that he couldn't beat him, "You have a face paralyzed, you kind of fight him when he wakes up, if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't be injured and unconscious!"

Hearing what he said, the slightly taller man let go of him, "I didn't mean to."

"Then you still have your mind here!"

The tall man glanced at him and said nothing.

The other person seemed to be irritated by his eyes, "Well, you Roy, if there is anything wrong with him, I will definitely take your skin off!"

Qi Nanjun paused slightly when he heard the reprimand from a distance, Roy?

Could it be... the Roy he knew?

The tall young man's eyes darkened, as if he was about to leave, Qi Nanjun turned around and followed, and when he saw the faces of the two people clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Really acquaintances!

This Roy, he knew.After entering Zhanzheng Academy that year, he has been ranked first in the academy's standings because of his excellent and perfect single-player combat results, compared with Luo Yi, who had the first entrance score.

Although Zhanzheng College is divided into upper grades and lower grades, there is no distinction between individual battle rankings. After only one year of enrollment, Qi Nanjun has become a myth that cannot be shot down on the combat rankings. Although as the same class, Roy quickly caught up behind him However, as the heir of the proud Capet family, Roy was very unconvinced.

Roy challenged him over and over again, but he never defeated him in a simulated battle. Just this time, when Qi Nanjun set up a three-dimensional gravity trap, he found that Roy's trackball had broken.The trackball is a training model simulating a miniature fighter plane. After the explosion, a large amount of debris will be produced. Because I did not wear a special combat uniform indoors during the training that day, Luo Yi was very close to the trackball at that time. Qi Nanjun chose to stop the attack in an instant and protected him. Lowe.

And the fragments from the blasted trackball hit the back of Qi Nanjun's head, causing him to faint on the spot.

At that time, the battle record in the training room was that Luo Yi won the game, but Luo Yi felt guilty towards him because Qi Nanjun was in a coma for a long time in this accident.

After graduation, he became the commander of the First Legion, while Roy gave up his military status and became a councilor for the glory of the Capet family.Later, in order to accomplish their common goal—to squeeze out the Hongbin Group, Qi Nanjun formed an alliance with the Capet family, pretending to be lovers with Luo Yi, and became a united front with him.

And another young man who was slightly shorter and thinner, Qi Nanjun was even more familiar with him.

Quinn, his lieutenant general, was also the first friend he made after entering the Alliance Military Academy. During his last mission, Qi Nanjun drove Tatu alone to lure the bandits to Fort B612 in order to create a chance for him to escape. , ignited the power cannonball...

"Stop." Qi Nanjun said.

Both turned to look at him at the same time.

Qi Nanjun saw the long-lost shock and disbelief from their expressions, and Qi Nanjun quite enjoyed the feeling that the other party was in confusion.He stopped the person, but what to say next was a problem.

How can I escape the brain's game detection and show my identity?

When Qi Nanjun met Zhou Lengbai, he racked his brains to think about this question—the result was that he couldn’t figure it out. He and Zhou Lengbai had very little interaction. In the middle, he felt that he didn't seem to impress the other party deeply.

But revealing one's identity will always be detected no matter what, so after the first attempt failed, Qi Nanjun didn't think of any good way for the time being.

During the few seconds he was struggling, the scholar who watched the excitement recognized him, "It's the monarch!"

"Really! Kneel down!"

"Fighting and fighting under the eyes of the monarch! Sentence!"

"I said not to die, now I can't save it, so I slipped away."