The Queen Dressed as a Supporting Girl[Transmigration Book]

I dreamed about you last night!

A simple line of words jumped out of the paper and fell into Yan Yunran's eyes. The hand holding the paper crane trembled slightly.

Just as he was hesitating what to do with the red paper crane, the paper crane spontaneously ignited out of thin air, turning into ashes and blowing away with the wind.

Yan Yunran rubbed his fingers that were burnt red, with melancholy in his eyes.After a long time, he sighed heavily, looking at the battlefield of humans and demons agitated by spells in the distance, his heart felt bewildered.

Then he shook his head, cleared his complicated thoughts, and turned around to help the doctor deal with a large number of injuries.

In the previous battle, although the human race defended the imperial city, it paid a high price, which made the already small number of human races even fewer. This also made it more urgent to rescue the human race in the occupied areas. Big counterattack.

Those demon commanders who were equivalent to Nascent Soul monks almost all fell overnight, which boosted the morale of the people. Under the leadership of General Qingluo, they worked with the Immortal League to formulate a battle plan, regained the lost land one by one, every inch of the country, and returned to the human race underfoot.

With the continuous recovery of the lost land, after the human race that had been reduced to two-legged sheep was rescued, the number of human attacking people doubled, and the momentum was like a rainbow.And all this went smoothly, only because of her secret help.

After Yan Yunran dealt with the injuries of hundreds of people, the setting sun was like blood, and the human army retreated.She straightened up, rubbed her sore waist, performed the cleansing technique, returned to the main camp, stood in the clouds, and guarded the human army.

Ordinary people are no better than demon soldiers. Fighting at night will always suffer a big loss. If they withdraw their troops to protect themselves, they have to defend against the night attack of the demon army. After all, there are still an unknown number of demon generals. If they are not careful, the human race will be destroyed.

When the last ray of afterglow dissipated, the bloody female general withdrew from the battlefield to the barracks after riding off her horse.

Yan Yunran stared at her from afar, seeing dark red blood flowing, and seeing tumbling devil energy, turbulent and thick, making one tremble.

She is still her, not quite what she used to be. I don't know if her nature has been released, or she is affected by magic power, but she is becoming more and more evil.Fortunately, she was on the side of the human race from beginning to end.

Yan Yunfeng, who returned to the barracks, took care of his injuries briefly, teleported to his sister, followed her line of sight, and stared at the demonic nun general who was surging with demonic energy.

"She clearly has the strength to destroy the demon army with a single gesture. Why does she suppress her strength to become a mediocre monk and fight the demon army at close quarters?"

Regarding his younger brother's doubts, Yan Yunran gave one of the answers: "By recovering the rivers and mountains by oneself, this catastrophe is meaningful to the human race."

Yan Yunfeng understood, but he disagreed.If he had this ability, he would definitely not watch the human race continue to sacrifice.This is not tempering, this is dying.What a cruel heart it is to make such a decision.Also, she is not a human race!

"Sister, tell me, what will happen to this world if such a magic cultivator is out of control?"

A cold light flashed in Yan Yunran's eyes, and he looked sideways at his younger brother.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yan Yunfeng suddenly noticed that there was a demonic aura flashing past beside him, which was the same as the aura of the demon cultivator. He turned his head in shock and saw his indifferent sister, his sword eyebrows furrowed suspiciously.

Could it be that it was just an illusion?

Yan Yunran: "Everything is important."

If there is such a day, she will personally kill the out-of-control people, so, Yan Yuji, please don't lose your original intention.

With just four words, Yan Yunfeng understood what my sister meant, but there was a chill in my heart. If that person was me, would my sister also do the same.This assumption made him feel a little uncomfortable. He knew his sister's temperament too well, so he would take it lightly after all.

Half a year later, the human army took the imperial city as the center and regained a large amount of lost ground in all directions. It has reached half of its original size, but it has gradually revealed the disadvantage of insufficient personnel.In this catastrophe, the number of human races dropped sharply. Even with the rescued people, it was difficult to hold the territory they had laid down. They were often counterattacked by the magic army, causing many casualties during the period.

After another battle in the north, the human soldiers cleaned the battlefield as usual, dragged the corpses of the monsters back to the camp, and handed them to the cook camp to stew the meat soup. The skinny man's eyes were red, he licked his dry lips and swallowed frantically.Some people were so hungry that they got up from the ground, dragged their thin bodies, and rushed towards the fragrant big pot of stewed meat.

When one person moves, more hungry and crazy people are driven to rush over, and there is also a stampede, which scares the people in the cook camp to rush to protect the pot.Years of wars, food is pitifully scarce, and both sides feed on each other, so there is no food worry.

These newly rescued people were intercepted by soldiers before they approached the cook camp. When they met those who were crazy and refused to listen to dissuasion, they went straight down with a knife, and had no time to deal with a group of weak people who lost their minds.Beheading civilians, if it was put in a peaceful age, then he really wanted to die, but in a time when all the people were red-eyed, there were not so many taboos, and everyone fighting on the battlefield was infected with evil spirits.

When the knife went down, some people were scared, subconsciously hugging their heads and knelt on the ground, while some were even more crazy, snatching weapons and hacking.Scenes like this will appear after every battlefield. At first, the army will patiently appease the strong, but the weak will bully the strong and make trouble in groups, so they lose their good temper and just cut across the board to save trouble.

At night, countless demon armies came from all directions, devouring the team, and none of them ran out.At dawn, a large piece of red soil appeared, which looked like it was soaked in blood, and scattered limbs and arms.

Qing Luo received the military order and marched towards this place, intending to kill this ferocious demon army.Arranging troops in formation, walking day and night, tense all the time, no one in the Qing family army dared to relax and enter the battle at any time.

On the way to the north, they fought with the demon army one after another, and the news of success spread to the rear, encouraging the people in the rear, with the hope of victory, to devote themselves to farming, shouting with a hoe: Long live the Qing family army. ． ． ． ． ．

One after another, it seems to be endless.

On this day at the end of summer, it was rainy and the mountains were filled with moist mist.

Countless elite demon troops rushed towards the shore like a turbulent wave, and instantly dispersed the Qing family's army. However, the monks who were supposed to protect the army did not take any action, allowing the elite demon army to attack the army.

Qing Luo turned her head and looked around, those monks who had vacated in the air had already vomited blood and died, they all fell down and became the belly of the demon army.The emergency horn blew, and they quickly dispersed in all directions. The army who heard the distress signal did not go out to rescue them.

Three days and three nights passed, the distress signal gradually weakened, but it never stopped, like the last trace of stubbornness in despair.

As the new sun rises, the 30 Qing Family Army has only a hundred or less, and they are exhausted.The whistling magic weapon was aimed at Qing Luo, who couldn't see his original appearance.

There was a loud sound of "噗味", that was the sound of weapons piercing flesh and blood.

"General..." The guard moved his body with his last breath, blocking the fatal blow with his body. He still had a lot of things he wanted to say to the general, but the word "general" was already the limit.

Qing Luo didn't have time to hug the fallen guard, and didn't have time to vent his grief and anger, so he could only support his heavy body and fight with his last breath.Unwillingness and anger filled his whole body, but he was suppressed by the magic army and couldn't vent.

Looking at the brothers and sisters who came out together, they fell down one by one, Qingluo's tears were all shed, the morning wind pierced through his bones, chilling his blood.The magic army in all directions was like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, aiming at the remnant soldiers and generals in the encirclement.

Qing Luo smelled the stench of blood, which emanated from the mouth of the charging demon army. He felt the sharpness of the weapon and touched the scarred skin. He wanted to swing the weapon to kill, but he was too tired and his arms were too heavy. , he couldn't exert himself.

Rising sun, is that new life?Why can't he see the light and feel the temperature?

In such thoughts, the surrounding air is like ripples, soft and soft, which is extremely comfortable, as if the whole body is soaked in warm water, or trapped in soft down, but in an instant, those The oncoming demon army crushed into blood foam.

What came into the eyes of the remaining dozens of people was a touch of snow from the east, with the morning sun as the background, and the morning wind came in an instant. The loud and clear cry of the gods and beasts pierced the sky, and the huge figure swirled in the sky. Countless phantoms appeared together, and the heaven and earth seemed to be filled with holy brilliance, shattering the frozen world and bringing a peaceful temperature.

In a blink of an eye, this elite demon army, except for the demon soldiers who saw the situation was wrong and fled early with burning blood, the rest were all broken into dregs and became the nourishment of this land.

Looking at the holy snow color, Qing Luo smiled and fell into a deep coma.

A few days later, I woke up from the nightmare.His injuries are basically healed, but his heart can't go back to the past. Now there is only one unconscious partner by his side, the original Qing Family Army, and the Dragon and Tiger Army who transformed into the Qing Family Army. The brothers and sisters who have been together day and night are all away from him now.

"General, you are finally awake!"

The soldier who opened the curtain and came in looked only eleven or twelve years old. His cheeks were young, but he showed maturity that didn't match his age. When he saw him wake up, his eyes burst into a smile, and every tone of his voice was full of excitement. looking surprised.

It was a strange face, Qing Luo had never seen it before, and asked him: "How is it outside?"

His voice was hoarse when he opened his mouth, and he took the water that the little soldier hastily handed over to him and drank it.

The little soldier saluted respectfully, and his face, which had been smiling just now, returned to full of sadness again, and replied: "The magic army is like a rainbow, and our army is retreating steadily."

Speaking of the next few words, the little soldier gritted his teeth, and his back molars were grinding uncontrollably.

"General, you have woken up. As long as you show up, our army's morale will be greatly boosted, and we will surely kill the demon army."

Knowing that it is impossible, but this is the hope in his little heart, as long as there is hope, there is hope for the human race.

After a long time, Qing Luo finally said "Mmm", the voice was flat, without much emotion in it, and asked the little soldier who was stunned: "Where is Immortal Yan?"

The little soldier thought for a while, and then realized who the general was asking. The general should be asking the leader Yan's sister, who saved the general.

"Back to the general, I heard that the tens of thousands of people newly rescued in the west have been infiltrated by devilish energy, Immortal Yan rushed to purify them."

When talking about Immortal Yan, the little soldier was full of longing and admiration. He also really wanted to have the ability to move mountains and fill the sea, and he also really wanted to have the Baize beast, which had the ability to purify demon energy and save countless human races.

This kind of ability, Qing Luo also wants to have it, but unfortunately, immortals are different, the aptitude of the bones is determined in the mother's womb, and each has its own position after birth.

Getting off the bed and putting on the armor, he asked again, "Where is the Immortal Venerable?"

The little soldier knew that he was asking about the Demon Cultivator, so General Qingluo respectfully called her the Immortal Venerable. Most people in the human race secretly called her the Demon Cultivator. Although she was working for the Human Race, the Demon Cultivator was the Demon Cultivator , they are sworn to death by the human race and the demon race.

"That she, I haven't seen her when she came in, maybe she's on some battlefield!"

Qing Luo frowned, and opened her mouth to reprimand, but finally endured it.He understood why the Immortal Venerable didn't make friends with others, even though there was her arrogant arrogance in it, and there was also hatred from both humans and demons.Whether it is my race or not, its heart must be different. This mentality, even if the immortal has been fighting for the human race, it cannot eliminate the prejudice in the heart of the human race, not to mention the high strength of the immortal, which makes people jealous. Awe and defense exist at the same time. .

For some reason, Qing Luo feels more and more that this demon cultivator is the red-clothed immortal he hugged his legs to beg for when he was young. So similar.Touching the little white flower of the healing department on the top of his head, he couldn't help but curl his mouth when he remembered the scene where he followed her and smashed the monster's head.

Picking up the long sword, he strode out of the tent, facing the empty sun, he wanted to start over, avenge the dead brothers, hold the power of life and death, and no longer be dispatched by those fools.

Since then, Qing Luo, who raised the banner of independence, waved his arms, and there were many followers. He established himself as the emperor and the name of the country as Zhou.The remaining human races will start to stand in line for the rest of their lives and their ideals. No one knows what the future will look like, and they don't have a bottom line in their hearts.Should we continue to follow the old dynasty conservatively, or follow the new dynasty?

Most of the time when thinking about this issue, there are a few ambitious people who also follow Qingluo's practice and become emperors in troubled times. Generals, big and small, each lead their own troops to dominate one side, they also want to fight Yes, maybe it will be done.

Surrounded by powerful enemies on the outside, internal strife among the human race, changing from offensive to defensive, and frequent use of troops internally, in a short period of time, hundreds of battles, large and small, annexed each other day and night, everyone wants to become the king of the human race, rule the vast mountains and rivers, look down world.

This kind of civil strife lasted for nearly a month, and within this month, the magic army unexpectedly did not attack on a large scale. Walking, whoever has the guts to die, just missed this great opportunity, and only prayed to the Demon Emperor to get out of the customs quickly, chop up this demon cultivator who eats inside and outside, and occupy the blood-stained mountains and rivers again.

This civil strife is like raising Gu, the one that wins in the end becomes the Gu king, and the Immortal Alliance rarely intervenes, watching the survival of the fittest.

Qing Luo won, and the human race officially opened the chapter of the Great Zhou Dynasty.This dynasty will stand on the land of Dongaoshenzhou for thousands of years, becoming the longest dynasty in the long history of Dongaoshenzhou.

The civil strife ceased, and the firepower was unanimous to the outside world. The two races of humans and demons once again entered into a new round of fighting, and staged scenes of occupation and counterattack.

Another spring and autumn came, the Demon Emperor finally came out, and Yan Yuji, who had trained her instinctive reactions, finally left the human army, took off her mottled armor, flew across the sea of ​​clouds in a red dress, and flew into the vast galaxy in an instant , and face off against the more powerful Demon Emperor.

She has been waiting for this day for a long time.

On this day, the two races of humans and demons tacitly ceased fighting at the same time. Before the two supreme beings were victorious, they would not fight again. Everything was determined by this battle to determine the survival of the other party.