Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1800: Eternal Town Demon
At this moment, Lin Beichen's thoughts diverged wildly.
The emperor's imperial army sang the "Internationale" version of the battle hymn. Although some of the words have been adapted, the tune and general meaning are almost 100% identical to the "Internationale".
Coincidence?
Unlikely.
Coincidence of one or two lines of lyrics, or a coincidence of a tune, is already against the sky.
How can the word 'coincidence' explain such an almost identical thing?
So the question is coming?
Why do songs on earth appear here?
And it was sung from the mouth of the Holy Emperor's Custodian.
The Holy Emperor is a time traveler?
Or is it that a time traveler appeared in the Holy Emperor's Forbidden Army, wrote this song, dedicated it to the Emperor, and was adopted?
But anyway...
It's all about the time traveler.
This discovery made Lin Beichen both shocked and delighted.
It's like a person who has been wandering abroad for countless years and has settled down in a foreign country. Suddenly one day, he heard the local accent.
If at this time, a person suddenly appeared and said to Lin Beichen: Brother Lin, the seagulls in Qinghai Lake are coming again, the wind in Dianchi Lake blows over the West Mountain, the Three Gorges Dam releases the flood for the second time, and our country has become the number one in the world The big economy, Taiwan returned, the snow in Qilian Mountains melted, and the peach blossoms in Wuquanshan Park in Lanzhou...
Lin Beichen will definitely burst into tears.
But at this time, the battle is still going on.
The Forbidden Army showed a strong combat effectiveness.
Their strength lies not only in the terror of their individual cultivation, nor in the mystery of the battle formation, but also in their spirit and will, which are as tough as steel and unshakable.
The battle song of the imperial army resounded through the first floor of the Prison of Ten Thousand Races.
In the end, the primitive orcs broke up.
The road finally came to an end.
The generals of the Forbidden Army were soaked in blood, and blood dripped from their armor.
At this moment, Lin Beichen suddenly understood why their armors were bright red, and also understood where those dense knife marks and holes came from.
They are guarding this floor.
Guarding the bottom of the human race.
The original orcs here are one of the ten thousand races in the era of great destruction, a symbol of cruelty and cruelty. It is recorded in many annals of the human race. , Random captive killing...
Later, the Holy Emperor was born, which reversed the tragic situation of the human race, created the 24 bloodlines to cultivate and inherit, conquered all sides, defeated countless enemies, and only then did the rise of the human race.
The orc race was once one of the great sufferers of the human race.
As the human race established the strongest empire, the original orcs have already withdrawn from the stage of history. The follow-up war source orcs, red nightmare orcs, etc. are all descendants of them, but most of them no longer dare to blatantly fight with the human race empire. Against...
Unexpectedly, it turned out that the ancestor of the orcs was actually imprisoned in the Temple of the Emperor.
"We can only protect you through the first floor."
The leader of the Forbidden Army looked at the crowd and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Your Majesty's tribute must be brought with you. It is a matter of great importance."
Speaking, he opened the front door of the heavenly array.
Among the green mountains and green waters ahead, the void was slowly pulled open like a curtain, and a black corridor appeared outside the door, with faint yellow steps spreading towards the second floor of the Emperor's Temple.
The fanatics carried the fair and entered the corridor.
Then the door closed with a slow rumble.
"If you see Your Majesty, please convey the words of worship from the Fengling War Department of the Imperial Army: We have fought for 30,000 years, and we have no complaints or regrets. I am afraid that we will never see Your Majesty again in this life. I hope that Your Majesty will live forever!" /
"We, would like to shed the last drop of blood, forever suppress evil spirits!"
The sound came from the slowly closing door.
Lin Beichen turned around.
He saw that on the other side of the door, the soldiers of the imperial army took off their armor and hugged their chests, revealing their old faces and gray hair.
At this moment, Lin Beichen's heart seemed to be grabbed by something.
The general died in battle, and the strong man returned after ten years.
These arrogances who once ruled the prehistoric universe, these gods of war who once terrified countless enemies of the human race, these warriors who defended the glory of the human race and forged the monument of the human race...they are old.
But even if they are skinny and old, even if their hair turns gray, they still guard here.
Boom.
The door slowly closed.
Never see those white-haired Custodians again.
Lin Beichen followed the crowd and walked along the corridor.
The fanatics were silent at this moment.
Obviously, Lin Beichen was not the only one who was shocked just now.
The crowd continued to move forward along the corridor.
Soon, he arrived in front of the second stone gate.
It was still the white-clothed leader from before, holding the key, and opened the door to the second floor...
A lavender light shines in from the other side of the door.
A faint demonic energy lingers in the void.
It's another small world.
A world full of magic.
The moment the door opened, I heard the roaring sound between the heaven and the earth, the energy fluctuations of the clash between the new ancestor-level powerhouses rushed towards us, and the terrifying air flow swept the entire small world...
Second floor of the Emperor's Temple.
The second floor of the Prison of Ten Thousand Races.
This is a small world imprisoned by void magic sources.
"You are here."
A figure dressed in broken armor and dragging a broken knife appeared inside the gate. He has only one eye, lacks his left arm, gray hair, and skinny bones. The wounds on his body are constantly healing and cracking.
This is a new ancestor-level powerhouse.
Judging from the broken armor on his body, he is also the emperor's forbidden army.
"The teleportation array on the second floor has been destroyed. Your majesty's tribute can only be sent there on foot. We have been preparing for this day for a long time. Come on."
He looked at Lin Beichen and the others with a flash of relief in his eyes, and immediately held the broken knife and led the way.
The fanatics followed behind, moving forward silently.
Purple-black mist shrouded the sky, the sound of battle came from a distance, streams of light pierced the sky, and frightening energy explosions and fluctuations came continuously.
"Is the demon clan imprisoned here?"
Lin Beichen couldn't help asking.
"It is Shimo, the creature that was first captured by the void, and once almost destroyed the entire universe..."
The old guard with a broken knife answered as he walked.
"In order to ensure your smooth passage, our department has launched a general attack, which has suppressed Shi Mo from the Soul Monument Road. Follow me and you can pass safely."
He didn't look back.
"Are you the commander of the imperial army stationed here?"
Lin Beichen asked again.
"Commander? I'm just an old soldier who has sharpened his sword and sharpened his sword. The commander died in battle three thousand years ago, and the current commander has changed three times...Young man, follow me and don't go astray."
The voice of the old imperial guard was vicissitudes, and drops of blood continued to flow from the wounds on his body that could not heal.
At this time, Lin Beichen realized that on both sides of the road he and others were walking on, there were bright red tombstones erected, like guardrails, surrounding the path in the wilderness.
The tombstone is unnamed.
But there is a broken Imperial Army weapon in front of the stele.
He instantly understood that under these tombstones, those who were buried forever were the emperor's imperial guards who had died in battle.