Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1801: Incomplete ancient boat
Have any of the forbidden soldiers on this level died in battle?
Lin Beichen's mood became complicated.
He thought of one thing.
The entire Emperor's Temple has a total of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine floors.
Could it be that in every layer, there is a former race suppressed?
The prison of all races!
Could it be that this place is really suppressing all races?
Thinking of this, Lin Beichen's mood became even more complicated.
Phew.
Several dazzling purple streamers in the distance broke through layers of blockades and rushed towards the winding and dilapidated ancient road.
It is the beginning of the magic powerhouse.
The fanatics suddenly felt like an enemy.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
The one-armed, one-eyed old imperial guard smiled lightly and continued to move forward, not intending to make a move.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Dozens of sword beams shot up from the broken and broken weapons in front of the roadside tombstone in an instant. Blood rain all over the sky!
It is the dead strongman of the Forbidden Army!
Lin Beichen and other fanatics exclaimed together.
At this moment, everyone understood that it was the will of those powerful Forbidden Army warriors who had died in battle, which had not dissipated, and was still imprinted in the void of the ancient road, defending this only safe road, and not allowing any foreign enemies to invade.
What kind of fighting spirit is this.
Even if the body is rotten and broken, the will is still imprinted on the void.
Not even death can take away their fighting spirit.
Lin Beichen couldn't help but stop.
He bowed deeply to the tombstones on both sides of the ancient road.
Infected by his action, other fanatics also imitated, saluting to those who died in battle.
The one-armed, one-eyed old soldier showed a hint of relief on his face, and then directly urged: "Let's go, there are piles of dead bones, and there is nothing worth worshiping... Send the tribute as soon as possible." The most important thing is to be in front of His Majesty."
Everyone quickened their pace.
After a stick of incense, it came to an end.
The old **** slashed out with the broken knife in his hand, opening a door in the void.
The other side of the door is a black corridor.
"Let's go."
He urged the crowd.
The young man in white led the fanatics into the passage behind the door.
Lin Beichen entered the passage, looked back at the old pawn, and said, "Senior, do you have anything to say that you want the junior to tell His Majesty?"
The old **** bowed his head and remained silent for a while.
Before the gate was completely closed, he said: "I hope my emperor has learned that the secret language war department of the forbidden army has been fighting for 30,000 years, and it has fulfilled its mission."
The voice falls.
The door is completely closed.
Lin Beichen and others were silent in the black passage.
Many fanatics obviously didn't know that there was such a secret hidden in the Emperor's Temple, and they were all shocked.
"Your words are too much."
The young man in white looked at Lin Beichen and said, "The only mission we entered here was to deliver the tribute to His Majesty. As for the rest, we shouldn't ask, and we can't ask... Do you understand?"
Lin Beichen nodded without refuting.
This young man in white is the leader of the fanatics, so he should know some information.
These tributes are not particularly expensive in the imperial capital. The top ancestor families can all use this wealth, and it only plays a symbolic role in the entire Christmas ceremony.
But from the mouths of the soldiers of the imperial army, I learned that these tributes are extremely important to the emperor.
I'm afraid there is something weird about it.
"Continue."
The youth in white led the fanatics to move on.
Soon came the third floor.
Use the key to open the door on the third floor, and you come to a world of airspace surrounded by white clouds.
The prison of all races.
Which family is imprisoned at this level?
Suddenly, the sea of clouds ahead broke open.
An ancient bronze ship floated from the sky.
The sails on the ship are hunting, with two ancient characters painted on them——
Tracer.
Emperor's Custodian, Tracer War Department.
"You are finally here."
A voice came.
Lin Beichen followed the voice, his heart beating wildly.
On the mast, there was a man bound by black chains, a crippled man without arms or legs.
He was wearing the armor of the Ancient Forbidden Army, his hair was as white as snow, but his eyes were like two bright suns. Let's upload."
The young man in white waved his hand, and the fanatics boarded the ship with their offerings.
Dang dong bang.
The black chains that bound Zhou Zhou on the mast vibrated violently, streams of energy flowed out of his body, and injected into the ancient bronze ship, urging the ancient ship to break through the clouds and accelerate its flight.
Lin Beichen observed carefully.
It was discovered that there was only the navigator Zhou Zhou on this ancient ship, and no other forbidden troops were seen.
Along the way, I have never seen the enemy of the imperial army.
"Senior, why is the alien race suppressed in this world?"
Lin Beichen asked again.
The warning of the young man in white was completely ignored.
"This is the third floor of the Prison of Ten Thousand Clans, which suppressed the Yu Clan among the ten thousand Clans in the past."
Zhou Zhou is physically handicapped, but he is very easy-going. With a smile on his face, he explained: "In ancient times, the Yu clan was once a powerful clan among thousands of clans. The hundreds of millions of people of the tribe, His Majesty went on an expedition to break them up, take them in and suppress them, and I, the Tracer War Department, are responsible for imprisoning them..."
Is it the Yu clan?
Could it be the legendary birdman?
Ignoring the frequent gazes of the young man in white to stop him, he said, "Senior, in this prison of ten thousand races, is it possible that every floor is suppressing a foreign race?"
Zhou Zhou said: "That's true."
Lin Beichen said: "Why didn't all the ten thousand races be exterminated during the expedition, but imprisoned in this prison?"
Zhou Zhou smiled and said, "Maybe it's because the ten thousand races inherited the primordial universe after all, and it's hard to completely obliterate it, or maybe it's because of other reasons...Only His Majesty knows about these."
Seeing Zhou Zhou's good attitude, Lin Beichen couldn't help asking more questions.
"Why did the predecessors tie themselves to the mast?"
He asked again.
Zhou Zhou said: "My limbs were all cut off by the strong Yu clan, and I can't regenerate. I have become a useless person. Only by tying myself to this mast and uniting with the ancient ship can I drive the ancient ship."
Hearing this, Lin Beichen was in awe.
Afterwards, through Zhou Zhou's report, everyone also knew that the forbidden army on the third floor, like the second floor, had launched an attack on the Yu Clan a year before the arrival of the tribute, opening up Out of a safe channel.
In this way, everyone passed the third floor smoothly.
When the gate closed, the man who tied himself to the mast smiled and sent everyone away. That scene was deeply imprinted in Lin Beichen's mind.
There are many questions in his mind.
According to the legend, the emperor's imperial army, which is invincible in the universe and the galaxy, turned out to be a 'jailer', guarding the alien races in the prison of ten thousand races, preventing them from going out to harm the human race.
But since it is a prison, why not see all kinds of instruments of torture?
When the emperor imprisoned these people here, didn't he think about setting up some special formations or suppression methods so that these alien races could no longer threaten the imperial army?
In the first three floors, the war between the foreign race and the forbidden army was so brutal. If this continues, wouldn't it be possible for the foreign race to rush out one day?
And the betrayal of the saint back then, is it related to this prison of all races?