Zhou Chang was just waiting for this rebellion.
In this way, he would have the opportunity to eliminate all potential threats, wash away the sha of the past, and then focus on dealing with Yanrong and Nanjin Country.
No wonder Qingzhou fell so easily to the rebels.
No wonder, after Yuan Anjiang submitted his report to the court, the Emperor showed no reaction.
When the ti ca, and the people of Qingzhou were all dead, it could be said they were massacred by the rebels. No one would suspect anything, and public opinion would overwhelmingly support the Emperor.
Jiang Shouzhong felt sowhat lost.
He had been hoping to kill a few more rebels in the city to slow their murderous pace, waiting for Dazhou to send reinforcents and save so innocent civilians.
But now, what was there to wait for?
What could he save?
He Benquan, looking at the ruins, said, "But do you know why Zhou Chang lured those people to Qingzhou? Because a monster is suppressed here."
"Monster?"
Jiang Shouzhong’s brows furrowed.
"Not human, nor demon, they are called Asura."
He Benquan said, "This place used to be the stronghold of the Asura Clan. They built their own world underground, right here. Apart from Ancestral Shura, the most formidable were the Asura Queen and the Asura Undead Army."
Jiang Shouzhong had heard about them from Ran Qingchen.
But in her version, both the Asura Undead Army and the Asura Queen were already dead.
"You an, the Asura Queen is not dead?"
Jiang Shouzhong asked.
He Benquan laughed and said, "Asura are not demons, but they possess a characteristic of demons, which is that their souls can survive after death. That Asura Queen has been suppressed here.
And those renowned Asura Undead Army soldiers, they are sealed sowhere, and only the Asura Queen can command them.
I tell you, Jiang Mo, the Formation base in Qingzhou is not the only one, they are everywhere.
The damn Emperor is using the fresh blood of these civilians to nourish the soul of the Asura Queen, to release her.
Because of the special nature of the Formation, once the Queen breaks free of her bonds, she will be controlled by the Emperor.
With the Asura Queen, he will have control of the Asura Undead Army, essentially adding a weapon to attack Yanrong.
Moreover, as far as I know, Yanrong is also trying hard to acquire another troop of Divine Weapon, the Snow Domain Divine Soldiers."
Jiang Shouzhong was deeply shaken.
So Zhou Chang’s plans were this extensive.
"Cough cough cough..."
Having spoken so much, He Benquan’s breath gradually weakened, and blood kept spilling out of his mouth.
Jiang Shouzhong squatted down and transmitted so Yuan Qi to the other person.
He Benquan, regaining a bit of vitality, clutched Jiang Shouzhong’s sleeve tightly and gasped:
"Jiang Mo, not all the people of Qingzhou are bad, many are innocent. There are won, there are children, I hope you... you can save as many as you can.
Right now, I forcibly destroyed the formation pillar in Asura City, making it impossible for Zhou Chang to fully control her. And the divine power of the Asura Queen cannot be fully restored in a short ti.
I originally planned to kill the Asura Queen, but she’s already erged.
Moreover, it seems this woman has planted a Heart Demon in soone and can appear outside through illusions.
Now that she is out, she can possess that person without any hesitation.
Jiang Mo, you must kill her!
This woman is more terrifying than any demon in the world, utterly inhumane. Once she regains her divine power, it will be harder to kill her... and then more people will die."
Jiang Shouzhong’s expression was complicated.
He could feel that He Benquan truly wished to save those innocent people in Qingzhou.
Even at the cost of his own life.
When he first attempted to assassinate the Crown Prince, it was out of vengeance, but it was also a declaration of war against the Emperor.
Perhaps he had helped the Crown Prince do many evil deeds, but his only desire was to climb higher, to attain a position from where he could seek welfare for the people of the world.
But the problem was, the massacre at Anhe Village really left Jiang Shouzhong unable to let go.
"I want to know, why did you stop the soldiers from saving Anhe Village back then?"
Jiang Shouzhong eventually couldn’t resist asking.
He Benquan was stunned for a mont, seemingly not expecting Jiang Shouzhong to ask this, but he still replied, "If I had another chance, I still wouldn’t save that village."
"Why?"
Jiang Shouzhong clenched his fists.
The light in He Benquan’s eyes gradually dissipated as he murmured,
"The people in that village, they were all infected with Demon Energy; saving them would have hard even more people. And..."
He Benquan’s lips curled up in a sneer, "More importantly, the butcher of that village wasn’t so beast demons, but... a woman nad Ye Zhuchan, who killed all of the more than eighty villagers."
What!?
Jiang Shouzhong’s brain "exploded" with a bang, his facial expression frozen—a mix of disbelief, astonishnt, and confusion.
Ye... Ye was actually the culprit behind that massacre!?
How could this be possible?
At this mont, inside the man’s heart, it felt as if a million bolts of thunder were roaring at the sa ti, yet he could not find a single, definitive voice to describe the shock and astonishnt.
"Impossible!"
Jiang Shouzhong grabbed He Benquan’s collar in one swift motion, bellowing, "You’re talking nonsense!!"
However, He Benquan’s breath had already faded, and he had died completely.
Jiang Shouzhong slowly released the body, staggered backward a few steps, his gaze losing focus.
Boom!
Sothing outside seed to explode.
...
Three miles away from the outskirts of Qingzhou.
An army appeared as ghostly as specters, silent as the night; their black armor spread out in a line like a tide.
In the midst of the troops, the command flag fluttered, black with a golden border, billowing in the wind.
In front of the soldiers, there were several siege engines resembling catapults, imnse in structure, equipped with large oil drums wrapped in mysterious talismans.
Standing to the side were arrays of heavy crossbows ticulously crafted by the Heavenly Craftsmanship Institute, row upon row, with a majestic presence.
Each giant crossbow was forged of refined iron, the bow arms about a zhang long, their force capable of piercing stone and splitting gold.
The arrows stood in rows, their fletching gleaming with a cold light; the arrowheads were poisoned and sharpened, pointing toward the heavens, like dragons and tigers waiting in silence for the command, ready to strike.
A middle-aged general clad in black armor looked at the city occupied by the rebels not far away, his gaze ice cold. He slowly raised his hand, and then brought it down hard, commanding, "Fire!"
In an instant, a myriad of arrows burst forth like a tempestuous wind and sudden rain, all shooting through the air together.
The oil drums, marked with cryptic talismans, soared into the air propelled by the gigantic siege engines, following the torrent of arrows, slicing through the sky. They were like teors from beyond the heavens, trailing a faint glow.
The sky, which had been bright, turned gloomy and sunless.
The massacre of the city began!
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