Chapter 212 Dawn of the Kingdom

 Many years later, Tiesai will remember that day.

He originally thought it was just an ordinary mission from the Martial Arts Association, but he didn't expect that he had entered Shura Purgatory.

The Association told him that in a strange place in the New World in the north, several adventurers died.

Death is a part of adventure, but those who kill adventurers hang their bodies on spears and expose them to the weather for demonstration and ridicule.

 The surviving adventurers escaped and asked the association to rescue their trapped companions and bring back the bodies of the three adventurers so that their souls could return to their homeland.

 Yancheng and Yaocheng decided to rescue after discussion and handed it over to the Martial Arts Association for execution.

 Before this, there had never been such a brutal and brutal blatant evil act. This was not only a contempt and desecration of human life, but also a frontal provocation to Yaocheng and Yancheng.

　　The perpetrators were a rebel army equipped with armor and weapons. They were well-organized and large in number, and they were probably planning a big deal.

This mission is to rescue the three trapped adventurers, try to bring back the other three corpses, and investigate the purpose and lair of this group of people.

 Tiese arrived at the tavern in the New World in the north and met another person.

The other party was wearing armor and a linen robe. Tiesai recognized the ghost armor at a glance and learned from the exchange that the other person was indeed a ghost.

 The ghost's name is Yaopu. She is a senior doctor and has the ability to "treat". This time she went there not only to bring back the corpse, but also to awaken the three souls and lead them back to Yancheng.

Through the ghost armor, Yaopu made a sizzling voice: "What are you good at?"

Tiese said truthfully: "I am good at writing and drawing maps, and I don't have much combat experience."

“It’s okay, I’m here. Even though I’m a doctor, I often fight with sandworms and man-eating crabs. After they’re injured, I treat them.”

Yaopu patted his chest with his finger armor, making a clanging sound of metal.

 “Then, I’ll trouble you to put in more effort.” Tiesai said.

 It’s always good to have someone to help you when you’re out and about.

“There is another martial monk.” Yao Pu asked, “Do you know who it is?”

Tiese said he didn’t know either.

This mission is urgent because the trapped people may be in danger at any time and their bodies may be completely destroyed at any time. The association also immediately issued a task directly to the martial monks staying in Yancheng and selected the three of them.

“We were talking about meeting outside the tavern, why don’t we go out and have a look.” Tiesai suggested.

 The two of them walked out of the tavern.

Yaopu immediately noticed the **** beetle chewing potatoes at the door and looked very interested: "I didn't expect someone here could tame this guy."

Tiese explained: "It is not tame, it is a companion in the journey."

"Is this your mount? I can't tell. You are quite capable."

Yaopu was in awe.

 “It’s not a mount… it’s a partner.” Tie Sai emphasized.

Many people regard **** armor as high-level horses or extraordinary fighting beasts. This is not right. They are a kind of adventurous warriors.

This **** beetle originally followed the gourmet Nong Chan. Later, Nong Chan went to Sanillo to work as a chef, so he entrusted the **** beetle to Tiesai and continued his adventure with him.

Tiese suddenly noticed a man standing next to the tavern.

This man was wrapped in an old cotton coat and wore a felt hat. He looked very old, carrying a bulging bundle, and his right arm was tightly wrapped in dense bandages, as if he had been injured.

Tiesai had excellent eyesight. He felt excited and hurried over.

 “Mr. Shiojiu.”

He tried to lower his voice: "I can see you in the north. Are you practicing here?"

The old man smiled at him and squeezed out the deep wrinkles on his face: "You are here to accept the association's mission, right?"

"Yes."

Tiese was stunned: "Are you...with us?"

Yaopu also came over, and this time she hissed: "Great monk Yanjiu! I...I have always admired you."

Yanjiu said softly: "Come with me and talk as you go."

 He led the way into the ice and snow mountains.

“The association can tell you very little about this mission, because many things need to be kept secret, and can only be carried out by reliable and experienced martial monks.”

Yanjiu exhaled white air from his mouth and spoke slowly: "We are indeed going to rescue three adventurers. Before entering, I need you to paint your whole body blue and temporarily disguise yourself as one of the Corruptors. Without my permission, You can’t restore your appearance and reveal your identity before.”

 “Because we are going to step into another world.”

 Tiesei and Yaopu both froze upon hearing this.

“That world is called [Wuji Kingdom], and it is a world where a divine war is breaking out.”

 “Follow me, and you will know when I get there.”

The old man climbed over mountains and ridges, crossing patches of ice fields. The front suddenly opened up and entered hills covered with sand and gravel. Ahead are endless mountains with few plants, but there is only a line separating them from the snow-covered land behind.

 Three martial monks crossed the border and carried out a mission.

 …

It has been a month since he arrived in the Kingdom of Wuji. Tiese was initially very interested in everything here, then surprised and admired, then regretful, and now he feels sympathy and anger.

This was originally an independent kingdom, and the people of the kingdom lived a simple and peaceful life. But now it has been completely broken by the fearless foreign empire. They have been invaded and killed, and they are facing the threat of national subjugation at any time.

Wuji people cannot speak, their eyes are usually gold or silver, and because of their special flesh and blood, they paint their bodies with black mud to avoid touching water. Once they touch water, they will burn and explode.

 They look strange and cannot speak, but they are not stupid. The Wuji people can make ground boats and carve various figures, palaces, horses and trees out of stone. They are natural sculptors and stonemasons.

 Some Uji people will leave something representing their name in the black mud on their body, such as a palm print, a branch, or various stone sculptures, and that is their name.

There was a man from Wuji who had several pine cones embedded in his body. Tiesai called him Wu Guo. Wu Guo gave Tie Sai a stone carving. Tie Sai's face was carved on the stone, and every hair was clearly carved. This kind of craftsmanship must be priceless in Yancheng.

In return, Tiesai drew a portrait for him.

Wuguo was very happy. He pointed at the paper, gestured, waved his arms, and picked up the shields and spears left by the imperial soldiers on the ground and waved them.

 Tiese understands.

 He drew a battlefield map for Ugo. The Ugo in the painting is brandishing a spear, launching a counterattack with other Uzi people, and is chasing the imperial army.

Wuguo liked it so much that he took the painting everywhere to show it to others.

 He plucked out his gold left eye and gave it to an iron plug as a thank you.

 The iron plug was not closed.

 He just felt sad.

 As a painter, he has never been as heavy as now.

One day, the Fearless Empire seemed to suddenly lose its patience and began to attack the defense line frantically. The giant crossbow machine on the back of the sand lizard fired columnar crossbows one after another. The defense line was in chaos, and explosions occurred one after another.

  The Imperial Legion launched round after round of bombardments and arrow rains. The spearmen and shield soldiers at the front continued to advance and entered into hand-to-hand combat with the Wuzi warriors.

Tiese saw with his own eyes that two Wuzi men were penetrated and burned. They desperately rushed out of the line and ran towards the enemy at the last moment, hoping to explode among the enemies. But in a moment, he was shot down by the Empire's spears and flaming bows and exploded into pieces.

Each time an Uzi was killed, Imperial soldiers would swarm over and collect the fragments of the corpse, which were priceless trophies to them.

After that day, Tiesai never saw Wu Guo again.

Tiese drew one picture after another to record everything he saw: the brave and cowardly Wuji people, the soldiers grabbing and laughing at the corpses, the running self-destructors, the flattering surrenderers, and more There are many unknown soldiers who stand on the line of defense without retreating.

These are pictures he has never seen before.

 In the world under the protection of Yao God, there has never been such a tragic situation.

Tiese once believed that a life-and-death battle with extraordinary creatures was the most cruel test, poverty was the prelude to misfortune in life, and failure to get what one wanted was the most regrettable outcome for everyone.

Now he discovered that these were nothing at all.

 There is no lower limit to true cruelty, and even anger becomes meaningless and will only make people feel powerless and insignificant.

Tiesai began to paint non-stop. He wanted to record all the most realistic scenes here, tell the Yao compatriots what happened here, use paper and pen to remember those tall earth arches that kept collapsing, and leave behind The dead and dying people of Uji...

 He fell into a state of forgetfulness.

 The pieces of paper are connected together, and the painting seems to have come to life.

The dead Wuji soldiers stood up from the paper, with smiles on their stiff and dark faces. The soldiers waved to him, and then rushed to the battlefield without hesitation.

　Ti Sai’s hand holding the charcoal drew blood, and the blood blended into the painting.

 In his daze, he saw Wu Guo.

Ugo spoke for the first time and said happily to him: "My friend, we are victorious. Our kingdom has won this great Patriotic War! Please paint us another picture."

Tiese smiled and said, "Okay, okay, great, I'll draw it right now."

 …

 When Tiesai woke up again, he felt as if he had lost his soul.

Physician Yaopu said with a murmur: "You almost died. Can you draw people to death if you draw pictures? Fortunately, I brought a lot of herbal medicine to pick you up."

Next to him, Lao Yanjiu looked at Tiesai with admiration: "He has broken through himself and realized his own abilities here. Those paintings are great masterpieces."

 “Are these paintings named?”

Tiese was silent for a while: "They are called "Dawn of the Kingdom"."

 He hopes that the darkness will eventually dissipate.

 “What a good name.”

Shiojiu said with a serious face: "The gods have sent down the oracle, and the Blood Knight is preparing the Corruptor Legion. The real counterattack will begin soon, and the war is about to end. Our mission is also officially allowed to be carried out."

“Everyone, let’s go together to save our compatriots.”

 Tiesei nodded vigorously.

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 (End of this chapter)