Chapter 5 Let the Gods Strike Back at Me! On the Xin closed his eyes slightly, glanced at the old man impatiently, and spoke in an indifferent voice. "Go ahead." The bald old man took two steps forward, and his bare, dry palms danced in time with his words. "The Great Shang Kingdom has been worshipping the gods for six hundred years and has made many contributions." "But since you ascended the throne, there have been some shortcomings." "The gods are beginning to doubt your determination to serve them." "But...it can still be remedied!" In order to promote something, one must first suppress it. The old man knows a little about the art of controlling people. The current Shang Dynasty is indeed a bit slack. He pulled out a map from his brown cuff. It shook twice in the air, and then a guard took it and handed it to Emperor Xin.
“This marks the new collection site.” "My king, please try your best and do as I say." The old man did not tell the consequences of not doing as he was told. The consequences can be summed up in two words: destruction of the country. Emperor Xin sat up straight, glanced casually at the scroll, and spoke in a cold voice. “Digging a new hole?” "Da Shang has to invest millions of manpower every year. Where can we find people for the gods to dispatch?" The old man said, "That's true. There are no people in Da Shang. There are still many uncivilized areas around Da Shang, such as Qiang, Man, Rong, and Di." Emperor Xin narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, and his tone was ambiguous. "So, God wants me to include these places in my territory?" "Your Majesty's bravery is unmatched in the world!" The old man nodded and continued, "If you lead a million elite soldiers of the Shang Dynasty, you will surely be able to conquer all the countries in the four directions." "Humph!" Emperor Xin's face was as cold as frost, and he was extremely furious. Is there any difference between sending a million elite soldiers and forcing a million people to work? When our ancestors were serving the gods, the Shang Dynasty was already in decline and riddled with problems. If we continue to let the gods mess around, the whole world will surely rebel within a few years. He had two choices... face the desperate struggle of the Shang people or face the wrath of the gods. "The greed of the gods has reached a point of insanity!" "Since Cheng Tang, my ancestors have worked hard and never complained for thirty generations." "I still don't understand...what is this all about?!" Emperor Xin spoke clearly and in a calm tone, and anyone could feel his raging rage.
The gods are high above, not concerned with worldly matters. Do they need their people to sacrifice their lives to dig a hole for them? No! Then why did he let his people die one after another, generation after generation? what is this?!! Below, the old man who was originally chuckling was now stunned. The billowing black smoke, which symbolizes ominous meaning, is restlessly stirring, as if it is afraid of this earthly emperor. "Oh, I'm really confused." “It is natural for people to fear God.” "The king's ancestors all did very well." "Could it be that... Your Majesty is going to go against the will of our ancestors?!" The old man did not use any harsh words to persuade the opponent. He first pointed out the horror of the gods and then took out the relics left by his ancestors. The emperor before him is the most brave and mighty in the world, and can be regarded as the most outstanding emperor of the Shang Dynasty. He cannot use his previous tough approach. Because no matter how tough he is, he is not even one tenth as strong as Emperor Xin! On the throne. Emperor Xin took the map, placed it in the kerosene lamp and slowly lit it. The orange-yellow firelight illuminated his resolute, unyielding face, and his eyes were extremely indifferent. "The rules of our ancestors are not enough, I have new rules!" "The Shang people are tired of serving God!" "Use your own feet and walk for another thirty days before returning to tell the heavens!" As Emperor Xin said no, the video screen began to spin again. Appeared in a long and narrow mine... The skinny old man hunched his back and pushed the cart with difficulty. The child has a dark face and his palms are covered with thick calluses. With a thud, the skinny man fell to the ground, his breath was weak, his eyes were gradually blurred, and he murmured unclear words, which might be missing his relatives, or accusing his fate. Outside the mine, there was a huge pit where the dead people of the Shang Dynasty lay, with corpses stretching as far as the eye could see. [Heaven is not benevolent, and treats all things as straw dogs] [The gods are unkind and treat the people as straw dogs] As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the palace guards changed drastically, showing shock, unyieldingness, and deep-seated joy. The old man hurried forward and shouted hoarsely, without any trace of the contempt he had at the beginning. “Oh my God!” "The sky is inviolable!"
"If you look back now, you are already the ruler of the world." "Otherwise... before you and the Shang Dynasty, there is only a dead end!" Emperor Xin threw the half-burned map to the old man not far away. The flickering firelight illuminated the magnificent hall, and the sky seemed a little gloomy. "Then let the gods..." "Come and defeat me!" Emperor Xin's domineering words dispelled the gloom in the hall. He knew the consequences of doing so better than anyone else. But he didn't want himself and his descendants to continue to serve as the executioner's knife and slaughter the people of the Shang Dynasty. Success, the world is prosperous, and the people of the Shang Dynasty live and work in peace and contentment. If he fails, after his death, there will be no flood. …… "Then let the gods punish me!" The domineering declaration sent from the whole ear resounded not only throughout the sky of reincarnation, but also throughout the entire Douluo Continent. How mighty and unyielding he is, how tyrannical and domineering he is, declaring war on the gods with his mortal body. It took ordinary people a long time to recover. Would the kings and emperors of their principalities dare to declare war on the gods? Most likely they would not! The spirit masters scattered all over the place looked at the spirit main halls, spirit sub-halls, and branch halls all over the continent. Their emperors didn't even have the courage to declare war on the gods, or even say "all the people in the spirit hall are idiots". There are no gods in the Spirit Hall, let alone the domineering and unrivaled Emperor Xin in the sky. Tiandou City. The silver-white cloak fluttered in the air. Emperor Xue Ye looked at Emperor Xin and felt fascinated. This is how an emperor should be! "This is the ancient empire, the Shang Dynasty." "This is the ancient emperor, Emperor Xin!" "Except that he is Dai Chu's previous life, there is nothing to complain about." As the only two emperors on the continent, he had a relatively good understanding of the emperor of the Xingluo Empire, who was definitely not as mighty and domineering as Emperor Xin in the Sky. "What methods will the gods use to deal with the emperors of the world?" "Can a mortal man achieve the power to kill a god?!" My mind suddenly recalled the plot introduction at the beginning of Samsara Sky. [Scenes involved: Chaoge Divine Punishment, Ragnarok, and the Restart of the Continent]
Ragnarok... It is not impossible for mortals to rebel against the gods. If the gods are invincible, why do they have no name today? They must have perished at the hands of all living beings. the other side. Qian Renxue raised her chin, and the sunlight cast a beautiful curve on her body. "As the protagonist, Hei Longtian should be appearing soon!" Through the conversation between Emperor Xin and the old man, it is not difficult to see that Heilongtian is a villain in the secular sense. Xingluo Imperial City. Dai Chu frowned slightly, feeling relieved about his past life but also thinking that the other party was unwise. "What makes a god? To be above the ordinary and omnipotent is a god!" "Ah, I was a bit confused in my previous life. I wasted a lot of territory." When I was a kid, I heard a saying: It doesn’t hurt when a son sells his father’s land… What he wants to say now is that his ancestors were confused, otherwise there would be no Spirit Hall. (End of this chapter)