[Holy Biography] Behind-the-scenes BOSS Struggle

The horse of the young King Nasaja was in front of the center of the army formation, guarded by personal guards, and was only a few miles away from the source of the rotten air that was constantly rushing into his nasal cavity.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trying to moisten his parched throat, the palms of his hands gripping the long blade were already wet with sweat, but his eyes refused to move even an iota from the battlefield where blood from severed limbs was constantly howling and flying.

The cold wind is blowing on the skin, the rolling thunder is hidden above the black clouds above the head, and the occasional thunder that reaches the ears oppresses the nerves near the temples and beats tightly, closing the rhythm of the heart, making it difficult to breathe .

Just as the pegasus was constantly breathing in the scorching air, a celestial god galloped towards him, holding up the Asura king's battle flag, and roared in a broken and hoarse voice: "Saraniyu has lost more than half, The Nasajas are ready to attack!"

"Nazaja listens to the order!" King Nasaja immediately responded loudly, shook the reins, and rushed out of the battle formation in an instant, "All fighters! Follow me!"

"Arrows are on the string to cover!" He raised his long knife high and shouted: "Separate the left and right fronts! Prepare to charge!"

"king!"

"king!"

"king!"

Accompanied by the voices of the Nasaja warriors' promises, the dust splashed under the hooves of the Pegasus horses.

Looking down from the clouds, the cavalry of the Nasaga tribe began to split from the position of King Nasaga, and quickly evolved to both sides of the battlefield and gradually formed a long and straight team, constantly pushing towards the battlefield.The gods in pure white cloaks waved their weapons and ran roaring.

The fog on the decayed and dense center seemed to be overwhelmed by it, trembling smoothly, and then expanding suddenly, smashing away the wreckage of the gods who had been shattered to the point where they could not see their prototypes, and emptied for a moment in the middle, revealing the ghosts swept by the strong wind. The huge and ugly demon body with long beards, and the high-ranking demons guarding it, who are still fighting the Saranis.

The high-level demons who have absorbed the blood of the gods gave up their anthropomorphic appearance to make up for their serious injuries. The ugly shape shocked every viewer's vision, and even the surrounding air seemed to be squeezed and condensed. Dark and strong hints entered everyone's heart.

This weird scene can make many gods who are new to the battlefield panic,

"Cowards never appear in Nasaja!" King Nasaja shouted loudly, rushing into the battlefield to cut off the first enemy, making the blood donation gradually drenched his snow-white armor: "Charge!"

"charge!"

"charge!"

"Follow the king! Charge!"

The slightly shaken heart was re-inspired by King Nasaga to be brave. Accompanied by the crisp sound of Jin Ming clashing on the battlefield, the Nasaga clan was hindered by the demons from charging for a moment, and once again overwhelmed the opponent.

Because they have seen that in front of them, another Protoss has followed the order and quickly attacked, forming a siege with them.

Facing the danger, the central demon clan raised its body taller. After a still pause, invisible ripples seemed to silence the battlefield in the momentary light and shadow. A wave that cannot be viewed visually is centered on it, spreading in all directions with the speed of breathing.

The sword blades of the gods had already touched the texture of the demons, and in an instant, under the ripples, they turned into molten iron, evaporated into steaming black mist, and mixed into the cleared space outside.

The strong wind whistling overhead exploded when they were stunned.

The gods in the rear have already discovered that after their comrades stood still suddenly just now, their bodies were scorched black the next moment, their blood congealed in the air, and the moment the hurricane swept away, they disappeared with the wind and were all swallowed into the demon clan mouth.

Howls and screams broke out in the center of the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

This is the last aftertaste of the warriors of the gods left in the world.

Panic has settled into the hearts of every god.

That is, irresistible, the power that can take away everything from oneself!

"Be sure to hold it back to buy time for King Asura! Don't let it escape to the north!"

"This will be the final battle!" King Nasaja, who was in a state of embarrassment, had fallen off his horse and could only rely on his divine power to resist the wave of demonic power. He shouted hoarsely, "I will never back down!"

However, the sanity he was trying to maintain was faltering when the people close to him died screaming in pain because of their weak divine power.

"Never... can't retreat..."

King Nasaja murmured, mechanically waving weapons in purgatory to resist the long-smiling and mocking demons.

He had already seen the black-haired colleague opposite, who was also the king of the gods, and he also refused to drop the long knife in his hand.

"I am the king of Nasaga, the pride of the Heavenly Emperor Army, and I must never..."

It's just that while he kept talking to himself, while the endless waves of destructive power washed over himself, except for the howling wind around him, when the voices of his comrades in arms became weaker and weaker, the look of despair remained the same. It slowly filled his eyes.

"Who will come... who can come..."

"Save us..."

The surging black mist broke through the barrier that resisted the divine power that surrounded him.

King Nasaja closed his eyes, lowered his trembling arms, and waited unwillingly for the final arrival of death.

However, the expected severe pain did not come.

"king!"

"king!"

King Nasaga opened his eyes, froze for a moment, then stared blankly at the sky.

That is, an existence that is so beautiful that anyone will be strongly attracted to it immediately.

"It's King Ashura! The Twelve Gods are coming! King Ashura has finally arrived!"

"Heavenly Emperor Army, the whole army presses forward!"

The golden battle armor and silver-haired adjutants of Asura's generals were stained with wind, frost and blood, but no amount of exhaustion could conceal the determination in the eyes of this group of warriors who followed King Asura through many battles.

The leader, King Asura, stood in the air, his unparalleled handsome face was full of cold indifference.

The Asura Saber was lifted up, and the dazzling blade danced with dazzling light in an instant.

"Kill it!"

Violent thunder and lightning burst between the sky and the earth, reflecting each other in the miserable howling of the demons in the flames.

That is the celestial phenomenon caused by the army of the northern warriors, King Milinda, who followed King Asura.

Facing the king who seemed to be the ultimate redeemer, King Nasaja didn't realize that tears of excitement overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

The solemn memorial ceremony filled the entire hall with a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

Death and pain filled everyone's heart with the prayers of compassion from the priests.Under the leadership of the master, King Milinda, all participated in the battle, and the outstanding leaders of the surviving soldiers all gathered in the lobby, praying quietly.

After the consolation, he walked out of the solemn palace decorated with shady curtains and candlelight, and saw the bright light again, but King Nasaga couldn't immediately calm down his somewhat dull mood, so he smiled and joked with his companions to ease the atmosphere .

"The custom in the Heavenly Emperor's Army really is to value the dead, but after going through this many days of sacrifices, I believe they must be relieved after seeing our final victory outside the Sky Gate."

"Really, I thought I would definitely die this time." King Nasaja touched his heart that was still shaking even though it had been many days since the war, and smiled wryly with his companion beside him, "I could have Inheriting the throne and calling myself by the name of the clan, I thought I was quite strong, but I never thought that..."

"Still a rookie."

The black-haired man beside him said lightly.

"Hey, do you really have the right to say that about me?" King Nasaja looked at him and said angrily, "Yasha, do you dare to say that you didn't have any fear at all?"

"Never thought of that."

King Yasha said indifferently: "Because when I charged, I already knew that I would die."

"It's probably different from someone who is hotheaded and has an impulsive temper."

"..." King Nasaja: "King Yasha, slandering the king of the protoss adjacent to your territory, are you planning to sever diplomatic relations with me!"

"If you don't need to join forces with you to fight the cold this winter, I will be more than happy to propose it."

King Nasaja's teeth were grinding loudly.

It's a pity that his emotions are as easy to ignore as air to his friends from childhood to adulthood.

"However, I never imagined that the real top-level demons are so dangerous." After repeated deep breaths, King Nasaga finally calmed down his anger under the unrepentant cold face of the other party, and recalled the scene again At this time, he still couldn't help shaking his muscles, "Has King Asura been fighting against demons of that level all this time? If it weren't for the urgent mobilization of us due to the shortage of troops in the north, I'm afraid we have been fighting against demons of that level. You can’t even see the real battle between gods and demons.”

"So, the god of war in the heaven is King Asura, and no one can shake his position for nearly a thousand years." King Yaksha nodded and said: "After this battle, the vitality of the demons has been completely damaged, and the heavens can probably enjoy it. It's going to be quite a long period of peace."

He paused, then laughed again: "But having to command a guy like you on the battlefield, probably even King Asura's wisdom would feel a headache."

"You don't need to compare me with that adult, the result is that even an immature baby knows the result." King Nasaga retorted angrily, "Being able to witness the brilliance of the Asura Saber with my own eyes this time, But it is already the rarest and most precious achievement for a military commander! A small king of the gods can actually see it and obey the orders of King Asura. I have this deed and I will be proud of my descendants in the future Brag about it for a long time, and pass it on as the glory of the royal family."

"Ah, sure enough, I'm still too incompetent!" King Nasaga grabbed his short hair irritably: "When will I be selected into the Heavenly Emperor's Army and follow behind such a king!"

The self-ashamed King Nasaga thought that King Yaksha would say something that would make his lungs hurt again. However, after he finished speaking, he found that the black-haired man beside him did not respond to his complaint at this time, but instead stopped.

King Nasaga was taken aback, and looked along King Yaksha's stiff shoulders, and found the person sitting quietly in the side hall of the temple on the right side that the other party was looking at.

Then, he stiffened nervously.

"Ah, King Ashura!"

Although it was just whispering unconsciously, the people in the side hall seemed to have detected the source of the sound with keen eyesight, and slowly turned their heads.

Watched by indifferent and quiet golden eyes, the two young kings of the protoss completely lost the ability to express words.

"It turned out to be King Nasaga and King Yaksha."

Being close to King Ashura made the two kings of the protoss a little unable to calm down.

The black and smooth long hair, the magnificent face, the powerful divine power, and the graceful and luxurious temperament make people feel ashamed. Except for some ignorant brats who can ignore the invisible coercion, no one can stand in front of King Asura. , even if his mind is usually clearer.

Especially after personally experiencing the brutal and thrilling battle that was near death, the huge shock caused by the flame and phantom power that saved everything and rescued them from hell still reverberates in their chests at this moment .

King Ashura glanced at King Yaksha's appearance, and then glanced at the smooth long knife in King Yaksha's hand, and the eye-like decoration on the handle, and smiled slightly, "On the battlefield a few days ago , thanks to you for delaying the creation of the demon king for me, otherwise I am afraid that this time it will not be so easy to completely wipe out the demon king entrenched in the north."

"This is what we should do, King Asura."

Compared with King Nasaja who was completely cowardly, King Yaksha was also sweating nervously, but at least he was able to answer the king's question with self-control.

King Asura was taken aback when he heard the words, but smiled again, "Well, don't say that."

"No one is born to dedicate himself to someone," Asura said, "You are the king of the clan, so don't say such words to others easily."

King Nasajia was stunned for a moment, because the king's strange words finally calmed down the anxiety of seeing the object of admiration and admiration, and asked in a low voice, "King, why do you say that?"

King Ashura didn't speak for a moment.

King Nasaja immediately fell into self-panic again, and asked in a hurry, "Ah, this question, I, did I offend you? King Asura?"

King Asura shook his head and said, "No."

"I just feel that it is really enviable to still have hope and courage at an age. It is the age with longing and vitality, so even if you choose the wrong path, there are infinite possibilities to change. This time is unique to young people. s right."

He said softly: "Because no matter the war, or... there will always be death."

"You have finally experienced this time, experienced the pain that was lost forever in your life and can never be found again."

Hearing the words, the two kings of the protoss were a little stunned for a moment because they had been excited to see King Ashura in their private time.

King Asura smiled, and said again: "Like King Yaksha, judging by your age, do you have an heir?"

Facing King Asura's sudden question, King Yaksha was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Yes, I already have two children, and the eldest son, Maya, will be an adult in a hundred years."

Among the protoss of the heavens, the longer the transition to adulthood, the stronger the power of the gods.

Just like the peacock, the son of the Heavenly Emperor and Zunxing King, who was born more than 400 years ago and still looks like a child, the adulthood of the Asura tribe, known as the first bloodline in the heavenly world, will last for more than 800 years.

Therefore, in just a few hundred years, the emergence of a prince who will only become an adult after a hundred years, regardless of his current age, is enough to herald the great revitalization of the Yaksha clan in just a few hundred years.

King Yaksha's ability to say such words to King Asura itself means that this is something he is proud of.

King Asura paused, then lowered his eyes, and sighed, "They are all excellent children."

"Indeed," King Yaksha revealed a bit of tenderness in his eyes, and said, "They are hard-working and outstanding children, and they are my pride."

"That's right," King Nasaja interjected, "King Yaksha has always had a headache in order to choose which one to inherit the throne."

The corners of King Asura's lips twitched, and after a pause, he smiled slightly, and then looked at King Nasaga, "What about King Nasaga, does he still have relatives at home? Or, lover?"

Originally boldly interjected, but found that King Asura did not care about his recklessness at all, and instead asked him about his situation with concern. At this moment, King Nasaga blushed even more, and scratched the top of his head in embarrassment, "Ah, this, really……"

"So the promises you made to others today are really their wishes?"

The two youths on the opposite side were stunned at the same time when they heard King Asura's words.

"What belief do you all die for?" King Asura raised his head slightly, looked at the tombstone enshrined in the temple of the Milinda tribe, and said softly: "Did you regret it before you died? Did you not see the future hatred you deserved?" Is it true that a life entrusted so easily by others will not be reconciled when it cannot be grasped?"

"Death is a heavy pain that cannot be erased. This burden is too heavy."

King Ashura withdrew his gaze and looked back at the two young men beside him, "When you make promises to others so easily, as the king who puts the hope of the whole family, you are really ready Is it? The belief in the price you have to pay, and the burden you have to shoulder?"

"Especially, a sacrifice that seems completely irrelevant to your own happiness?"

King Nasaga remained silent for a long time before slowly saying: "My people have suffered a lot, but those who are lucky enough to survive must have gained a lot from this battle. Excellent fighters, achieve greater goals, and be happy that I can achieve such a life."

"The dead created a future for those who survived, so I will also carry the unfulfilled last wish of my tribe and go on firmly!"

"As the living, only by moving forward, remembering the sacrifices made by the dead for us, and creating a prosperous future, can the dead not leave any regrets." King Yaksha nodded, agreeing with King Nasaja, and then turned his gaze He looked at King Ashura burningly.

"Then Ashura King, are you the one who guides me on the way and makes me not go astray by mistake?"

King Ashura was stunned, the soft smile that was still on his face faded a little, and the corners of his lips were raised randomly and slowly.

"Ah, if I'm the one you can trust..."

After finishing this sigh-like words, King Asura turned around gracefully and walked out of the door slowly.

"King Asura!" King Nasaja chased him out.

King Ashura paused and tilted his head slightly.

"I've heard that there is a room in the Milinda tribe that is specially dedicated to the dead senior generals of the Heavenly Emperor's Army." He asked eagerly: "You came today and stayed here for a long time, did you really come here to mourn them? Were they all your subordinates?"

King Asura remained silent and did not respond.

King Nasaga took a breath, pursed his lips again, looked at King Asura's back and clenched his fists, straightened his back and said loudly: "Like King Milinda and Lord Indra, if you can follow you, Fighting for you must be the greatest happiness in my life!"

"Because only you, only you will consider our wishes, pity our deaths, cherish our lives, and never slack off for thousands of years, desperately protecting us weak guys!"

"So, we will all go to Shanjian City!" King Yaksha also followed, and said with a firm expression: "No matter what, we will show you our determination!"

King Ashura was silent, then turned his head and left without saying anything more.

"Will it be conveyed to King Asura, how do we feel?" King Nasaja was a little uncertain about King Asura's mind, and asked his friends around him.

"That kind of question is simply not worth answering."

He looked at the place where King Asura's figure disappeared, and squinted his eyes, "Well, it's King Asura."

"For him, the glory and future of the whole family can be easily given to us."

King Nasaja laughed loudly and said, "Yes! I'm simply too anxious. If a small person like me doesn't do something, I'm afraid King Asura doesn't need to give me any so-called promises at all!"

There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Even the power of the Emperor of Heaven can be suppressed, and he has firmly grasped most of the city of Shanjian, and has won the admiration of all the gods in the heaven. Isn't such an existence worth his hard work and swearing allegiance to the death?

Thinking back to the incomparably powerful Wang Wei who stood in front of him just now, oppressing him so hard to breathe, King Yaksha's eyes were sharp under his slightly drooping eyelids.

Xin He had just turned around the corner of the long corridor when suddenly a broad palm stretched out across the back of his neck was held down. Regardless of the strands of black hair that were gathered due to the pressure, he pressed Xin He forcefully towards his side. Even in the next moment, his tall and strong body suppressed him behind the heavy curtain beside the corridor.