Chapter 1772： The power of faith that contains the imperial spirit (1/2)

the other side.

Daqin world.

The cold wind rustled, blowing the fence outside the palace.

Two lines, standing outside the fence.

One column is dressed in official uniforms, but sackcloth and white scarf on the head.

The other row is military commanders, wearing cold and dignified armor, without a helmet, just tied with a white scarf.

Their eyes all looked at the man lying on the dragon chair in the enclosure.

The man was pale, with apathetic eyes, and he seemed sick and would die at any time.

But at this moment, his body still exudes an aura of no anger and might.

It is this residual power that makes the officials and generals outside the tents silent.

”After I die, you should all understand what you are going to do?”

The man said lightly, ”Demons are beyond human power, but our blood is unbreakable. I can only hate...cough cough...”

Speaking of this, the man coughed a few times.

He sighed lightly, not knowing what he was talking about.

He looked at the distance outside the palace.

It was a fascinating red cloud.

”Your Majesty, the minister is willing to lead my last soldiers of Daqin to guard the last pass of the Great Wall.”

A general stood up, his eyes flushed, and said in a deep voice, ”Never retreat!”

”It's a shame that only you, Wang Jian, can still say this...hahaha...” The man laughed, his laughter weak.

He waved his hand.

It seems to agree, it seems to refuse.

”Can you hold it?” the man said lightly.

The general was silent.

”You can't keep it.” Ying Zheng shook his head, ”No one under the world can keep it... Wang Jian, my Da Qin's blood cannot be broken.”

”His Majesty…”

Ying Zheng waved his hand and interrupted the latter's words. He closed his eyes and whispered: ”If the heavens give me some more time, give me ten thousand years... there is hope in the end... is it possible?”

There was a slight smile on Ying Zheng's face, as if he was laughing at himself for this absurd idea.

Suddenly, Ying Zheng seemed to remember something.

In his mind, he was still a little vague, thinking of something.

‘Finally, they are already dying... why bother about those? It’s the other people in that group, aren’t they all weird...that ancestral god...’

Thinking of this, Yingzheng breathed slightly.

In his mind, he called out the Dao God Summoning article uploaded by the ancestor **** in the chat group before.

This is the only one he downloaded from the chat group.

There is not much hope.

Just because of curiosity.

”The Great Dao Calling God Chapter... This seems to be a strange scripture...”

In my mind, open this verse with consciousness.

Countless symbols flooded into my mind in an instant.

Yingzheng didn't understand any of those symbols.

But what surprised Ying Zheng was that at the moment these verses merged into his mind, he could understand the meaning of this verse.

so amazing!

‘It seems that as long as you chant this scripture, the ancestor **** can feel it? And be pious...’

Ying Zheng was silent for a moment.

Let an emperor piously recite the scriptures. If it is in peacetime, Ying Zheng will not even look at it.

But now...

‘Forget it...Try it. ’

Ying Zheng closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice, but his face was very religious at this moment.

That kind of piety is the piety that wants to grab the last straw.

It is a kind of piety of hope.

At this moment, the civilian officers and generals outside the enclosure were silent.

Until the inside of the tent, an imperial doctor who was waiting next to Ying Zheng suddenly changed his expression:

”Your Majesty... died!”

In an instant, the face of the person outside changed drastically, and his face was gray.

The breath of Yingzheng seemed to have indeed disappeared.