The First Tyrant of Daxia

The breeze in the forest blows gently.

In the manor in the forest, all the red flowers have fallen.

But at this moment, the area around the manor was unusually quiet.

At the gate of the manor, several private soldiers who were guarding the manor stood with serious expressions. In the invisible darkness, many sharp auras were looming, always paying attention to the movements around the manor.

"Be careful, anyone who comes close will be killed immediately."

A man in armor who looked like a private army captain said in a deep voice, one of his hands always on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

If you look over there, you can see many dead civilians in the bushes near the manor.

When they were fleeing in the city, they came to the vicinity of this manor, perhaps wanting to enter the manor, or perhaps they were just passing by, but they all could not escape the fate of being slaughtered.

"Yes, Captain Tangde."

The private soldiers guarding the gate immediately became more cautious and serious, scanning the shadows in the forest.

Tang De nodded calmly, holding his sword and walked into the manor.

The decoration of this manor is similar to that of a Western farm manor. Although it looks very large, it does not have any luxurious decorations and even looks a bit dirty.

There was no running water on the rockery, and even moss grew in the pool, but the flowers, plants and trees grew very lushly.

Tang De held his sword and walked around the manor step by step.

After making sure there were no problems, he turned around the corridor in the manor and came to the warehouse at the back of the manor.

This warehouse is where the manor stores grain, and some farm tools are also placed inside.

However, at this time, the tools were already covered with cobwebs and looked very dilapidated. The bags containing grain were quite new, containing newly delivered wheat.

Tang De walked around the warehouse and came behind the pile of grain.

Suddenly, two people came out from the darkness, but when they saw Tang De's face, they relaxed their vigilance and dropped their hands holding the swords.

Tang De ignored them and walked over. He lifted the dirty sheepskin blanket on the ground, and suddenly there appeared a black hole about four or five meters wide underneath.

Originally there was a grain cellar underneath, and the entrance was not so big originally. But after Basman acquired this manor, it was expanded many times and became this big entrance.

Tang De was not surprised by this. He took the candle from one of the men and walked down the stairs. The sound of his footsteps was clear and loud in the silent darkness, and the sound echoed.

Going down to the flat ground of the cellar, Tang De held the candle to the side of his face. The sharp stabbing feeling in the darkness made him feel a little more comfortable.

Those guarding in the darkness of this cellar are all assassination kings who are proficient in assassination, and each of them is a well-known killer in Persia.

Only when passing by here would Tang De have a creepy feeling. A head-on fight would not scare him, but this unpredictable, piercing murderous intent would make him shudder.

Tang De reached for a token from his waist on the other side of his sword.

After walking a few steps forward, a huge iron gate appeared in front of him under the light of candlelight, and next to the iron gate, there was a sunken pit that was almost the same size as the token in Tang De's hand.

Tang De placed the token in his hand into the concave pit. The token fit perfectly into the pit. He pressed the token lightly with his hand, and suddenly there was a clicking sound of a mechanism turning in the dark.

Then the iron gate opened with a rumble from both sides.

Behind the iron gate is a straight corridor with bright lights, illuminating the darkness outside the iron gate.

But even so, the killers in the darkness did not reveal themselves in the light.

Tang De took back the token and walked into the corridor calmly. The iron gate then slammed shut again, locking all the light in the passage inside without allowing a single light to leak out.

Tang De hung the candle on the lamp beside the aisle, then quickened his pace and walked forward quickly.

When he reached the end of the corridor, he was indeed facing a solid wall.

Tang De did not stop because of this. He took a step forward, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

In front of him was an enormous square, so large that all he could see at a glance was the edge of darkness.

At this time, this huge square was filled with corpses, and there were many strange and colorful potions poured on the ground, and wood chips and stone chips were everywhere.

Some bottles and jars were scattered on the ground, and there were many mechanisms inserted in the gaps. What was even bloodier was that heads, broken limbs, and debris could be seen everywhere.

If the city of Lacarrel turned into a purgatory after the massacre by the bloody soldiers, then this huge square was like a bloody paradise for the devil. It was hard to imagine what kind of cruel treatment these severed finger remains had endured when they were alive?

Tang De looked calm about this bloody paradise, as if he was already used to it.

He raised his feet and walked slowly across the huge square, intending to cross the square.

On the way, Tang De suddenly stopped and listened carefully with his ears tilted, just like a cautious rabbit with its ears pricked up.

After a while, Tang De turned and walked towards a corner in the bloody ruins.

In that corner, he saw a guy with rotting flesh on his face and his limbs removed. His skinny chest was rising and falling slightly, and because there was no flesh, it was more clearly visible.

"Damn idiots, they actually left a fish that slipped through the net."

The sound of Tang De cursing could be heard in the square. He took out the sword from his waist without mercy and pointed it accurately at the guy's chest. Then he applied a little force and heard a click. The sword sank into his chest, instantly cutting off his last breath.

It seemed that he was too weak, or his blood had already been drained, and there was not a lot of blood flowing out of his body.

Tang De drew out the sword, not caring about the blood on the blade, and put it back into the scabbard, then walked quickly to the end of the square.

After a while, Tang De came to the end of the square. At his feet, there was a spiral staircase going down.

Tang De walked down the stairs and came to a new square. The square on this floor seemed smaller than the one on the previous floor.

Compared to the bloody paradise-like scene on the previous floor, this square seems a lot more peaceful.

The light blue blood on the ground was like the embellishment used by artists to decorate their works, with spots like the puddles on the ground after a fresh rain, reflecting the color of the sky.