Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

Mandela and Alda looked up instantly like the dead kings, staring at him with their green eyes.

Chen Zhou, a quiet and reserved person, felt uncomfortable being stared at by these two people. It was as if their gazes were seeing through him, making him look as if he was naked.

He took a deep breath, looked up at the cluster of holy light, and said slowly:

"There's an old saying in Dayan: A woman three years older than a man will bring him gold bricks. A woman thirty years older than a man will give him the kingdom. A woman three hundred years older than a man..."

"So?" Mandela looked at him nervously.

"The types I like may be a bit broad. The topic is too sensitive, so I can only say that the range is from eighteen years old to older." Chen Zhou answered ambiguously.

"Hmm..." Ahmoni tapped her chin with her finger and asked teasingly, "So between the ages of eighteen and married?"

"Really? Why did you say that?" Chen Zhou shouted angrily.

"Tsk!"

Mandela's expression suddenly became disgusted, full of contempt of a female ghost, and she stared at Chen Zhou as if he were a scumbag.

"It fits the hobbies of royal children." Aleda nodded.

Chen Zhou was not very happy that his secret of liking married women was exposed.

With a click, the key from Draco successfully unlocked the door of the Tomb of the Kings.

Then, the gears of fate began to turn.

The double doors of the underground palace slowly opened, revealing a quiet corridor with holy light hanging overhead. The corridor stretched as if endless, and the mottled marble on the ground told of the antiquity of the mausoleum. On both sides of the corridor were hundreds of meters high sculptures of kings from past dynasties, holding spears in their hands, majestic and solemn, guarding the mausoleum.

"The statues of King Aslan and King Drake are displayed here." Aledae's tone was full of reverence.

"What does it have to do with me?"

Chen Zhou suddenly felt a surge of pride and walked towards the displayed statues of kings, as if he regarded these former kings as servants of the corridor.

"But Draco..." Aleda looked a little dissatisfied, as if she was protecting her idol.

"Victoria Red Dragon? Huh..."

Chen Zhou looked towards the row of statues of monarchs on his left, his eyes arrogant and unparalleled madness bursting from his eyes.

"They are not my ancestors. I despise those who collude with Aslan to persecute their own kind."

"Draco Junior?"

"presumptuous!"

"What's your title?"

"Which generation of unfilial descendants?"

Suddenly, a series of voices rang in Chen Zhou's mind.

They were either majestic, angry, or calm, and a vast amount of emotions surged and piled up, rushing forward like huge waves.

The Breath of the Kings gave them a glimpse of the remaining image, but few people could hear this image. However, Chen Zhou listened to the sounds of all things and successfully captured these remaining undead.

"Leader, what's wrong with you?"

Noticing that Chen Zhou was somewhat fascinated by these sculptures, Mandela's face showed a hint of worry.

"It's nothing. I can talk to these old guys. Stop arguing." Chen Zhou waved his hand.

Hearing Chen Zhou call them "old things", these sculptures became angry and all kinds of remaining Draco flames burned towards Chen Zhou.

The statue of Aslan on the other side also came to life, happily witnessing the scene and speculating which Draco was the descendant of this tyrant.

"Humph."

Chen Zhou's body was engulfed in blue flames, devouring all the old man's "gift".

Then his eyes darkened, and invisible pressure swept over like the wind, neutralizing all attacks.

——Crack.

Even though Chen Zhou restrained his strength, cracks still appeared on the front few Draco statues.

"stop!"

"Unworthy descendants! How dare you bully our ancestors?"

"..."

On the other side, the statue of Aslan.

"Hahaha, joy, it's really joyful."

"It's fun, it's really fun."

Several statues laughed loudly, and then watched Chen Zhou wave his hand casually, and the statues that had just laughed were all blown into pieces.

"Did I allow you to laugh?" Chen Zhou's face was cold.

At this moment, driven by her inner admiration, Alda endured the heartache and stretched out her hands to block the sculpture, "Please don't hurt the statues of kings!"

However, Chen Zhou ignored her until the statues on both sides glared at him, and then his mood improved.

He laughed heartily and said, "That's the right sentiment. Old immortals on both sides, let me tell you, I am the Tara Red Dragon, not your filial son or grandson."

All the sounds disappeared in an instant. A few seconds later, there was an uproar. A storm of questioning, mixed with surprise, swept towards Chen Zhou.

"Not the Victoria Red Dragon?"

"The remnants of King Gael?"

Chen Zhou laughed even louder, his expression full of joy as he gradually presented the cruelest reality to them.

"The foolish Victoria Red Dragon was driven away twice by Aslan. Now only one half-blood is left alive. As for Aslan."

Chen Zhou's body floated up and flew to the last faceless statue. He smiled and said, "This is the last King Aslan. He was hanged by the nobles and didn't have time to make a face. His soul can't be preserved here either. It really does look like a meow."

Chen Zhou laughed loudly at the sculpture, and the palace of the dead shook in his laughter.

The descendants of Tara Red Dragon, guarded by their enemy ancestors, strode forward to bury the Victorian dynasty.

Chapter 62: Old Story, New Ending

The resting place of kings.

Victoria's thousand-year history rushed towards Chen Zhou and Draco, who was stepping into his enemy's ancestral grave for the first time.

"The Gale King's Palace in Oak Forest County has long been reduced to ruins. I didn't expect this place to be so well preserved."

Chen Zhou floated beside Mandela and others, and stepped onto the marble floor in front of him that was covered with bloodstains.

"Your Highness Chen Zhou, you don't want to destroy the resting place of the kings, do you?" Aledae looked at Chen Zhou warily after collecting several exploded statues of Aslan with a distressed look.

"Destroy? I don't have the vulgar taste to deliberately dig up someone's ancestral grave."

Chen Zhou chose a giant statue nearby and sat on its shoulders with his legs crossed.

"How about this? Once the Tower Breaker takes Londinium, I'll make the Tomb of the Kings public and develop the underground palace into a tourist attraction. Even though these old guys are dead, they can still contribute to the future development of the country."

"Chen Zhou, you're such a dishonest kid." Mandela grinned and gave a thumbs-up. "You're disturbing Sidden's peace and exploding his gold coins!"

Too bad, I really like it, hehehe...

Hearing this, Aledae, who still had some chivalry left in her, was stunned.

"This is absolutely not possible!"

Chen Zhou knocked on the statue beneath him and said, "Why are you so anxious? The old man himself has no objection."

The corners of Aleda's mouth twitched, and she felt that the purest part of her was severely defiled by Chen Zhou.

She looked at the statue that Chen Zhou was using as a cushion with difficulty, her voice trembling a little: "Your Highness Chen Zhou, the statue under you is Vina's grandfather, Frederick III [Conqueror of Gaul], and standing next to him is Vina's grandmother, Elizabeth [Glorious]. Please give them the most basic respect..."

"The one from the Battle of the Four Emperors?" Chen Zhou turned his head.

"It's me, Tara the Red Dragon." A somewhat proud voice came from the statue. He felt Draco on his shoulder and asked, "Where is my granddaughter?"

Chen Zhou stood up, stood on his shoulder, and opened his lips slightly:

"Just like you expelled the red dragon from Victoria the second time, I also expelled Aslan from Victoria. A week ago, I personally killed three of Vina's close ministers."

Frederick III's voice fell silent for a moment.

The statue of Draco opposite showed a rare expression of joy.

Then Chen Zhou patted the statue of Aslan, his tone full of concern, "Don't worry, Fuzi. Vina, who is highly regarded by the people, is now leading a gang of thugs. You may not know this, but her gang is ranked first in Londinium. I'm really happy for her."

"Enough!" Frederick III said angrily.

Chen Zhou walked away with a big laugh.

Under the gaze of the statues on both sides who dared not speak out, Tara Red Dragon fell back to the ground and approached the end of the corridor little by little.

After walking a few steps, Mandela seemed to suddenly discover something and pointed to the ground in surprise: "There's blood all over it?!"

Looking forward along the ground, except for Chen Zhou, Mandela, Ahmoni and Alda had their eyes wide open, with disbelief written all over their faces.

The corpses of the Sarkaz were estimated to be more than a hundred, and judging from their military uniforms, these people were the elite of the Sarkaz royal court, and there were even guards of the Pardon Division.

The one who could kill such an elite team was... Aleda's breathing became heavy.

As she guessed, the one who shattered beside the Sarkaz army was Victoria's pride, the Steam Knight who had disappeared for four years!

Slashed by a knife, stabbed by a sword, burned by fire, corroded.

The knight's remains were surrounded by dark red blood.

Even when facing elite troops, even when their hearts were pierced by the Sarkaz's violent throwers, the king's cavalrymen did not put down their spears.

Nothing could defeat them, not the Royal Army, not the Absolutioners, not even death.

"Steam Knight..." Alede staggered a few steps, her expression dull, and fell to the ground.

"What happened to her?" Mandela asked curiously.

This is what happens when you play with Extra too much.

Chen Zhou ignored the distracted Aledae and explained as they walked, "She dreams of becoming a Steam Knight."

"Dreaming of becoming a Steam Knight?"

"In short, Victoria betrayed her Steam Knights," Ahmonie said with some sympathy. "Because the Steam Knights weren't loyal to a single noble, the Dukes couldn't use them. So they held a general vote and joined forces with the Sarkaz to betray them."

"It fits my stereotype of Victorian aristocrats." Chen Zhou laughed in front of these kings.

These dead people who dream of the empire on which the sun never sets have no idea that their bright and beautiful aristocratic robes are already full of scars and patches.

Mandela's disgust towards Victoria grew even stronger. "This country is rotten to the core."

“But the soul of this country is alive!”

Aledae's voice came from behind.

"Huh?" The three of them turned their heads at the same time, only to see that the distraught Aledae had cheered up at some point.

She is the most fervent believer and the most loyal patriot, carefully protecting her country.

"Like these steam knights, they marched with their heads held high even when stepping into a trap, maintaining their formation even in the face of death. Although their bodies have decayed, the moment they brandished their spears at the enemy before dying, their glory is eternal! Most Victorians must have such souls somewhere in their hearts!"

"That's a very standard chivalrous speech, Duke of Cumberland." Chen Zhou clapped his hands in admiration.

Hearing this, the former kings began to discuss.

"Is this the son of Cumberland?"

"As expected of the ever-honorable Cumberland."

"Compared to the Tara Red Dragon over there, it's much more pleasing to the eye."

"Hahaha, listen to the speech of the descendant of my proudest friend." Frederick laughed the loudest. "I can tell he's much more educated than a fool like you."

"Are you anxious?" The next second, Frederick endured the pain and grinned.

However, it was Chen Zhou's domineering attack that caused cracks in his statue, and many stones fell down.

"Honor can't feed the people," Chen Zhou sneered. "Let me tell you, to ordinary people, your self-satisfied Victorian spirit is worthless in the face of peace."

"What do you mean?" Frederick suddenly felt something was wrong.

Chen Zhou stared at him straight in the eyes, and the curve of his mouth widened a little bit: "Fuzi, let me tell you a story about Tara."

After organizing his words a bit, Chen Zhou said: