The demon eyes died like a real warrior, and the blade cut his skin bit by bit and pierced his nerves. People could even watch his painful expressions throughout the whole process.

But no one stopped him. Even his dearest brother just lowered his head and waited silently for his brother to die. The demonic eye slowly consumed his life in pain, and no one even cut off the last knife for him.

In Fuso, death is seen as a very sacred and quite beautiful thing. And not everyone is given the right to commit suicide, only people at the level of honorable warriors or above have it.

In ancient times, warriors knelt on the floor, holding knives in their hands, and behind them was the Jiechou person holding a long knife.

The suicide person slowly stabs his knife into his body, but he cannot solve himself with just one knife, because that will be seen as a manifestation of cowardice.

The suicide would slowly stab into the body with a knife, then destroy the internal organs bit by bit. Finally, when the pain was so painful that it was too great, the person behind him would roar and cut off his neck with one knife to help him end the pain.

Many people say that Fusang is a pathological nation, and their minds contain only things as simple as obedience, and even the cruelest death is regarded as a kind of beauty.

But the samurai of Fusang did not think so. They felt that only real samurai could achieve another kind of immortality after death. This is the way they were looking for in their hearts!

"What a group of freaks. I really can't stand these people being crazy and self-harm!" Jun Zhi was very sad, but there was a bad smile on his lips.

He lifted the gun and loaded it with a click: "Or, just kill them all at once to avoid being upset!"

The big bull on the side licked his lips, as if he was a evil ghost who wanted to get blood very much, and happily echoed: "I think the proposal of the military assassin is good. Anyway, we normal people can no longer understand their thinking. Captain, don't hesitate, send them to the Kingdom of Heaven!"

The special forces pulled the bolts at the same time, and everyone had a deep hatred for these damn Fusang people. It was these people who killed their companions, and it was these demons who made their comrades leave this world.

Kill these demons, use their blood to wash away the sins they committed, and kill all these damn demons.

Faced with the impulse of the special forces opposite, the ninjas under the Emperor were indifferent. They seemed to be waiting for death, and perhaps that was the greatest relief in their lives.

The Emperor slowly raised his head and looked at the Nighthawk. His expression of mourning for the Demon Eyes was frozen on his face, like a loser mourning his upcoming fate in advance.

"Looking at your face of defeat, you have pulled so many people as your back, and finally got your current fate. I think it's really a mistake to be alive. You, a damaging spirit, should be beaten to death like a bed bug!"

Nighthawk insulted the Emperor without hesitation. If it were the usual, this proud king would have been furious.

But now, as a lamb to be slaughtered, he has no power to resist and has no capital to resist. You have become a failed person, and there is nothing worth showing off.

Zheng, Zheng, a series of swords were unsheathed, and the ninjas all pulled out their weapons at the same time and pointed them fiercely at the Nighthawk.

Although their master did not resist, the ninjas under his command could not remain indifferent.

They were already defeated and were about to die here. If their masters were insulted, if they were indifferent, even if they all died here later, they would be just waste without survival value.

"What, do you need to play?" Big Niu walked forward with some excitement. He felt that it was meaningless to massacre these ninjas, so he would only enjoy it by slowly tearing them up with his hands!

The Emperor looked at the ninjas under his command and smiled sadly. Unexpectedly, when he was defeated, the one who was willing to stay with him was the people who usually disappeared in the darkness.

Ninjas make a living by killing people, and they will run away immediately as long as they feel dangerous. When will they stay and die? This is probably the first time.

"Listen to me!" the Emperor shouted loudly, with indescribable loneliness in his words.

The ninjas slowly turned around, and even the special forces looked at him. Everyone wanted to see what the dying man had to say in the end?

The Emperor looked at his subordinates sadly and said lightly: "Thank you for following me here. As the Emperor, I thank you for your loyalty. However, your mission has been completed. From now on, I will lift you the responsibility of defending the royal family forever. You are free and all will be dispersed. The Chinese will not kill prisoners indiscriminately, you will be free."

As he said that, the Emperor looked at Nighthawk. Nighthawk smiled sarcastically: "Of course, we never kill innocent people indiscriminately. This is the demeanor of our great power!"

The emperor smiled with satisfaction, as if the dying person could finally close his eyes with confidence after he finished giving the will!

"His Majesty the Emperor, we..." The uncle of the ghost hand stood up and wanted to refute.

He still had a thick bandage on his hands, which was the wound left when fighting against the Nighthawk. With his current state, he might not have been entangled with the special forces on the opposite side for a minute and would be finished.

The people here are almost the same. The most capable demon eye is dead. The only fate that these ninjas can only be buried with them.

The Emperor waved his hand to him and said with a serious expression: "Put down your weapons, surrender to the Chinese special forces gentlemen, and then follow them to make a good transformation. Be an ordinary person in the future!"

"His Majesty the Emperor, His Majesty the Emperor..." All the ninjas looked at the Emperor with some tears.

The day they were trained, their only mission was to die for the Emperor. But now the Emperor asked them to run away alone. Each of them was empty and felt like something was missing!

"This is an order!" The Emperor suddenly roared in anger, and his voice shocked the entire temple and even trembled a little.

The emperor looked at his subordinates excitedly and said deeply: "Your mission has been completed. Now, as the 128th Emperor in Fuso history, I order you to put down your weapons and get out of here for me!"

The Emperor looked at his stunned subordinates, bent down slowly and saluted everyone: "Thank you for your constant care for me, I thank you for your loyalty. But please leave, please!"

Who had ever seen the Emperor appear so humble, and the ninjas were all stunned.

The weapon fell to the ground with a jingle, and the dejected ninjas were handcuffed by the special forces. These people were all masters with unique skills and were not taken seriously. Who knows what would happen?

The ghost hand blocked Gui Lingzi and her uncle, and her face was very complicated.

"Uncle, it's time to go home. It's been too long for you to wander outside!" The ghost hand looked at his uncle quietly, with a deep sincere look on his face.

Without saying anything, the special forces soldiers took Gui Luo and Gui Lingzi away. The ghost raised his head and slowly took a tear from his eyes back!

The temple seemed empty for a moment, only Emperor and Uzumashima Man were still standing there.

Niujima Man looked at the Emperor and shook his head with a slight smile: "His Majesty the Emperor, I am afraid that my sins cannot be forgiven even if I surrender. Let me accompany you to complete this last journey!"

Man Niujima said it well. The ideas he gave to the emperor and the harm it caused to this country can be described as a criminal war criminal. Even if the Chinese can let him go, I am afraid that his cousin Yuki Tada would not let him go. Yuki Tada would probably bit him to death with his own words!

The Emperor nodded understandingly. He understood what this subordinate was thinking. He could no longer separate from himself!

"Do you still want to continue to be stubborn? Are you ready to fight against justice to the end?" Nighthawk stared at the emperor coldly. He had no last support, and his resistance now seemed ridiculous.

The best outcome is to commit suicide here and escape the people's judgment on him. But Nighthawk will not give him such a chance. The evil people should accept the scolding of the crowd before they can die shamefully!

The Emperor laughed. At this moment, a gust of wind happened to blow from outside, and the Emperor's hair was flying in the wind. He pulled out a long sword with one hand, then clasped his hands tightly, and the last Emperor of Fusang stood in the wind like a samurai!

"It's not resistance, but dignity!" The Emperor's smile was very ferocious: "A great Emperor should die for all his battle. Even if the sky is dark and there is no light ahead, I will never stop until death!"

"Brother, let me accompany you through this last stretch of the road!" At this time, behind the special forces, a young man wearing Fusang traditional kendo costume walked out. His eyes were clear, and Yanran was the emperor's younger brother, Prince Faithful!

No one spoke, only the Emperor looked at his younger brother blankly. It seemed that everyone knew that Faithfulness would come, and only the Emperor was still in the dark.

The trustworthy smiled brightly, not like holding a knife to kill someone, but more like waiting for the so-called brother to take him to a world where the sky is vast.

"Brother, the blood we flows is noble and cursed. My father once said that if we cannot control our destiny well, we will sooner or later be swallowed by fate. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it, brother, since that is our destiny, let me end all this!"

The Emperor smiled with relief. He hung his head and slowly raised the knife. Fusang's oldest sword technique turned left and freely on his hand.

The two men never spoke again, but collided like meteors. While violent sparks were drawn, the sound of steel colliding hurt everyone's eardrums!

No one expected that his usual submissive faith would be a master of kendo.

Every move of his is ancient and simple, with huge power. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, no one would have believed that such a sophisticated and ruthless move was actually used by faithfulness!

Blood was flying, and the two of them separated. Faithful gasped and tears filled their faces with silent tears.

A deep wound on the Emperor's chest slowly cracked open, and blood stained half of his body red.

The knife slowly fell, and he turned around with difficulty, but life was passing by quickly, and his eyes were blurred.

He knelt down heavily and stretched out his hand to his younger brother's back: "You have finally grown up. Hold your own knife, don't let go, don't let yourself be afraid!"
Chapter completed!