The Demon Lords

The screams from within the Academic Affairs Office have gradually subsided.

Gao Yi wiped the blade on the clothes of a man who had died a horrific death, sheathed his sword, and then walked out slowly.

He was from Yinlang County, joined the army at sixteen, later served in Lord Jingnan’s personal guard, and then was appointed as an actual deputy general in the military.

In fact, when he was first assigned by Lord Jingnan to Zheng Fan, he was reluctant.

Because the assignment at that time was extremely ambiguous.

Was he an ally?

In theory, it was just to help capture Shengle City.

But in the military orders, there was no return date specified.

Going from an actual deputy general in Jingnan’s army to working under a local military leader, the gap was inevitably quite large.

Although Lord Zheng had already made a name for himself back then, and Gao Yi admired him, mere admiration couldn’t be used as food or as a promotion, admiring from afar was enough.

But fate willed it,

his contingent,

was absorbed by Lord Zheng.

Fortunately, the days in Shengle were not hard to endure, they were even quite happy.

The original Shengle City, and now Snow Sea Pass, honestly, was the kind of place that would be extremely torturous for street people but was a very comfortable place for military people.

Because it always upheld a military-first policy, where soldiers enjoyed the highest position, the best treatment, and security.

Later, with Lord Zheng’s repeated military successes and his steady rise, the initial sense of imbalance was thrown to the winds.

Gao Yi was actually very grateful for that chance encounter, because when he was chosen to go, there were three other deputy generals who also met the requirements, but they had gotten wind of it early and pushed him to the front.

Now, they must regret their decision, right?

Gao Yi walked out of the Academic Affairs Office’s main entrance,

and saw Lord Zheng sitting astride the Pixiu.

For a moment,

Gao Yi felt a little dazed,

it seemed as if he was facing not Lord Zheng, but Lord Jingnan.

The truth was,

his Lord Zheng and Lord Jingnan, were becoming more and more alike.

Actually, Gao Yi thought that for some officials’ examination quotas, such slaughter was indeed excessive.

But after all, it was their Snow Sea Pass that was being bullied.

Just having finished killing, Gao Yi,

felt in a good mood, quite cheerful.

"Lord, I return with my mission accomplished!"

The Pixiu under him took steps past Gao Yi, entering the Academic Affairs Office.

Inside, it was full of corpses, lying in disarray.

Lord Zheng, in his past life, watched some media dramas, maybe because they didn’t want to make people feel uncomfortable or just to save some cost on costumes and props, so the deaths on the screen looked very "clean."

But in reality, a single cut rarely kills a person instantly, the idea of slashing once and a person dying immediately is too simplistic; even when stabbed, people can still clutch their stomachs and walk a few steps.

Therefore, military personnel often strike first to exploit an opening, knocking the opponent down before decisively finishing them off with another strike;

This follow-up, whether slitting the throat or driving it directly into the heart,

results in considerable bleeding.

The appearance of the corpses, also extremely dismal.

Li Fusheng, every time in battle, always looked as if he had rolled in blood, not because he did it intentionally, but because he had killed so many that layer after layer splattered onto him.

The Pixiu did not mind the living hell scene here, in fact, seemed somewhat excited.

When Lord Zheng dismounted and walked ahead, the Pixiu sneakily bent its head, stretching out its tongue to lick the blood on the ground.

It wouldn’t dare to do this in front of Zheng Fan, because Lord Zheng would find it disgusting.

"Squeak...squeak...squeak..."

The boots underfoot made a slight sound as they trod across the sticky blood.

Lord Zheng continued to walk forward, only stopping in front of the signing office hall, which faced north to south.

Outside the hall, two plaques were hanging on the pillars;

One was inscribed: Qingsuo Storehouse;

The other: Respect and Esteem.

Both plaques were stained with blood, and frankly, it looked oddly beautiful.

Before crossing the threshold to the signing room,

Lord Zheng turned,

and sat down.

Unconsciously, he also began to enjoy sitting in this position.

The princess had once told him that General Nian Yao of their Chu also liked sitting on a threshold, whether for discussions or meals, he always had to find a threshold to sit on.

Lord Jingnan was certainly not the first to sit on a threshold,

going back hundreds or thousands of years, surely someone was sitting on a threshold slurping noodle soup while chatting with neighboring kin.

But among contemporary soldiers, those with this quirk were basically imitating Lord Jingnan.

Mao Mingcai also came in, he looked at the surrounding corpses, took a deep breath, looking at Lord Zheng sitting on the threshold,

and said:

"Is it enough?"

Clearly,

This prefect of Ying Capital City was already on the brink of rage.

Lord Zheng did not respond, just picked up a jade pendant that had fallen when some lord was slashed to death, and threw it toward the corner where the Pixiu was licking blood.

The Pixiu moved its hooves resentfully, raised its head, and dared not continue licking.

"Lord Zheng, does it feel good to kill them all like this?"

Zheng Fan tilted his neck slightly, making a faint cracking sound, still not answering.

"Why can’t you wait a little longer, why can’t you wait, even if you want to bring justice publicly, you could follow a procedure, there’s no rush for this moment."

Zheng Fan spoke:

"Master Mao, I’m a soldier, whatever I do, I’m used to being decisive and quick, I don’t like to deliberate excessively on things."