Chapter 811 - 52: Striving Through Five Generations, Kyushu United (Part 2)

He couldn’t stop the Song Army.

Nor could he retain the nobles who betrayed him or uplift the army’s morale.

What remained for him was only death.

Yet as time went by, the Emperor had gradually become accustomed to the feeling of death, and now there was little emotional turmoil left within him.

Music continued to play.

Beside him, a concubine anxiously fed the Emperor wine.

Yelv Yanxi was not a wise ruler.

Although he had indeed bucked up due to changes in the situation, now he preferred to do the things he enjoyed.

As for the constant noise outside the palace, he paid it no heed.

Death... was not terrifying.

It merely needed a great fire.

In Yelv Yanxi’s eyes, this was the most satisfactory way to die.

To die in this tender haven was not a wasted life.

Outside the hall, chaotic noises continued.

They were the sounds of panicked soldiers and eunuchs scrambling for treasures.

Dusk settled, and the crows occasionally cried mournfully, adding further despair to the pandemonium.

If Yelv Yanxi didn’t have the sword at his waist and the dozens of armored guards who swore loyalty outside the hall, even the concubines in front of him would have fled long ago.

Time flowed slowly in despair.

Finally—

Above the clamor, the sound of hooves and shouting approached like a rising tide.

"Your Majesty... the Song Army has..."

The attendant hurriedly reported, but Yelv Yanxi interrupted with a wave, this doomsday Emperor quaffed the strong wine in his cup, suddenly stood up, and before the concubines could scream, he unsheathed the Emperor’s Sword at his waist, its cold gleam flashing.

"Die, all of you shall die with me!" His eyes were bloodshot, "Rather than suffer the humiliation from a beastly army, accompany me to the Yellow Springs, preserving the last dignity of the Great Liao royal family!"

"It’s also good to indulge with me in the afterlife."

Blood splattered his ferocious face, the concubines’ screams and sobs echoed in the hall.

Some tried to flee but were mercilessly stopped by the loyal guards at the hall’s entrance.

At this moment, the tender haven became a slaughterhouse, the past allure transformed into dying wails.

Yelv Yanxi was like a madman, his sword repeatedly striking down.

Ornaments shattered, clothes stained with blood, once charming faces lost life under the sword.

Watching this scene, Yelv Yanxi laughed hysterically, tears mixed with blood sliding down: "Good, good! Come with me!"

When the last wail dissipated, the hall was left in shambles, filled with a pungent stench.

Yelv Yanxi propped himself up with the sword, gasping heavily.

Outside the hall, the sounds of battle grew closer, evidently, someone had opened the city gates again, just like when he was unwilling to give up before, repeatedly giving the Song Army opportunities.

In the past, Yelv Yanxi felt anger at this.

But this time, he felt only calm.

He casually threw down his sword, stepping over beautiful bodies, grabbing a nearby wine jug to pour over himself, the dragon throne, the hangings, and the luxurious carpets.

At this moment, he seemed possessed, mumbling endlessly while pouring wine.

Outside, the shouts, clashes of blades, and cries of Song soldiers were clearly audible, even the torchlight flickered wildly outside the window.

He seemed not to hear, nor see.

He discarded the empty jar, staggered to the palace lamp, and took its flickering candle.

Finally, he drank a mouthful of wine.

Then calmly tossed the candle flame towards the wine-soaked draperies.

"Boom—!"

The flames met the wine and immediately ignited, consuming the silk, the wood, and Yelv Yanxi drenched in wine.

"Haha... hahaha..."

It was unclear whether it was a scream or laughter echoing now.

Under the continuous shouting and laughing.

The entire Imperial Palace was nearly instantly engulfed by the rampant fire.

The beginning of Huaji Era, the signing month.

Three years of conflict in history—

The Song Army finally broke Zhenzhoou State, Liao’s Emperor Yelv Yanxi self-immolated within the Imperial Palace.

Liao, a fallen nation.

After nearly three hundred years, Kyushu was finally reunited...

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