sovbooks Chapter 29 Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.
Chapter 29 Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.
"How did it get like this?"
Dorgon slowly rose and walked around Johann Adam Schall von Bell, his thick dragon tail carving cracks in the ground.
"I shouldn't have provoked that bastard. I never expected the retribution to come so quickly." Tang Ruowang stroked the lines on his cheek, feeling nothing anymore.
Dorgon turned to Fan Yongdou and ordered, "Bring a few slaves here, and also invite Grand Tutor Hong."
Hong Chengchou arrived late. Although he did not wear the money-rat tail, he had changed into horseshoe sleeves and centipede buckles, and his body was always exuding a bloody smell.
Just then, I saw Johann Adam Schall von Bell pick up a bowl of steaming hot blood and drink it.
"Grand Tutor," Dorgon said, his scales falling away as he tore at them, "in your opinion, how should this Sichen be dealt with?"
Hong Chengchou lowered his head and bent down, as if he was already familiar with the stench.
"The best course of action is to kill them, thus ending the problem once and for all."
Otherwise, once it gains momentum, this sword that slays demons and monsters will one day fall upon our heads.
The worst option, of course, is for us to seek only temporary comfort, so we can sit back and watch the tigers fight, waiting for them to tire themselves out. We can then incite the world to kill him!
We idolized him.
We will implement his proposals several times more forcefully, and we will assassinate anyone who opposes him, sowing discord from within and without.
As long as we don't enter their territory, they will self-destruct from within.
There's nothing in the world that can't be accomplished if you're willing to spend money.
Besides, you also own several silver mines.
Johann Adam Schall von Bell sneered. He now felt utterly disgusted with all Han Chinese. "Easy to put it. Even several mountains of gold wouldn't be enough to sustain such extravagance."
Hong Chengchou paused slightly, holding his money rat tail, "Then let's take the best course of action. Let's offer a blood sacrifice at Yiwulü Mountain in Beizhen to awaken the divine power of the Great Horned Rat God."
Isn't he trying to exorcise demons? Let's lend him a hand.
May the Great Horned Rat God descend to earth ahead of schedule!
According to the preface of the sutra told by the master of illusion: Mo Yan became pregnant and later gave birth to a boy named Yi Shu.
In my opinion, he is the perfect vessel for the mouse to be born!
Yishu, also known as Yesu, is Jesus.
Dorgon stroked his beard without speaking. "Hehehe, Grand Tutor, this is completely contrary to our plan."
Johann Adam Schall von Bell rose and glared angrily. "The offering is Emperor Chongzhen. Only the emperor's status can support the descent of the Great Horned Rat God!"
Hong Chengchou sneered, "You mean that ichthyosaur? The ichthyosaur that was crippled?"
Look, Si Chen's path to becoming a celestial official, you still haven't been able to find its origins, have you?
I have reason to suspect that he is a divinely ordained being.
Isn't this more important than a monarch who has lost his country?
Dorgon slammed his fist down suddenly, "Enough! We'll discuss this later!"
Hong Chengchou raised his horseshoe sleeve to wipe the bloodstains from his face. "Regent, this humble subject takes his leave."
Johann Adam Schall von Bell suddenly turned his head and said, "Why not kill this scoundrel? I think he has ulterior motives and may have some other plans."
Dorgon lashed out with his thick dragon tail. "Kill him, and then send someone more troublesome from the south? At least he's greedy enough to be of use to me."
"Get out of here, I'm not one of your followers."
Johann Adam Schall von Bell was struck by a tremendous force.
It crashed through several palace walls on the spot and became deeply embedded in the white bones.
As Tang Ruowang slowly rose with a gloomy face, he looked at the tiny white insects that covered his body with disgust, which were densely packed and wriggling on his skin.
This river is clearly a world made up of liquid and maggots.
Johann Adam Schall von Bell casually grabbed a passing eunuch, and a moment later, he left behind a piece of dried human flesh.
Why the rush?
Non-my family, its heart must be different.
The regent should also be wary.
Dorgon also had several cuts on his chest, from which black, stagnant blood seeped out, emitting a foul stench.
He lightly covered his face with his sleeve. "Hmph, I'll grant you ten estates in Tuokesuo, right by the Yalu River. Go and heal your wounds."
Johann Adam Schall von Bell twitched slightly, as if he had caught a whiff of something, but was somewhat uncertain. "Hehe, there's no need for the Regent to worry about that. I'll just take a detour south myself."
After saying that, Johann Adam Schall von Bell left quickly.
Dorgon gently stroked the single horn on his head, "Transforming into a dragon, how difficult it is."
Even if the Great Horned Rat God were to descend to earth, I would have to transform into a dragon first before we can talk about anything else.
Otherwise, I absolutely will not agree.
Dorgon looked toward the direction of Mount Yiwulü.
As a sacred mountain in the north, bestowed with imperial decree by the Central Plains for generations, it has developed the status of a mountain god over thousands of years.
Now it has been stolen by the remnant spirit of Nurhaci.
If he were to successfully be born, what would be left for him?
"Someone come here."
The Yiwulü Mountain was sealed off, and not a single blade of grass or tree was allowed to enter it.
"Having disturbed the late emperor's peace, I will personally offer my assailants' skulls as an apology!"
There are hundreds of tribes north of the Harawen Mountains. The Jurchens call them the Wild People, the Mongols call them the Forest People, and the Han Chinese call them the Northern Mountain People. They are all the same group of people.
During the Northern Wei Dynasty, they were called Boshiwei; during the Tang Dynasty, Jubu; and during the Liao Dynasty, Solon. Later, they were known as Tungusic and Yakut. They were hunters, ate meat and wore hides, used birch bark for roofing, used skis, and raised reindeer.
However, they are naturally strong and brave, making them an excellent source of soldiers.
"Conscript another three thousand warriors from the Solon tribe. Order the Bayara warrior Aobai to be the vanguard. Manchu and Mongol Eight Banners cavalrymen are ready for battle, and Han Eight Banners Divine Machine Warriors are to accompany the army. Execute the excess slaves to make military rations, and burn the corpses to make weapons."
soon."
Our chance to take control of the Central Plains is about to arrive.
For his great cause.
Let's make things harder for the warriors of the Solon tribe.
As for the bondservant aha, they are not human.
As soon as Dorgon finished speaking, a bone beneath his feet slowly melted, gradually transforming from a silvery-white liquid into a human shape.
"Master."
"Your servant obeys!"
Fan Wencheng prostrated himself in admiration and loudly echoed the song.
It's like a signal.
More mercury coating flowed out of the river.
The entire Bone Palace depends on them for maintenance, and their daily supplies come from the occasional scraps of food bestowed upon them by their master.
Dorgon coiled Fan Wencheng's bald head, grabbed the pig's tail, and pulled it in front of him.
"Good servant!"
"You can now redeem your wife."
"Haha, hopefully she hasn't been completely ruined yet..."
Fan Wencheng was overjoyed, his face crinkling with laughter. "To be favored by our masters is her good fortune!"
"I'm afraid that the lowly maid's body is not qualified to bear the master's offspring."
Dorgon casually tossed his hand away, "What you said makes sense."
"So I've already made her abdicate like other Han Chinese women."
"That way, we won't have to worry about giving birth to those filthy bastards!"
Fan Wencheng's expression instantly twisted into a grimace.
It's as if he knows perfectly well that what he's doing is wrong, and the moral bottom line he's been taught since childhood is fighting against his distorted loyalty.
His obsession was clan and procreation.
But in the end, under Dorgon's mocking gaze, Fan Wencheng overcame this despicable desire.
That's how it is with bondservants; as long as they don't have any moral burdens, it's fine.
"Waaaaah~"
"Your Majesty, I thank you for your great favor!"
"This servant is deeply grateful!"