Chapter 333

At the age of thirty, heratus reached a peak in his national strength.

He not only annexed a country, but also occupied more territory and people by various means.

Under his leadership, he conquered all the wild people, including the indigenous kingdoms established by the wild people, which were all annexed by him one by one.

A large number of slaves and land brought about the gradual prosperity of national strength. When heratu was 30, a large number of soldiers circled on his land, bringing him rich taxes and booty.

The law has taken shape. Heratu is deeply loved by the people in China and regarded him as the only king.

On the other hand, he organized some strong slaves into an army, promised them to give them free identity and land as long as they made contributions, and allowed them to redeem their families. A large number of cheap slaves were organized into an army. Although their combat effectiveness was not as good as the strong army composed of professional soldiers, they were also absolutely elite.

By various means, hetus has made great achievements in managing Tianjin and Tianjin, compared with the surrounding countries plunged into war and famine.

When he was thirty years old, he set his eyes abroad again, and a battle began again.

In a rebellion in the neighboring country, he seized the opportunity, severely damaged the domestic strength of the other party, and destroyed it in a few months.

The tiger opened its fangs. Naturally, this kind of deterrence greatly deterred the surrounding people, making them not only fear, but also be vigilant. They were afraid that hetus would put the next target on them.

In this fear, they instinctively want to unite to get a little sense of security.

Hetus didn't give them a chance.

He led his army all the way forward and broke through the army sent by a big country in front in a short time, making his prestige resound on this land.

Soon, there was another battle in the chaotic wasteland, and all the small countries that had existed in the gap were annexed by heratu, which shocked the whole wasteland.

Then there was another chaotic war. Several big countries felt the crisis and began to unite to attack heratu and burn the war on this land.

Blood and fire splashed everywhere. After a long time, the originally chaotic wasteland was finally calmed by one person.

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"Long live king hetus!"

A burst of cheers resounded through the earth and shook faintly here.

In this place, hetus stood on the newly-built altar, overlooking the people below.

At this time, he was in his forties. Years left traces on his face and terrible scars on his body.

His face is handsome, still with the determination of his youth. Even though he is in his forties, he still doesn't change his charm and dignified appearance.

"It's been more than twenty years..." hetus looked at the earth in front of him and saw his people cheering.

In this world, forty is almost old age. In the past 20 years, the almost never-ending war also made him feel haggard.

He always liked to direct himself, and even stormed many times when the war was in danger to boost the morale of his soldiers. Over the past 20 years, although endless glory and victory have been lost, it has also brought countless hidden injuries. Combined with his age, it is enough to make people feel a sense of sadness.

In fact, according to normal people, he can't stand up at this time, but he is still tall and straight, and even handles a lot of government affairs every day as in the past.

On both sides of the altar are the armies that accompanied him through countless wars, including former slaves, nobles and savages, but now this has become no longer important.

In fact, now, these troops who fought with hetus will become nobles and landlords of the new kingdom. The long war brought them a lot of land and slaves. Every veteran was a landlord enough to support a family.

On the other side of the altar, the officials of the kingdom were standing there, surrounded by a teenager in beautiful clothes in the center.

This is the child of hetus and the only heir to the current kingdom.

According to normal speculation, King hetus, who is about to turn 50, is undoubtedly in his old age and has not had much time. When King hetus dies on the day of his prestige, his children will undoubtedly inherit his throne and become the new master of this huge kingdom.

Even hetus himself thought so, so he had high hopes for his children.

He turned and looked at the new altar, as he had done when he ascended the throne at the age of 18.

After a long battle, the bright red blood stained hetus's body and made him feel more and more powerless.

This was a hidden injury caused by a long war. At this time, his body began to grow old and burst out, which made him feel more and more powerless. It seemed that there was only the last distance from the final line.

"Great lord of the world, please bless my soul."

He raised his right hand slowly, put it on his left chest and began to pray.

But he didn't know that where he couldn't see, strands of purple were still condensing and lingering on him. At this time, as he grew older, he not only didn't decline, but accumulated faster and faster.

At this time, with decades of war, the wasteland where heratus is located has been unified by hetus, and the remaining land is either not suitable for farming, or the cost of conquest is too high to be worth laboring.

Under the primitive communication conditions of the ancient society, the land that a country can effectively rule is actually limited. After reaching a limit, even if it expands again, it will become bloated, the ruling cost will increase, and even some rule can not be carried out.

This is the case in this wasteland at this time. The wasteland is huge, and it has just been settled for a few years. The domestic people come from complex sources, from other conquered countries, as well as slaves and wild people. Naturally, these people can't be too harmonious, even if they won't pose too much threat under the suppression of hetus, but they also make some things from time to time, so that the kingdom can't rule well.

This greatly increased the cost and energy required for rule, and also made hetus take back his eyes from the outside and put them at home.

As time passed, hetus began to grow old like an ordinary man.

His body is aging day by day, like a normal old man, but it is strange that he has not died, and even has the energy to deal with affairs.

At the beginning, although the people were surprised, they didn't care. They just thought that their king lived an ordinary long life, and didn't think it was strange.

But with the passage of time, groups of people are getting old and dying, but their king still exists. Although they are old, there is no sign of dying of old age, which shocked countless people again and again.

When hetus was 80 years old, even his child, the former prince, was 50 years old. He looked very old. Because he had helped his father deal with government affairs for a long time, he was too tired to walk now.

This is the real reaction of an ordinary person. In this world, due to the limitations of basic and medical conditions, the decline of the system will often leave a lot of problems to the body at the age of 30. The older the body is, the weaker the body is.

But hetus is still like that. Although he is very old, the age of 80 is absolutely rare in this world. I dare not say it is unique, but it is absolutely rare. What's more valuable is that even at the age of 80, hetus's aging body still has energy and can deal with government affairs for a long time, almost unlike an old man.

In the winter of this year, a heavy snow fluttered over the whole wilderness. The king of heratus, hetus, 80, personally sent his child away.

He looked sad and silent at the body of his child.

Strictly speaking, death at the age of 50 is definitely not an early death in this era. But compared with hetus, who is still alive, nature is short.

Hetus looked haggard when he stubbornly killed his son, but this was far from the end.

Thirty years later, when hetus was 110, his grandson also died of old age. He was already in his sixties when he died. But hetus was still alive, and although his face grew older, his majesty grew stronger and stronger, which made people dare not look directly at him.

The world began to marvel at the longevity of their king, believing that it was the oldest king in history and blessed by the Lord of the world.

"The end of death... What is it?" in the palace, looking at the body of his grandson and feeling the rapid disappearance and passing of the soul inside, the old hetus said to himself.

There was no sadness on his face, but there was a trace of sadness and numbness in his heart.

Since childhood, he has a talent to sense the soul of life. As he grew older, this talent became stronger and stronger, and now it has reached a terrible level.

But the long time made him numb. Now, the soldiers who had accompanied him in the war have already died one by one. Even his sons and grandchildren have been consumed by him and sent to the grave in person.

The passing of familiar people brings short-term sadness and long-term loneliness. Now, the people he once knew no longer exist, and he watched them leave one by one.

With all this, his mind became more and more calm, or numb.

He witnessed one death after another. His strong sense gave him a unique talent to sense the death of people around him and witness it personally.

The myth of King hetus continues.

Ten years, fifty years, a hundred years·······

After more than two thousand years, hetus still didn't die. His kingdom multiplied on the original wasteland, built a prosperous country, and even conquered the surrounding mountains, seas and alien races, swallowing pieces of land.

Hetus was called the king of immortality by his popular myth.