novelraw Chapter 996: The Final Journey (8)
Chapter 996: The Final Journey (8)
Outside City 5, the young man turned into a puppet by Zong Cheng stood at the immigration checkpoint. The old man behind him and the thousands of laborers and scrolls had disappeared without a trace.
The young man walked towards the city with his hands behind his back, a gentle smile on his face. As he passed the checkpoint, a soldier stopped him: "Show your electronic beacon."
The young man smiled: "Please inform Ginkgo Mountain that Zong Cheng is visiting."
Soon, a Shadow Gate opened before Zong Cheng.
Qing Ji looked at him expressionlessly: "Come on, Old Master is waiting for you at Ginkgo Mountain."
Zong Cheng stepped into the Shadow Gate, praising: "This is one of the Forbidden Artifacts I most want to possess, but it has always been firmly in the control of the Qing Family. If I had this thing, it would definitely increase my happiness." Qing Ji said with a forced smile: "In your next life, you can be reborn as my grandson, and maybe I will pass it on to you."
Zong Cheng stood in front of the small wooden house halfway up the mountain, not angry: "Perhaps I don't need to wait that long... Old Master is really bold, willing to chat face-to-face with an ordinary person like me."
Old Master sat calmly in the room, flipping through the Game Recording: "You're not that scary, so you don't need to make me feel fear. Come in and sit down. No matter what the outcome is today, one of us will disappear from this world forever. There won't be another chance to drink tea together in the future."
Zong Cheng smiled and sat opposite Old Master: "I agree. I also believe that today is the final showdown. However, I don't think I will lose."
Qing Ji brought out a chessboard and placed it in front of the two of them, then left. Old Master, playing black, made a move: "Another game?"
"Then let's play another game," Zong Cheng said, smiling as he took the white piece and made his move. "Aren't you worried about the Qing Family losing? Or are you not worried about Qing Chen's death?"
Old Master said: "How can we lose?"
Zong Cheng said: "I know Qing Chen has taken that path to become a god, but even Ren Xiaoli took more than two hundred years to recover his memories. How dare you hope that Qing Chen can recover his memories in this war?"
Old Master said calmly: "What if he does recover? That's rigid empiricism, it won't do. And, maybe even without recovering his memories, he can defeat West Continent!"
Zong Cheng said: "You underestimate the Fate Weaver. I've dealt with them. After I used the alias Liu Yue, I also went to that land. I thought they were easy to bully, but unexpectedly, they found all the puppets in West Continent and killed them one by one."
Old Master was a little surprised...
Qing Chen had mentioned that puppeteers had appeared in West Continent before, but he never expected that the puppeteer behind the entire world was this man!
The Federation and Roosevelt Kingdom have both existed for thousands of years. In these thousands of years, countless lives have come into this world and quietly left.
And this puppeteer has been hiding in the corner, watching the changes in the world.
Old Master sighed: "Are you a scoundrel? Why are you everywhere."
"It's the first time someone has called me that," Zong Cheng laughed. "Since I have infinite life, I naturally need to experience more of life. West Continent thinks this is my first time there, but they never imagined that I had been there many times a hundred years ago. I have dealt with the Fate Weaver family. If you think that their trump card in the final battle is just a group of silly beast soldiers, you will definitely suffer a great loss."
"Oh?"
Zong Cheng said seriously: "I even think that Qing Chen will die on the battlefield without me even needing to make a move."
Old Master asked calmly: "What kind of countermeasures will they have?"
Zong Cheng laughed: "That's the Fate Weaver's trump card, how could I know? But I know that from the beginning of this decisive battle, everything has been in their calculations. The Fate Weaver has always been like this. You don't even know when they will take away the most crucial things, and the balance of victory will tilt."
Old Master dropped a black piece: "This time, I'm afraid it won't work. I can't see the fate, and neither can they."
Zong Cheng quickly dropped a white piece: "The Fate Weaver's ability to plan is more than just a God's perspective, just as your ability is not just owning the chessboard of heaven and earth. Seeing fate is an advantage, but to use God's perspective and the chessboard of heaven and earth well also requires far more than ordinary calculation. I watched you play this game like an observer, marveling at how you almost made all the right choices. Only in this way could the East Continent, which is seriously ill, fight West Continent to a draw."
Old Master smiled: "Overpraise."
Zong Cheng said seriously: "But the Fate Weaver this time is more terrifying than you imagine. You know how to survive by risking death, and the opponent knows it too."
Old Master laughed: "If they're that terrifying, how will you benefit if the Qing Family loses? I'm afraid you can't beat them either."
Zong Cheng thought for a moment: "I should be able to."
Old Master made a sound of understanding: "Just with your 12 A-Class painters and their lifelong works?"
Zong Cheng asked back: "Who says there are only A-Class among those painters? In this vast world, I can take what I want. If I could only find 12 cultivators of mediocre talent, that would be too much of a failure."
Old Master remained noncommittal: "Let's play chess."
Zong Cheng said strangely: "Aren't you worried?"
Old Master picked up a black piece from the chess box: "Once, a friend brought his son to play chess. I showed his son the direction of the chess pieces on the board, and let his son accept an extremely cruel fate. He knew nothing about it, but I felt guilty."
Zong Cheng: "Li Xiurui, Li Yunshou."
Old Master looked up at Zong Cheng: "At that time, I made up my mind that no matter what the cost, no matter how many obstacles, we must win. Only in this way can we live up to the sacrifices of those who calmly accepted their fate."
"You still underestimate the Fate Weaver, and you underestimate me."
"You underestimate our determination."
In the mountains, members of the Guardians' Union supported each other as they hurried on their way.
After a long journey and a great battle, only ten thousand of the core A-Class members of the Guardians' Union remained.
Those who disappeared forever remained on the battlefield of the A1 Frontline.
The living, each of them, were close to their physical limits.
Even Little Seven, sometimes stumbled over dead branches on the ground, which showed that he was so tired that his brain could no longer accurately analyze the environment.
"Give me a hand!" Little Seven said, panting. His left arm had scratches. Although he had applied the special medicine made from Chicken Blood Bud, this was not the Outer World.
There was no Whale Island. The medicine was limited; everyone could only apply a thin layer.
Luo Wanya pulled him up: "Why don't you stay and rest with the injured? Those of us who are not injured will continue to go to support."
Little Seven joked: "Without the injured, you only have more than 300 people left, not enough for West Continent to fill its teeth."
Luo Wanya thought for a moment: "That's true."
Little Seven stood up straight: "Let's go, our comrades are still waiting for us... Lao Luo, you know, we were all just a bunch of hooligans before. You were a master of escape, a big brother in the underworld, I was a regular at nightclubs. How did we end up in this situation?"
Xiao Wu smiled: "What do you mean, "ended up in this situation'? It sounds like we're all fallen youths. Could you choose your words more carefully!"
Luo Wanya supported Dayu and continued walking forward, laughing heartily: "Didn't we do this for our faith?"
"What's our faith?"
"Tsk, what are we talking about faith for now? A bunch of thugs pretending to be literati, just do it! Lao Luo, you brainwashed me into the Guardians' Union, and now you're still trying to brainwash us!"
Luo Wanya laughed loudly: "Just do it!"
The Guardians' Union team rushed to other battlefields. Their speed was slow but never stopped.
At this time, three figures appeared in front of them: Chen Zhuozao with bandages on his shoulders, Hu Jingyi with bandages on his legs, and Xiao Jiu with bandages on his waist. The three of them came to join the Guardians' Union team.
Li Ke, at the forefront of the team, suddenly turned around with his replica backpack: "Everyone, I have to go ahead, time waits for no one."
Little Seven said seriously: "Stay alive, wait for us to arrive."
"Hmm."
The A5 Battlefield was full of corpses and rivers of blood.
The originally yellow soil was gradually dyed black by the dried blood.
On the more than ten kilometers of battlefield between the two mountain ranges, it was already incredibly desolate.
It was noon, the sun was high in the sky, and everyone seemed to be coated with a layer of gold.
Right now, Qing Chen longed to recover his memories and break his seal.
This time, he purely wished for more killing methods, instead of just relying on fists and kicks to kill those beast soldiers.
It was too slow!
Other bosses, once their health dropped to the critical level, would immediately unleash a powerful attack to wipe out all the small fry on the screen. But Qing Chen couldn't.
He also hoped that if he fought a little longer and suffered some injuries, he might remember something, but nothing happened.
Qing Chen had been fighting for too long, and every time he made a move, he used all his strength. Gradually, he began to breathe heavily, and his speed slowed down.
Before, his punches were too fast for anyone to see clearly. But now it was different, every move could be captured by the naked eye.
The battlefield was vast, and the beast soldiers were densely packed. Qing Chen felt like he was in the most crowded train station during the Spring Festival travel rush. He could not see anything else.
What a magical comparison... Qing Chen thought to himself.
The next moment, an old Fate Weaver monster saw his exhaustion and quietly approached him from among the beast horde.
The old Fate Weaver monster did not rashly approach. He merely stood dozens of meters away, took a blowgun from his sleeve, and blew.
But the moment he blew the blowgun, Qing Chen suddenly turned around, caught it between two fingers, and crushed it with a flick of his hand.
The old Fate Weaver monster was completely dumbfounded. Where was the exhaustion Qing Chen had just displayed?
The Fate Weaver had tried it before. The speed of the blowgun was much faster than a bullet, yet Qing Chen could easily catch it and crush it. The exhaustion had clearly been faked!
Qing Chen had already destroyed two Forbidden Artifacts.
Even if the Roosevelt Kingdom had many Forbidden Artifacts, they couldn't withstand this kind of abuse!
Moreover, this ability to destroy Forbidden Artifacts with bare hands made the old monster's heart uneasy. He did not dare to personally assassinate him.
But in fact, Qing Chen did not crush the Forbidden Artifacts with force. Forbidden Artifacts were the specific manifestation of the world's rules and will. Now that he had formed his own world, when he came into contact with the Forbidden Artifacts, the rules of the two worlds would collide.
Qing Chen felt that he hadn't even used any strength, and the dagger before and now the blowgun had shattered.
Even Qing Chen himself found it strange. After he lost his memory, he had often heard Black Widow and Yi talk about the power of various Forbidden Artifacts... These weren't powerful at all!
At this time, the old monster was incredibly lucky that he had seen through his intentions and immediately surrounded him layer by layer, until he was completely separated from the Guardians' Union.
Gradually, Qing Chen went from killing dozens of beast soldiers with one kick to only killing one with a kick, everyone could see that his physical ability was constantly declining. By this time, Qing Chen had killed a full 30,000 beast soldiers, all with his bare hands.
The old Fate Weaver monster believed that their chance had finally come, and once again approached under the cover of the beast soldiers, removing a butterfly brooch from his black robe.
He lightly blew, and the butterfly fluttered its wings towards Qing Chen.
As soon as the butterfly appeared, Qing Chen became fierce again, chasing the old monster for two miles, and even finding a chance to throw a beast soldier at him, causing the old monster to suffer internal bleeding. The Fate Weaver monsters were all speechless.
So, you only know how to act weak and pretend?
What about Divine Slash? What about Cloud Qi?
You've put all your skill points into acting.
The Fate Weaver monsters suddenly felt a little helpless. It seemed like Qing Chen, the boss, could not be defeated no matter what.
After that, within an hour, Qing Chen acted six times in total, destroying seven Forbidden Artifacts of the Fate Weaver, making the old Fate Weaver monsters numb.
But... even the fiercest boss can be defeated.
Qing Chen's movements became slower and slower. When he had single-handedly killed 50,000 beast soldiers, a beast soldier rushed to his side and left three bloody scratches on his back with its claws.
The wounds were not deep. Others might not be able to withstand this claw, but it was like a kitten scratching him.
This was not a minor injury for Qing Chen, but it meant: the beginning, the beginning of exhaustion.
Qing Chen panted, standing in the middle of the battlefield, feeling that there were no comrades around him, only monsters.
This time it wasn't an act, he was really tired.
However, when he was truly tired, the old Fate Weaver monsters dared not attack again.
They looked at the wounds on Qing Chen's back, and whispered: "A feigned injury, it must be a feigned injury."
Like the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf', the boy in the story only cried wolf three times, and people no longer believed him. After nine times of acting from Qing Chen, the old Fate Weaver monsters were truly afraid to believe him again.
He suddenly began to retreat towards the Guardians' Union. He had to leave before he was truly exhausted, or he would fail.
Before he came, Qing Ji told him that he only needed to delay as long as possible. If he could hold on for six hours, reinforcements would arrive.
But Qing Chen had already delayed for six hours, yet no reinforcements had appeared.
And he felt something was wrong. The number of beast soldiers was over 100,000, he had killed 50,000 by himself, but the other side seemed not to mind, continuing to consume beast soldiers.
Qing Chen felt that this shouldn't be the case. The other side must still have a plan, otherwise, why would they dare to kill all the way to the East Continent?
If West Continent had no more plans, then the other side would be too stupid.
He remembered Ling saying a phrase in the safe house: "Never underestimate the Fate Weaver."
Therefore, West Continent must have some unknown killer moves, either hidden things like mechanical spiders, or they still had Forbidden Artifacts that could destroy everything in East Continent!
Qing Chen used all his strength to kill back, preparing to meet up with the Guardians' Union.
An old monster suddenly noticed something was wrong, he really couldn't hold on any longer.
"Surround him, don't let him have a chance to join the Guardians' Union!"
Qing Chen wanted to join the Guardians' Union, but no matter how hard he tried, there would always be new beast soldiers filling in, pulling the distance between him and the Guardians' Union further apart.
What a plot twist!
After a battle, Qing Chen's signature skills were not seen much, but he showed many amazing moves!
After Qing Chen joined the Guardians' Union, he hurriedly said: "Retreat, retreat, quickly retreat!"
The Guardians' Union retreated like a tide towards the last line of defense. Qing Chen nervously looked around, trying to see if any reinforcements had arrived.
However, fate was already blurred, even Ginkgo Mountain could not know the answer to time.
Qing Chen wanted to buy time to bring in reinforcements, but ultimately failed to wait for them.
On the retreat, the beast soldiers attacked again. Qing Chen used his remaining strength to kill back and forth, creating opportunities for the Guardians' Union to retreat.
But the battlefield was too vast, even he could not protect everyone from the tide of beast soldiers.
Qing Chen was a little sad, because Yi and Black Widow had said that everyone must be waiting for his return, as if everything would be calm once he returned.
Qing Chen also hoped that after his return, he would be able to slaughter his way through, like One-Punch Man Saitama, needing only one punch to plow a huge trench on the earth, wiping out the entire beast army.
However, reality is always different from imagination.
Xiao Er was one of the few A-Class members on the A5 line of defense. When Qing Chen joined them, he followed Qing Chen like a bodyguard.
Qing Chen looked at Xiao Er: "Uh... what's your name?"
Xiao Er laughed: "You can just call me Xiao Er."
Qing Chen cut the throat of a beast soldier, and said ashamedly: "I'm sorry. I couldn't kill all these monsters."
Xiao Er nodded: "You're using the most apologetic tone to say the most cruel words. This is the defense line with the largest number of beast soldiers, it's normal for you not to be able to kill them all."
At this time, the beast soldiers divided into two wings and launched a flanking attack, raising dust on the vast plain.
Their speed was far higher than the Guardians' Union, and their pursuit speed was always faster than the retreat speed. As soon as the Leader had retreated to the last line of defense, the entire defense position was surrounded.
Even if Qing Chen had three heads and six arms, he could not save everyone this time.
Qing Chen thought that the Guardians' Union would panic, but Xiao Er suddenly raised his arm and held up a finger.
The next moment, commands were continuously passed on, and a group of Guardians' Union members voluntarily stood out and stood at the outermost layer of the defense circle.
The moment the Guardians' Union collided with the beast soldiers, some were instantly pierced by the beast soldiers' claws, but the pierced people did not give up, only vomiting blood, continuing to pull the trigger, hitting deep wounds on the beast soldiers.
The beast soldiers formed a huge millstone around them, and when the millstone rotated, it would grind out blood, as if to grind out the bones of the Guardians' Union members and swallow them.
The Guardians' Union members continued to retreat inwards, but they retreated one step, and the beast soldiers would advance one step.
Qing Chen desperately tried to save people, but he couldn't save everyone.
He did not know these people who fought alongside him, but when one by one living lives died, he felt a pain in his heart.
It was as if he should have known these people a long time ago, or he should have remembered but had forgotten.
Yes, he should have remembered these people.
The look in these people's eyes when they saw him was admiration, trust, and kindness. This was something Qing Chen had never seen before the age of 17.
Those gazes reminded him that there was a blank space in his life, and that blank space was his most precious experience.
At this moment, Qing Chen even hated this feeling. Why hadn't his memories returned yet, why hadn't his legendary seal been broken yet, would everything be different once it was broken?
To be precise, he hated the seal in his body.
Xiao Er seemed to notice his emotions, and said calmly: "You don't need to blame yourself. If you hadn't come, we would have died six hours ago. To be honest, living for six hours and seeing you one last time, we're quite satisfied."
Qing Chen remained silent, only kicking away the approaching beast soldiers with all his might.
At this time, someone in the crowd smiled: "It's true, living six more hours and watching the Boss kill so many beast soldiers, it's worth it."
Xiao Er suddenly raised his arm and clenched his fist, and countless members of the Guardians' Union surrounded Qing Chen and moved southward.
Qing Chen frowned: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Er said: "Your memory hasn't returned yet, the seal hasn't been broken, you shouldn't die here with us. Your memory will come back someday, and there are more people who need you to live. We will create a path to the south for you, you must leave."
Qing Chen never expected that he came to save people, but in the end, it was these people who wanted to save him.
It's as if these people have been waiting day and night for his return, but it was these people who have been guarding those defense lines day and night.
The beast soldiers accelerated their attack frequency again, and the beast soldiers desperately pounced, as if afraid that Qing Chen would leave.
However, the Guardians' Union orderly divided into two groups again, one group desperately resisted the attack of the beast soldiers, while the other continued to escort Qing Chen to the south.
But the beast soldiers did not intend to let Qing Chen leave. Three injured Fate Weaver old monsters all followed the beast soldiers to kill, blocking the way south.
They knew that Qing Chen was truly exhausted, and they had to keep him here today!
A Guardians' Union member shouted loudly: "Charge, don't look back!"
Qing Chen felt that something deep in his heart was constantly hitting the shackles, until a crack finally appeared on the shackles!
However, even with a crack, the seal was still unbreakable, no matter how hard he tried, Qing Chen's head ached, wanting to roar but unable to make a sound.
This feeling was despairing.
The Guardians' Union members struggled to break through the southward path, but failed repeatedly.
At this moment, a rushing sound suddenly came from afar.
The sound was like a war drum, getting closer and closer, and someone shouted loudly, a long-drawn song like the songs from the snowy regions.
The Guardians' Union members were squeezed and blocked by the beast soldiers on the battlefield, they could only hear the sound but not see the people, only feeling that the sound was getting closer and faster!
Xiao Er shouted: "Lift me up!"
Two Guardians' Union members formed a bridge with their hands, lifting Xiao Er into the air.
Xiao Er was stunned. He saw thousands of huge wild bulls rushing towards them. The wild bulls had black totems surging on their bodies, their horns were as sharp as two daggers, and they were as tall as beast soldiers.
These were not wild bulls, these were the divine bulls from the southwest snow mountains!
But the strange thing was that every divine bull had its eyes covered with a black cloth.
But Xiao Er only saw the wild bulls, but did not see a single figure!
The next moment, the herd of divine bulls galloped along the edge of the beast soldiers. They did not clash with the beast soldiers head-on. Compared to the number of beast soldiers, they were still too few to be a match.
When the divine bull herd brushed past the edge of the beast soldiers, thousands of people emerged from one side of the divine bulls' abdomens. Their cheeks were sunburnt red, their heads were braided with dense braids, their necks were wearing necklaces made of finger bones, and they made a clattering sound when they collided.
These thousands of people wore Tibetan robes, revealing half of their bare shoulders, and everyone had black totems surging on their shoulders.
Fire Pit!
It was the long-lost Fire Pit!
Xiao Er shouted: "Reinforcements! Reinforcements are here!"
"Poof!"
Xiao Er was puzzled. He saw that when all the Fire Pit men climbed onto the backs of the bulls, they were all carrying an RPG.
This feeling was like when Qing Chen first met the elder, the elder was checking the weather forecast on his wristwatch, it was so hardcore.
The elder on the first divine bull raised his arm and then forcefully swung it down: "Fire!"
All the Fire Pit men simultaneously pulled the triggers of their individual RPGs, and rocket after rocket spun and hit the flank of the beast soldiers.
The violent flames soared into the sky, and the air pressure alone overturned thousands of beast soldiers!
The Fire Pit usually hid in the southwest snow mountain and did not come out, so most people's understanding of them was that they were a group of barbarians.
Now barbarians riding divine bulls and carrying RPGs, it's so subverting cognition.
But none of this matters, the important thing is that someone has come.
Finally, someone came!
Although there weren't many people, as long as someone came, it meant that they had not been forgotten here!
Just as the Guardians' Union members thought this, they saw the Fire Pit men driving the divine bulls further and further away, as if they were about to leave.
"Wow," Xiao Er exclaimed: "So, they just came for a quick strike? Just to show their faces?"
As soon as the words fell, they saw the Fire Pit men driving the divine bulls in a circle outside the battlefield, turning back to charge again!
This time, they charged straight at the beast soldiers, forcing the beast soldiers to split off a group to withstand the pressure of the charge.
At the moment when the divine bull herd was about to encounter the beast soldiers, all the Fire Pit men jumped off the backs of the divine bulls.
They rolled on the ground and stood up smoothly, continuing to charge behind the divine bull herd.
The galloping divine bulls knocked over thousands of beast soldiers, but they were still too few.
They only managed to open a small gap in the beast soldiers' formation before they were torn to pieces by the beast soldiers.
At this time, the Fire Pit men had already charged to the front of the beast soldiers.
"Make way!" A crisp voice rang out.
The Fire Pit men's formation suddenly split to the sides, revealing a young girl with a braided bun dragging a black knife in the middle.
Qin Yiyi jumped up with a knife, her sword light slashing down like a splitting mountain.
The sword light piercing the sky split a crack in the beast soldiers' formation, Qin Yiyi was indeed an A-Class, and her sword style was even better than what the elder had shown before, truly spectacular!
But it wasn't enough.
The elder roared: "Xu Linsen!"
Black Tao Organization's black machine A-Xu Linsen, was the first to arrive in front of Qin Yiyi, his divine bull Dharma Image materialized behind him, pushing through the beast formation with even greater ferocity!
This time, a gap was finally opened in the beast soldiers' formation!
The Fire Pit men seized this opportunity to rush into the gap, killing all the way to the center and joining the Guardians' Union.
Jiaco God Son said to the Guardians' Union members: "We'll hold this position, you retreat inside, and take the injured to the middle!"
Qin Yiyi scanned the crowd with her eyes, but at this time there were still many Guardians' Union members, standing together, boundless, she did not see the person she wanted to see.
The elder said solemnly: "Be careful, now is not the time to look for people!"
"Hmm," Qin Yiyi did not say anything more, and swung her sword to block the beast tide that surrounded them again!
A Guardians' Union member excitedly asked: "How did you get here?"
The elder said angrily: "Who do you look down on? We also have a share in the East Continent. You guys came here as heroes, does our Fire Pit have no heroes?"
Everyone laughed loudly: "The men of Fire Pit are all heroes!"
The elder muttered: "Don't go straight to surround and annihilate us after the battle is over!"
Someone shouted: "No, after this battle is over, let's go to the underworld together to line up to cross the Menghe Bridge and drink Meng Po soup, there will be no encirclement and annihilation!"
The scene became quiet for a moment, after two seconds, someone asked while blocking the beast soldiers: "Which idiot said that depressing stuff..."
Jiaco God Son seriously explained: "We have our own gods, we don't drink Meng Po soup even in death, we are not in the same system as you."
The elder sighed: "What time is it, still telling jokes about hell. You guys don't want to live, but I do!"
A Guardians' Union member asked: "Fire Pit brothers, what about the other reinforcements?"
Jiaco God Son shouted loudly: "I don't know, only we came, I didn't see anyone else!"
The hearts of the Guardians' Union members sank. Just Fire Pit alone was definitely not enough.
They thanked Fire Pit for coming out at this time, but at this time, passion alone is not enough, war is war.
Gradually, the turmoil created by Fire Pit subsided again, and the beast soldiers' millstone formation became tight again, even the newly joined Fire Pit was retreating.
The Guardians' Union members apologized: "Heroes of Fire Pit, sorry. I didn't expect it to make you suffer along with us."
The elder suddenly said: "Although we came alone, I know that there are certainly more reinforcements on the way."
When Qing Zhun and Ning Xiu hadn't had their accidents yet, the Old Master on Ginkgo Mountain wasn't as silent as he is now.
Qing Xun once led a small team to Fire Pit. At that time, although they were enemies, the Head of the Qingshi Clan on Ginkgo Mountain sat in the enemy camp, laughing and chatting, drinking large bowls of alcohol, and eating meat.
When they arrived at the Fire Pit mountain gate, the men of Fire Pit surrounded the more than ten people from the Qing Family. The elder asked Qing Xun: "Aren't you afraid of dying?"
Qing Xun smiled and replied: "I'm a guest here to drink, why would I die?"
That's when the elder truly felt that the other party wasn't afraid at all!
Qing Xun, as an ordinary person, didn't bring any army or experts with him, only the somewhat immature Qing Ji guarding him.
That demeanor, even if it was just drinking and chatting about the world situation, could still make the Fire Pit elder feel admiration.
Following that meeting, the Qing Family and Fire Pit secretly formed an alliance, using Fire Pit and the Number 8 Forbidden Zone as a barrier to restrain the Chen Family forces.
Since then, Fire Pit has never faced a real threat in the Southwest region, and the Qing Family even secretly sends them many New Year gifts every year.
Many people don't know that after Qing Xun secluded himself in Ginkgo Mountain, the Elder, not having seen him for many years, disguised himself to visit Ginkgo Mountain.
Unknowingly, this Elder of Fire Pit had come to consider Qing Xun a friend.
That day, after drinking, the Elder learned why the other party had secluded himself, and it was from then on that he knew Qing Xun would absolutely not rest until he avenged his son and daughter-in-law.
The other party, in order to avenge himself, killed everyone within the Qing Family who was even slightly suspicious. Now, knowing that the real culprit is the Puppeteer, the Puppeteer must die to quell Qing Xun's years of anger. Now, the Puppeteer hasn't even appeared yet, the war will definitely not end here!
The Elder gasped and said, "Wait a little longer! Wait a little longer! There must be reinforcements!"
The intense battle caused his muscles to become somewhat weak, and his beard trembled as he spoke.
But long after he said these words, no reinforcements appeared.
Jiaco God Son quietly asked the Elder, "What if there really are no reinforcements?"
The Elder was uncertain for a moment, but the next moment he became firm again.
As if answering the Elder's call, several burly figures suddenly appeared on the mountain ridge to the left of the battlefield!
Giants!
Each of them bore wounds, dried blood on their strong bodies, fierce and desolate.
After they arrived on the battlefield one by one, they joined the battle without hesitation.
More and more burly figures appeared on the ridge one after another, then charged down the slope without stopping!
The giants were like rolling war chariots from the end of the world, their rumbling sound deafening!
Following that, Li Changqing and others also appeared on the ridge. They had left the battlefield earlier, but were caught up by the later giants, and arrived together.
In the camp surrounded by the Beast Legion, cheers erupted: "Reinforcements have arrived! More reinforcements have arrived!"
"Look, there's more on the other side"
Everyone turned their heads to look at the right-hand ridge, and saw four Knight Demi-Gods standing on the peak: Li Ke, Chen Zhuoqu, Hu Jingyi, Wang Rui Xiao Jiu!
Behind them were 7 A-Class Knights!
When these Knights charged down, just as all the Guardians' Union members and Qing Family soldiers thought that was all the reinforcements, more black figures appeared on the right ridge.
Some of them limped, some simply hung their arms, sunlight streamed down from behind them, and from the battlefield, they could only see the ridge filled with countless black figures!
The next moment, everyone, wounded and unwounded, all charged down, as if to counter-encircle the Beast Legion!
A broken world.
Lost returnees.
It's not too late! The world has already begun to reverse!
Someone who had drunk Jingshan Tea had sharp eyes: "That's Little Seven! That's Lao Luo! That's Xiao Wu..."
As they spoke, the person started to choke up, wiping away tears incessantly.
Someone laughed and asked, "Why the hell are you crying?"
It was too hard. The A5 frontline had defended alone for eight hours, and finally waited for reinforcements.
Somehow, the surrounded Guardians' Union members felt like they wanted to shout at the top of their lungs!
Brothers and sisters were all together, even if they died here, there would be no regrets!
Qing Chen was somewhat moved in the crowd, watching one group of reinforcements after another rush to their deaths. Perhaps this is why he insisted on coming even though he hadn't recovered his memories yet.
Everyone underestimated their determination!