Night’s Nomenclature

Chapter 998: The Final Journey (10)

On Ginkgo Mountain.

Old Master and Zong Cheng had played seven games, and Zong Cheng lost every one. However, he didn't show any impatience, seeming completely immersed in the joy of playing chess.

Old Master glanced at him: "You lose every time, why do you keep playing?" Zong Cheng smiled: "It fits my life perfectly. I actually envy people like you and Qing Chen. You were born to win. You have good looks, a good background, and a gifted bloodline, while I have nothing."

Zong Cheng said: "People like me are destined to fail again and again from birth. Waking up in that sunless underground base, I had to be careful of the remaining experimental subjects. It was hell mode from the start, born in hell. After finally getting out, I didn't understand anything. My first-generation body had a kidney cut out in City 5 Ninth District. After the kidney was removed, I was sold to a black-hearted mine as a miner."

"After finally awakening supernatural abilities, I controlled a few miners to escape back to the city, only to find that I couldn't even afford food. I took a few miners to work in a factory, doing the hardest work and getting the lowest wages, working 16 hours a day just to have enough to eat... You might not believe it, but my goal is actually the same as Qing Chen's. The reason I made the grand ambition to control the world is because I want to end the era of you tycoons."

This time, Old Master was genuinely surprised.

To be honest, even he hadn't expected that the first beating Zong Cheng received in the human world would come from the exploitation and oppression of the capitalist world.

Life is divided into stages: childhood, youth, middle age, old age. The most profound influence on a person is childhood.

The oppression of the world by capital was Zong Cheng's childhood memory. But who would have thought that one of the most terrifying figures in the world today was so miserable back then?

That's too miserable! But Old Master casually said: "Qing Chen is different from you. He never uses inhumane means to achieve his goals, so even if you have the same vision at the beginning, the results will be completely opposite. Once you gain power, you will start enjoying the convenience it brings." Zong Cheng smiled: "That's absolutely right. The dragon-slaying boy eventually becomes a dragon. This story seems to fit me perfectly. In the beginning, I wanted to make money, but I could only use very stupid methods; later, I wanted to control the army, but I was bombed; I wanted to go to West Continent to lower the game difficulty, but I encountered Fate Weaver; after returning, I wanted to control the Qing Family, but I encountered Qing Zhun, who started with a royal flush. It's too hard. Can you understand my experience? I seem to be losing all the time, so I gradually became less concerned about winning or losing, because I will win sooner or later."

"Don't be so confident," Old Master shook his head: "The reason you suddenly attacked now is, on the one hand, because you finally have the strongest power after controlling the Chen Family, and on the other hand, because Qing Chen has become the king of the giants. The existence of those giants with telepathy and the Forbidden Artifact injectors makes you understand one thing: finally, someone has gathered all the elements to kill you."

Old Master looked up at Zong Cheng: "You're afraid."

Zong Cheng was stunned for a moment, then admitted frankly: "That's right."

At this moment, a Mute servant brought two bowls of vegetarian noodles and placed them in front of them. Zong Cheng ate the noodles while saying: "I was unknowingly calculated by you again. Now I remember that Qing Ji disappeared during the first game of chess. He went to steal my things, right? You kept me playing chess to delay some more time?"

Old Master chuckled: "You reacted quite quickly."

Zong Cheng finished the noodles in two mouthfuls and sighed: "I can't tell whether that's praise or sarcasm... Are you worried about Qing Chen? I've seen West Continent use their final trump card. To be honest, I'm surprised they prepared for so long, and I didn't expect it to be so terrifying. Now, I'm a little worried. This fisherman may not have the strength to achieve the final victory."

That army of the dead seemed to make even Zong Cheng a little wary.

Zong Cheng looked at Old Master: "Did you guess they would have such a move?"

Old Master nodded: "I guessed it." Zong Cheng was surprised: "You could even guess that?"

Old Master said with a smile: "I gained something in the Virtual Realm recently. Qing Chen went on a killing spree in Multiverse 8, and finally killed Hades to advance to an S-level combat master. At that time, someone said that Hades was actually another S-level combat master who deleted his account and started over, because he wanted to learn necromancy in the Virtual Realm to use in reality. But you also know that West Continent doesn't actually have such a tradition in reality... So I kept thinking, since there's no such tradition, what would prompt an S-level combat master to abandon the level he worked so hard to achieve in 10 years, and then spend another 10 years to train a necromancer?"

Zong Cheng: "Are you saying that Hades was actually Storm Duke, hiding his identity in the Virtual Realm?"

"I didn't guess it was Storm Duke, but I felt that similar methods would definitely appear," Old Master looked at Zong Cheng: "How can you see the battlefield situation? As far as I know, puppets can't transmit messages to each other out of thin air, right?"

Zong Cheng said with a smile: "Of course puppets can't communicate with each other, but puppets can naturally communicate with the main body."

When City 10 was sealed off and searched for puppets, Zong Cheng's main body was in the Outer World, possessing a non-Time Traveler, who was the security guard who tipped off the Extreme Night organization during Qing Chen's last Trials of Life and Death.

Because it was the main body, the injector was useless to him: the main body is not considered mental pollution.

Now, Zong Cheng's main body has returned to the Inner World, sitting opposite Old Master without any scruples, and explained with a smile: "Don't think that killing me will solve anything. If I die, I will still transfer to other puppets."

After saying that, he looked up at the rafters. Qing Ji's son, Qing Wu, was sitting on it, staring at him expressionlessly.

At this moment, it started to snow heavily outside, and the temperature dropped sharply.

A Mute servant brought in a small red clay stove and placed it at their feet. Zong Cheng suddenly said bleakly: "You must be very worried about Qing Chen now, but in these six hundred years, no one has ever cared about me. You have families, but I don't. From the moment I was born, this world has been unfair to me. After I control the puppets, I occasionally use them to hide in the city and experience family affection, but I know that the fake is fake."

Old Master thought for a moment and said: "That's indeed very regrettable."

Zong Cheng smiled: "Old Master, the outcome will be decided soon. Let's wait here together... Another game?"

"Another game."

Qing Chen kept walking in the gray fog world. It seemed to have no end, with only gray fog and transparent walls.

The gray fog seemed boundless. He was like a lonely traveler, with no way home.

"Where is this..." Qing Chen wondered: "Is this my world of consciousness?"

He suddenly realized that the unyielding will of the Guardians' Union members was like a key, finally allowing him to see the source of the seal. The invisible wall was his seal and shackle.

Behind the invisible wall should be the spiritual will he wanted to smuggle out of the original world.

He stopped and vigorously punched the invisible wall. The entire gray fog world gradually echoed with deafening thuds.

But no matter how he tried, the invisible wall remained intact. Qing Chen sat down powerlessly against the invisible wall, looking at the boundless gray fog world in front of him.

He didn't know how to open the seal, and for a moment, he didn't even know how to leave this gray fog world, as if he was trapped.

However, at this moment, Qing Chen suddenly heard Little Seven's voice in his ear: "Try again!"

People who had been influenced by him were now influencing him back to the starting point.

Qing Chen was stunned, then slowly got up, faced the invisible wall, and began to punch again.

Even though it was useless, Qing Chen never gave up.

Outside the world of consciousness, Little Seven saw Qing Chen suddenly close his eyes, standing still and never moving again.

Even when the beast soldiers came to him, Qing Chen seemed completely unaware.

Little Seven realized something and shouted back: "Old Luo, take Boss away, he may be breaking the seal! Take him away, don't let him get hurt!"

Luo Wanya rushed over, carried Qing Chen on his back, and left. But he only retreated a short distance before handing Qing Chen to Hu Jingyi: "Carry your master and protect him! If we can't hold it, run. Run as far as you can!"

Saying that, Luo Wanya rushed back to the front line and joined the Guardians' Union members to resist the attack of the army of the dead.

The army of the dead was too fierce this time. It was like you finally beat the game, but before you could recover health, mana, or heal injuries, you immediately had to start the hell difficulty level, replaying what you had already beaten.

Guardians' Union members died one by one, and more than half of the Fire Pit men were lost. The army of the dead was like a mountain and a sea.

If viewed from the sky, this army of the dead stretched for ten kilometers. In front of them, the last line of defense was like an isolated island in the ocean.

Qin Yiyi dragged her black knife, slashing fiercely at everything. All the dead who encountered the blade immediately disintegrated.

Gacuo followed closely behind her. He looked at the heroic figure in front of him and suddenly remembered the first time he saw this stubborn girl in the Great Snow Mountain.

That day, they returned from hunting. Gacuo saw Qin Yiyi curled up in the snow and asked loudly from the car: "Why are you here?"

Ping Yiyi stared at him stubbornly, as if looking at a bad person in the wilderness, and didn't say anything.

That stubborn look was something he would never forget, like a flower that never fades on the holy mountain.

From that day on, Gacuo liked to follow Qin Yiyi. If Qin Yiyi wanted to go to Forbidden Zone No. 8, he would follow her to Forbidden Zone No. 8.

If Qin Yiyi wanted to go north to save Qing Chen, he would follow her to save Qing Chen. At this moment, a figure in a black robe emerged from the army of the dead. Even though his head had been cut off by Wang Xiaojiu, he accurately found Qin Yiyi on the front line and launched a surprise attack under the cover of the army of the dead!

"Be careful!" Gacuo shouted as he approached.

But the corpse of the old monster Fate Weaver came too fast. Gacuo roared and manifested his divine bull Dharma Image to collide with it. However, the corpse of the old monster Fate Weaver seemed to foresee everything, and only took a slight step back to avoid the divine bull Dharma Image.

The next moment, the corpse of the old monster Fate Weaver pounced again.

But it was precisely that moment of dodging that gave Gacuo a chance to come behind Qin Yiyi.

In an instant, the old monster's bony hand pierced into Gacuo's heart.

Gacuo burst out his last strength, grabbed the withered wrist with both hands, and pushed him into the army of the dead.

He wanted to look back to see if Qin Yiyi had looked back at him, but he didn't have the strength.

·.....

Chen Zhuoqu was currently at the front of the defense line. She looked down at the transparent silk thread on her wrist, which was the Marionette that Qing Chen had left on Ginkgo Mountain.

Qing Chen had said on his way to West Continent that all Knights would have a Forbidden Artifact as a gift. The Marionette was given to Chen Zhuoqu because she was the most likely person among the current Knights to maximize the Marionette's potential.

Chen Zhuoqu had never used the Marionette since she got it, after all, those beast soldiers didn't have names, and she couldn't control them at all.

But she suddenly thought that since the Marionette required sacrificing corpses, and the army of the dead in front of her was essentially made up of corpses, could the Marionette sacrifice them all?

Chen Zhuoqu tried to throw the Marionette out like a fishing line, and saw a dead beast soldier suddenly turn into smoke!

She exclaimed in surprise: "It worked!"

The army of the dead was very unsolvable. To eliminate their combat power, you had to break their hands and feet. Even Knight Demi-Gods had to put in some effort to deal with them.

Now with the Marionette, Chen Zhuoqu finally had the means to harvest the army of the dead!

The next moment, this Knight Demi-God rushed into the army of the dead, pouring Knight's Qi into the Marionette to make it stretch straight, sweeping across the battlefield.

The Marionette changed its host and returned to its original state.

However, the average strength of the objects that could be sacrificed on this battlefield was above A-Class.

The Marionette neighed excitedly. In just ten breaths, it grew five or six new branches, and in just ten minutes, it became a complete body with 18 branches existing simultaneously!

Patches of the army of the dead were violently sacrificed and harvested by Chen Zhuoqu. This Marionette was simply the nemesis of the army of the dead.

However, the reality was cruel. Chen Zhuoqu's Knight's Qi had already been exhausted on the A3 Frontline, and it was not enough to support her continuous infusion into the Marionette.

Once there was no Knight's Qi, the transparent silk thread would limply droop on the ground, and the killing range would be instantly reduced.

Chen Zhuoqu hesitated and returned to the camp before her Knight's Qi ran out.

She found a Guardians' Union member and said in a low voice: "I need someone now to pull the Marionette with me into the battlefield. Are you willing? But it's very dangerous."

The Guardians' Union member smiled and patted his chest: "I'm willing!"

After a brief discussion, she tied the other end of the Marionette to the other person's wrist and rushed back to the battlefield.

But the Guardians' Union member was already exhausted. After following her to harvest more than a hundred dead beast soldiers, he was attacked and fell.

Chen Zhuoqu retreated and thought. To make the harvesting more efficient, she chose to forcibly drain the last potential of the Guardians' Union members with the Marionette, so that the harvesting could last longer.

She said loudly: "I now need 18 people to tell me their names to be my puppets, but... you will die."

She wanted to control 18 puppets to harvest the battlefield, so that the transparent silk thread could be stretched straight between every two people, just like a harvester.

But these puppets didn't have her Demi-God strength, and they would definitely die if they entered the army of the dead.

The next moment, a Guardians' Union member asked: "We don't care if we die, we care what you can do with us?"

Chen Zhuoqu was silent for a moment and said: "I can guarantee that you, as one puppet, will exchange for at least two hundred beast soldiers!"

A Guardians' Union wounded said: "I'm injured, I'll go first, Ma Youjin!"

Another wounded said: "Anyway, one of my arms is broken, so let's just make use of waste, Chen Bokang!"

"Zhang Chao!" "Li Longfei!" "Song Zhe!"

"Count me in, Li You!"

"Brothers, take a look at the new world for us!"

Chen Zhuoqu looked at these wounded who volunteered, and only felt a little sore in her nose. She turned her head and controlled everyone into puppets, and turned to kill into the army of the dead.

In the past, Qing Chen controlled enemies to become puppets, but now, Guardians' Union members voluntarily became puppets.

For a time, Chen Zhuoqu led eighteen puppets to start a massacre, blocking one-fifth of the position alone!

She tried to divide her attention into eighteen parts, so that those controlled wounded would die slower, and nineteen people formed a huge knife array in the army of the dead.

However, the army of the dead was fierce, some avoided the edge of the Marionette and directly pounced on the puppets.

One by one, the puppets died. Chen Zhuoqu returned to the position again after harvesting thousands of the army of the dead. Before she could speak, hundreds of wounded supported each other and found her, without saying a word of nonsense: "Lang Hao!"

"Lin Zifan!" "Gao Linxiang!" "Chang Ping!"

"Let's go, brothers, take a look at the new world for us!"

Chen Zhuoqu, with red eyes, led the puppets back to the army of the dead. In the past, she was very alone, so alone that she was alone when running points on Whale Island and alone when challenging the cliff.

Eating alone, attending classes alone, cattle and sheep in groups, only the fierce tiger walks alone.

She always thought that she was a strong person who didn't need teammates, but at this moment she understood why Qing Chen wanted to develop the Guardians' Union and why he wanted more people to become Knights!

Because, this world needs more people to save it!-The giants were like tanks on the other side of the defense line. They covered the Guardians' Union members, interspersed in the gaps to solve the army of the dead.

In front of the army of the dead coming like a tide... "Illusion!"

(Not one step back!) "Wind!" (Not one step back!)Storm grabbed two dead beast soldiers, swinging his arms to block everything in front of him.

Little Seven and Luo Wanya were like the sharp points in the formation, constantly moving around with the Guardians' Union elites.

However, just as they had just killed a team of dead legions, an old Fate Weaver monster drilled out from the gap, stabbing straight at Little Seven's back.

Xiao Er flew up and wrestled with the corpse of the old Fate Weaver monster, but during the struggle, the old monster stabbed his abdomen with its palm.

Little Seven and Luo Wanya and others killed their way back, forcibly dismembering the old monster!

Little Seven brought Xiao Er back to the defense line, he roared hoarsely, "Quick, quickly apply Chicken Blood Bud to him... Quick, save him!"

Xiao Er slowly lay in Little Seven's arms and smiled: "With a penetrating wound, what's the use of Chicken Blood Bud, don't waste it... Actually, thinking about going to see Xiao San and Xiao Liu, it's not so scary."

After saying that, Xiao Er closed his eyes. The Guardians' Union members were a little dazed.

The dead legions were boundless, covering the sky and the sun, and could never be killed. Everyone was actually very clear that no matter how hard they tried, this war would definitely be lost.

"Brother Little Seven, do you want to try again?" Someone asked bitterly. Little Seven was stunned for a long time: "Boss said to hold on, there is still a glimmer of hope. Brothers, Boss really just said in person, let us hold on, there is still a glimmer of hope!"

In that instant, the dead legions tore open a gap from the position that Xiao Er had just defended.

Little Seven said loudly: "Golden Family, follow me, hold the defense line! Those below A-Class guard the inner circle, we die and you take over! The wounded go to Chen Zhuoqu's side to line up, let's all die here together today, and drink together in the underworld!"

At this moment, someone shouted loudly: "There are reinforcements!"

Luo Wanya wiped the sweat from his face, turned his head and looked, and saw dense crowds of people appearing on the mountain ridge again.

However, the next second everyone was stunned. This was not the glimmer of hope that he Qing Chen told them about, but despair!

On the mountain ridge, Guardians' Union members and beast soldiers rushed down the mountain together. This was not reinforcements at all, but the resurrected dead legions from the A3 front!

The Guardians' Union can't even deal with the dead legions on the A5 side now, let alone the others!

Even if Chen Zhuoqu developed a big move on the spot, this Knight Demi-God was covered in injuries and would soon be exhausted!

Everyone despaired.

People say that before the light comes, there is always a suffocatingly long night.

But this long night is too dark and too long, with no end in sight.

This made everyone begin to doubt whether that light would ever return? In the face of the vast camp of the dead legions, the Guardians' Union camp was small to the point of being insignificant.

On the position, someone began to cry loudly: "Why, why can't we ever kill them no matter how hard we try, why doesn't Leader wake up, why are there no more reinforcements?! Why!"

That cry was heartbreaking, the person crying wasn't really complaining about anything, just unwilling that everyone had put in so much effort, but still couldn't reach the end!

Seven thousand kilometers of road, clouds and moon, are we going to stop here?! This time, even Little Seven didn't know how to encourage those fighting side by side.

However, Luo Wanya suddenly opened his mouth, he pointed at the crying family member and said: "Your dad is a gambler, you used to be a petty thief in the third district of City 10, owing high-interest loans and having to hide everywhere, but when the Rat Tide came, you rushed to the defense line with a kitchen knife."

Speaking, Luo Wanya pointed at another person: "You, your dad beat your mom to death with domestic violence, you used to be lazy and gluttonous, but during the seven thousand kilometers of trekking, you have been helping others. Giving the food to the women and the sick first, reluctant to eat even a bite yourself."

Luo Wanya said loudly: "Me, Luo Wanya, used to be just a wanderer, it seems like I've been running away my whole life, but now I'm standing here fighting side by side with you. This world is not fair, we cannot choose what family we are born into, we cannot choose the fate of the first half of our lives, but we can choose when to change, and then choose how to die."

"Although failure will run through our lives, we can choose the posture of failure."

"I never believe that the long night is endless, because the torches are in our own hands."

The Guardians' Union members slowly stopped crying, they stubbornly wiped away the tears on their faces, and all calmed down.

Luo Wanya no longer hid behind the giants, but walked onto the defense line, came outside the defense line, and roared loudly: "Kill!"

This time they no longer hesitated, but were going to kill out so bravely and fearlessly!

Don't beg for a savior anymore. This is our own war..

It was at this time that it suddenly started to snow heavily.

Snowflakes fell under the Extreme Night's sky, complementing the ribbon-like aurora in the sky.

Xiao Wu looked at the heavy snow and was a little distracted: "It's so beautiful, it's a pity that Xiao Er and the others didn't see it. Watching an aurora and a snow before we die, it doesn't seem bad."

The dead legions had already rushed down the hillside, the new dead army mixed with beast soldiers and the corpses of Guardians' Union members and giants, those four thousand giants became real killers under the control of the Dead Man's Scepter.

In the despair and anger, an ancient whistle sounded in the distance.

Luo Wanya suddenly turned his head, but saw a black Steam Train galloping from the distant mountain ridge.

"This is..." "Boss Zheng!" "Boss Zheng is here!"

Little Seven wanted to cheer, but found that his throat was completely hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound at all, he could only make syllables in a very small voice.

He only felt his tears falling involuntarily, not because he was sad, but because he was happy!

This war had been fought for too long, so long that everyone felt like they had spent a hundred years in hell.

At this time, a beam of light re-entered hell, and it turned out that all the suffering had not been in vain.

The next moment, he saw that Steam Train actually "cut off" the constantly emerging dead legions along the mountain ridge!

In the beginning, this Steam Train could even penetrate the monstrous giant python in the south, so crushing some dead legions now was nothing.

The Steam Train's engine spat out thick black smoke, making a melodious wail!

He saw that the Steam Train traveled all the way through the battlefield, and finally stopped in front of the defense line. Before the Guardians' Union members could celebrate this great reunion, the door of the Steam Train opened, and Lu Yuan and a group of golden figures carried 120 iron doors off the train.

Luo Wanya asked strangely: "What is this for?" Little Seven, Xiao Wu and others were also stunned.

Before this, they knew that Boss Zheng had taken almost all of the True Sight Eyes, which meant that there were not many True Sight Eyes that could be used to open the Key Gate on the battlefield.

Without the Key Gate, the Guardians' Union's mobility would be greatly reduced. Otherwise, after the giants won on the A3 front, the A5 front could directly smash the Key Gate and bring them over.

But because there were no True Sight Eyes, everyone had to give up this support tactic.

However, everyone was a little curious about what Boss Zheng was going to use the True Sight Eyes for.

Now, 120 Key Gates are here. Time seemed to stop.

The noise of the world also seemed to disappear.

Everyone looked at the Key Gates one by one.

In an instant, Zhang Xiaoman, the heroic spirit of the Northwest Army, came to the door and roared: "Kill!".

On the vast battlefield, the sound of killing echoed.

One by one, golden figures rushed out from behind the door. Those heroic spirits were clearly organized, just like regular soldiers who were not disturbed in the chaotic battlefield.

"Who are these people...?" Luo Wanya was surprised and uncertain: "Their fighting is so organized, much better than our Guardians' Union. Look, each of their teams doesn't need communication equipment, they only need to pass instructions to each other."

No one knew that this Northwest Army had retired to the mountains after the final battle with Ling.

The world was at peace, but they still maintained the habit of drills, training, and parades, and even conducted military exercises in Forbidden Zone No. 001.

They spent a thousand years training themselves, just to wait for a war that was uncertain when, where, or whether they would be needed.

The average strength of these heroic spirits is B-Class, which depends on Ren Xiaosu's level. Before Ren Xiaosu became a god, they were only D-Class.

In terms of individual combat, they are naturally not a match for the beast soldiers, but the combat skills they showed were too fierce.

Five or six heroic spirits in a group could dismember a dead beast soldier when they encountered one.

At this time, golden figures appeared on the other side of the mountain ridge, Luo Wanya looked over and found that it was Chen Jiazhang and the Golden Corpse of the Lian Tribe.

After the Golden Corpse rushed down the mountain, Nangong Yuanyu, Qing Ling, and Li Cheng of the Masonic Lodge also arrived with the intelligence personnel who had fought their way out of the A02 base.

This was not the end. After Li Cheng and the others also rushed down, those Time Travelers who had once been sheltered on Whale Island all killed down under the leadership of Liu Dezhu, Nangeng Chen, Zhang Tianzhen, Li Tongyun, and Shinguji Maki!

Although Shinguji Maki's Shikigami were all sealed, she was also a real Knight Demi-God!

The dead legions poured into the battlefield continuously, and reinforcements also poured into the battlefield continuously!

No one was absent from this human catastrophe.

As Qing Chen had expected,

this world no longer needed someone to save it, but everyone was here, fighting desperately for that glimmer of hope.

This was the moment in human civilization that was most worthy of being written about.

At this time, the person controlling the dead legions also seemed to realize that something was wrong. If these constantly emerging heroic spirits were allowed to kill out, the dead legions would suffer heavy losses!

He saw those four thousand dead giants rushing up, quickly pressing up with the dead legions, and actually blocking the heroic spirits at the door of the Key Gates one by one.

No matter how many heroic spirits there were in the Northwest Army, it would be useless if they couldn't rush out. Zheng Yuandong put the Key Gates directly in front of the position in order to prevent the Guardians' Union from dying more, so that the heroic spirits of the Northwest Army could shield the Guardians' Union members behind them from the wind and rain.

But in this way, he was blocked by the dead legions.

Luo Wanya shouted loudly: "Boss Zheng, take the Key Gates away, go to a place far away from the battlefield, as long as the war can be won, we'll be fine!"

However, Zheng Yuandong just replied: "No need, the reinforcements are not just us." Luo Wanya was stunned. Yes, how could Boss Zheng make such a low-level mistake? There must be a backup plan... But where is the backup plan?

Whale Island Time Traveler, Lian Tribe, and Masonic Lodge were not enough to determine the battle for the entire battlefield.

They were also not enough to help the heroic spirits of the Northwest Army open a passage for the charge, so who was Zheng Boss waiting for?

"Quick, look at the sky! Qing Niu!" Xiao Wu shouted.

Everyone looked up, but saw Li Shutong flying from a distance, sitting sideways on Qing Niu, his sharp temperament like a crescent moon in the sky.

This Demi-God took a deep breath in the snowy night, the wind and snow rolled back like a dragon, as if even the gorgeous aurora and galaxy in the sky were about to be sucked into his mouth.

Breathing the world!

Have you not seen, the Yellow River's water comes from the sky! Rushing to the sea and never returning!

He saw a cloud of energy pouring down from the sky, like a river and a waterfall, carrying the sky of wind and snow like a knife.

The dense dead legions on the ground were washed by this cloud of energy during their charge, and all turned into white bones scattered on the ground.

This was not enough, Li Shutong actually took out a power bank and repeated the terrifying Tianhe just now!

Snowflakes washed over the mountains and rivers, opening a path for the heroic spirits of the Northwest Army to charge, the wind roared in the battlefield, like a high song of the sky!

Luo Wanya didn't know why his eyes were a little wet, he only felt that when you didn't want to give up, the world would definitely play for you.

The next moment, more and more heroic spirits of the Northwest Army rushed out of the Key Gate, just like they did a thousand years ago, stepping onto the battlefield to save the world again!

The boundless gold collided with the gray defeat of the King's Legion, but he saw that the gold was incomparably bright, incomparably brilliant, and radiant!

However, heroic spirits will also die. After receiving a fatal injury, they will turn into a golden light and fly to the northwest, returning to the Hall of Valor to recuperate.

Zhang Xiaoman, who was charging at the front, laughed loudly: "Take the first step!"

The Big Scammer swept across the battlefield like a tank. He was A-Class during his lifetime, but at this time, with the blessing of Ren Xiaosu's Hall of Valor, he had broken through the shackles of A-Class early: "I'll hold on for a while longer!"

During the battle, heroic spirits turned into streamers and left the battlefield, like the Leo meteor shower in the sky, weaving like a shuttle, dazzling to the extreme.

The heroic spirits charged and killed with smiles, and when they encountered living humans, they would say with a smile: "We can't die, we'll go first!"

Luo Wanya observed the situation and suddenly said: "How many Northwest heroic spirits are there?"

Zheng Yuandong said: "Everyone who should be there is here." Luo Wanya said: "That won't work, the number of dead legions is higher than them, the Northwest Army's heroic spirits will be exhausted sooner or later. Boss Zheng, we have to find a way to find Storm Duke. Only by finding the controller behind the dead legions can this war end."

Zheng Yuandong took out the black True Sight Eye in his hand and raised his hand to freeze thousands of miles: "Don't worry, someone has already gone to find him. These Northwest Army are not here to save the world for us, but to help us delay time."

Luo Wanya was stunned. He immediately recalled what happened on the battlefield, recalling who was still absent from this battle. The person who was absent must be on the way to find Storm Duke at this time.

......

There was snow on the mountain road, and when the snow covered the Black Mountain, it was like a young man with white hair.

A middle-aged man and a young man were braving the heavy snow, following behind a pure golden pangolin. This pangolin was the Gold-Seeking Beast in the hands of the Tribunal, specializing in finding Forbidden Artifacts to eat.

And along the way, the cute and adorable Gold-Seeking Beast was leading the two to the top of the mountain, where hundreds of Forbidden Artifacts had appeared, and the smell of Forbidden Artifacts made the Gold-Seeking Beast drool.

"Mister Yunjing, can we really find the enemy?" Zhang Mengqian asked. Li Yunjing calmly replied: "The Old Master on Ginkgo Mountain said we can, so we definitely can."

"Do you trust him?" Zhang Mengqian asked curiously.

"Li Yunshou and Old Master Li Xiurui both trust him, so I also trust him," Li Yunjing replied.

It was at this time that the two encountered 12 A-Class Fate Weavers who were going down the mountain to the battlefield.

The two sides stood still hundreds of meters away on the mountain road. Li Yunjing, who was also A-Class, suddenly rolled up the sleeves of his linen clothes: "You go kill the main culprit, leave these people to me."

Zhang Mengqian knew that Mister Yunjing was serious. The last time the other party rolled up his sleeves was to snatch the tripe from the hot pot with him. Other than that, there was nothing else worthy of the other party's treatment.

Zhang Mengqian tightened the white cloth strip covering his eyes and walked through the Fate Weavers as if no one was there, walking up the mountain road: "Excuse me."

After saying that, the Fate Weavers really opened a path. They knew that this young man could not be defeated.

Li Yunjing looked at Zhang Mengqian's back, recalling when he first saw this young man, he only felt that the other party was a little embarrassed, a little indifferent, and a little pitiful.

Now he has the demeanor of a grandmaster.

Zhang Mengqian ignored the sky-shattering sounds of killing behind him, but followed the Gold-Seeking Beast to the top of the mountain, "looking' at Storm Duke holding the tall scepter.

Storm Duke no longer paid attention to the battlefield, but turned to look at Zhang Mengqian, and said stiffly in Chinese: "Admirable courage."

But Storm Duke took a closer look.

Zhang Mengqian stood on the top of the mountain, as if he was in harmony with the world. He was the world, and the world was him.

Even if time passes, years change, mountains and seas change, only the young man remains the same.

Storm Duke narrowed his eyes slightly. He suddenly felt that this might be the most difficult opponent he had ever encountered. The young man was clearly blind, but he had a feeling that he had been seen through.

Before the final battle, he thought that he would meet Qing Chen, meet Li Shutong, and meet the siege.

But he never thought that this final battle would be with an unknown blind young man.

But when the other party appeared in front of him, Storm Duke subconsciously felt that it was reasonable.

"Okay, I'm in a hurry," Zhang Mengqian said with a smile, and then attacked Storm Duke.Storm Duke felt that something was off as soon as they exchanged blows, because he had the upper hand in predicting Zhang Mengqian's moves, while Zhang Mengqian had a sixth sense bestowed by heaven, as if integrated into the world's will.

Every time Storm Duke attacked, Zhang Mengqian could also sense it in advance.

This was different from Li Ke using the Replicated Backpack to gain the upper hand, because Li Ke was borrowing, while Zhang Mengqian's was his own.

In just a dozen breaths, Storm Duke faintly realized that this young man's ability to predict his moves seemed to be a bit faster than his own!

How was this possible? Fate Weaver was supposed to be the epitome of predicting the enemy's moves!

Unlike other Knights' aggressive and fierce styles, Zhang Mengqian's attacks were more like gentle breezes and fine rain, like a wisp of green smoke in the sky. You see it there, but as soon as you reach out, it dodges away.

Storm Duke only felt as if he was accompanied by two gentle breezes, his heart illuminated by the bright moon.

He sneered and attacked like thunder.

With two loud booms, Storm Duke actually struck Zhang Mengqian's left and right shoulders with a punch and a kick, almost knocking the young Knight off the cliff.

Fate Weaver knew better how to restrain Fate Weaver. When your attack is so fast that the opponent can't dodge even if they see it, that's enough.

The bloodline born from a female giant and a Fate Weaver Demi-God made Storm Duke exceptionally talented. He possessed the physical advantages of the giant race, and his physical strength after becoming a Demi-God was even better than that of a Knight.

It had to be said that the Fate Weaver family's predictions were correct. Giants and new humans, like evolved species, were a more certain future.

Zhang Mengqian rolled a few times on the ground and stood up, not discouraged. "So you were hiding your strength. No wonder you're so fearless. Let's go again."

What he didn't know was that giants all had racial talents, and Storm Duke was no exception.

His racial talent was even simpler and purer, just making his body stronger.

This trump card was originally reserved for Qing Chen, but he didn't expect to be forced out by Zhang Mengqian.

Even with Zhang Mengqian and Shadow attacking from both sides, Storm Duke was still able to handle it with ease.

This was because the slight advantage in predicting moves was not enough to make up for the difference in speed and strength between them.

The two sides moved as fast as lightning on the mountaintop, and the sound of thunder could be heard from time to time. The mountains shook, and the sky shattered.

The true pinnacle battle between Demi-Gods was unfolding in this unnoticed corner.

It was just that every time thunder rumbled, Zhang Mengqian would suffer heavy damage.

Li Yunjing, who was at the foot of the mountain, was putting down his sleeves. He looked up at the changing situation on the mountaintop. The corpses of Fate Weavers were lying all around him. This mountain range had actually been beaten into a collapse.

No one knew what kind of realm Li Yunjing had erupted into at this last moment. Later generations could only guess by looking at the battlefield that on this day, the Li Clan's Banished Immortal had ascended to the Demi-God realm, able to pluck stars with a hand and cause land to sink with a palm.

Li Yunjing silently watched the battlefield, but had no intention of helping Zhang Mengqian.

Only he knew best that the transformation of a grandmaster required a bloody battle. At this moment, a woman walked up from the foot of the mountain. Li Yunjing turned his head to look and saw that it was Ling.

Ling smiled and nodded to Li Yunjing, continuing to walk upwards.

Storm Duke suppressed Zhang Mengqian's offensive while sneering, "Overestimating yourself."

But the Knight youth did not respond. He was just constantly feeling the world in battle. The world's will was like warm seawater, washing over his body.

It seemed as if he knew the texture of the earth. It seemed as if he understood the mood of this world. His eyes were dark, but his heart was bright.

From the slums to Knight Demi-God, he had retreated, made choices, given up, and persisted.

If this was to be a story that later generations would talk about with relish, then what kind of ending would be worthy of the courage he had when he dug out his eyes?

Breathe.

The flame patterns on Zhang Mengqian's cheeks suddenly bloomed at this moment. The next moment, Storm Duke was surprised to find that his confident punch had not hit Zhang Mengqian.

His pupils suddenly contracted!

The Knight youth's speed was actually even faster!

Zhang Mengqian said softly, "I have walked the longest path of all shortcuts in the world."

Storm Duke flashed in front of him, a punch of thunder arrived, Zhang Mengqian actually caught it with his left hand, and then used the force to fly back.

The young Knight's figure fluttered in the air, and he pulled a strand of hair from behind his ear and blew it hard.

The black hair was like needles, sealing off all of Storm Duke's escape routes.

With a loud bang, even the cliff where Storm Duke was standing was cut away by these Autumn Leaf Blades!

Huge rocks fell downwards, and Storm Duke endured the pain and leaped up, landing in a safe place.

The black robe was shattered, and black hair wrapped in Knight True Qi pierced through more than a dozen places in his body!

If Storm Duke hadn't avoided the vital points, his heart would have been pierced!

Storm Duke looked down at the wounds on his body, sneered, and killed Zhang Mengqian, no longer giving Zhang Mengqian a chance to shoot Autumn Leaf Blades.

But just as he punched, he found that Zhang Mengqian was flying back.

In an instant, countless golden meteors flew from the distant battlefield, flew over the mountaintop, and went straight to the Northwest Hall of Valor.

These golden meteors lit up the Extreme Night, and countless Shadows were illuminated in front of Zhang Mengqian.

Zhang Mengqian took a deep breath.

I have walked the longest path of all shortcuts in the world!

In a flash, while retreating to avoid Storm Duke's attack, he pulled a pair of scissors from his sleeve and cut off two of his Shadows from the void.

When Storm Duke came to him, two Shadows formed a triangular formation with Zhang Mengqian, attacking this terrifying giant descendant from all sides!

The sudden appearance of two Shadows caused Storm Duke's ability to predict moves to suddenly become chaotic. Zhang Mengqian did not retreat but advanced, attacking at the same time with the two Shadows as one!

Storm Duke wanted to use the Forbidden Artifact to withdraw from the three-in-one encirclement. The Forbidden Artifact that King used to swap glances and teleport away was on him, but the Knight youth in front of him was blind, and his last life-saving method was useless!

No one thought that Ginkgo Mountain would choose Zhang Mengqian to complete the final decapitation!

No one thought that Ginkgo Mountain would choose to leave Silhouette to Zhang Mengqian as the final killer move!

Everyone only saw the chessboard of heaven and earth, but they did not see the old man's painstaking efforts of sitting alone for more than ten years.

The old man on Ginkgo Mountain seemed to be able to find the most correct choice in the chaotic fate without using the chessboard of heaven and earth.

With a loud bang, two Shadows struck Storm Duke's back at the same time, and Zhang Mengqian, holding Silhouette, pierced Storm Duke's neck with the sharp scissors!

Blood gurgled out, Storm Duke kicked Zhang Mengqian away and slowly retreated, but he became weaker and weaker as he retreated, and finally staggered and sat on the cliff.

Behind him was the Staff of the Dead stuck on the cliff, and the front of his clothes was stained red with blood.

Storm Duke pressed the wound on his neck and still wanted to rise up and kill, dragging Zhang Mengqian on the road with him before he died, but Ling slowly walked over from afar.

Ling walked to Storm Duke's side and sat down, holding Storm Duke in her arms and singing a ballad softly.

That was Storm Duke's favorite song when he was a child. "Sit for a while longer, wait for the stars to surround you." "Let the flowers bloom, no need to wait for the result."

"I want to sleep peacefully, find a quiet and deserted place."

The violence on Storm Duke's face gradually disappeared. He just lay quietly in Ling's arms and said softly, "Mom..."

Ling hummed softly.

A smile appeared on the corner of Storm Duke's mouth, and he closed his eyes.

The Gold-Seeking Beast, which had been drooling for a long time, hurried to the Staff of the Dead after Storm Duke died and bit down on it like it was gnawing on a baguette.

The green flames in the skeleton's eyes disappeared instantly, and the aurora in the sky also dissipated.

Zhang Mengqian got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned to walk down the mountain. He looked at the meteors still flying overhead and suddenly stopped, "So beautiful."

It was as if he saw a more beautiful painting that his eyes could not see. On Ginkgo Mountain.

Zong Cheng's arm, which was about to make a move, suddenly stopped, and the snow outside also stopped. He suddenly sighed.

Old Master stared at the chessboard with a fixed gaze, "I won again." It was like a double entendre, referring to the game and the battlefield.

At this time, the black pieces on the chessboard were in a precarious situation, but all that was just to lure the enemy in deep. On the other side of the chessboard, killing intent had long been brewing.

Zong Cheng smiled, "Multi-line operations, each line twisted into a rope at the last moment, it's admirable. I'm very curious, what would happen if Zhang Mengqian couldn't kill Storm Duke?"

Old Master shook his head, "How could he not kill him? That Silhouette has already opened the second-order containment form, Zhang Mengqian hasn't even used it yet, and the battle is over."

Zong Cheng was thoughtful. He didn't ask what the second-order form of Silhouette was, but was more concerned about another thing, "Is Ling a move of yours? I thought Storm Duke actually had a backup plan to bring Zhang Mengqian into hell with him, but he gave up."

Old Master shook his head again, "I use everything, but I never use family affection. Ling wanted to go herself, it has nothing to do with me."

Zong Cheng was disappointed, "So beings like Storm Duke and Ling also need family affection."

Old Master asked, "What are you still doing here?"

Zong Cheng got up and straightened his wrinkled clothes, smiling and said, "It's indeed time for me to appear. I didn't think I would lose, but at this moment I'm a little uncertain. Perhaps you want me to witness the demise of West Continent in order to destroy my confidence."

"From the moment you felt Qing Chen's threat, you have already lost confidence," Old Master put all the chess pieces into the chess box, "You are a bit cute with your true nature, not like the Zong Cheng original body who was killed by Li Shentan a thousand years ago. At least I don't completely loathe you. Go, you have no way out."

"Old Master, I won't lose." "Not necessarily."

Zong Cheng smiled and turned to go down the mountain. As Old Master said, with the giants' telepathy and the Forbidden Artifact injectors, he could only wait for death if he didn't act. Today's opportunity was fleeting.

Outside the A5 battlefield, twelve old Chen Family painters walked onto the mountain ridge, silently looking at the war-torn battlefield.

Behind them, there were thousands of porters carrying painting axes, waiting in silence.

The Chen Family painters watched as the legions of the dead turned into ashes one by one, eventually becoming a handful of loess on the ground. Their bodies sloped to the ground like quicksand. The giants: "Wow!"

A cheer erupted in the battlefield. They knew that someone must have completed the decapitation of Storm Duke, so that the war finally ended.

Finally over, everyone slumped on the ground, enjoying the aftermath of the disaster while cheering weakly.

The Chen Family painters standing on the mountain ridge smiled, "I really want to let you be happy for a while longer, but it won't work... Sorry, I'm going to win this time."

As soon as the words fell, twelve old Chen Family painters came to the porters and twisted the painting axes they were carrying one by one.

There was nothing else in these paintings, only the two gods of water and fire, Zhurong and Gonggong.

The red hair of the fire god Zhurong soared into the sky, his beard like fire, and the eyes of the water god Gonggong were ice blue, with blue water flowing around his ankles.

Twelve thousand gods and Buddhas flew into the sky and flew directly above the battlefield. Gods and Buddhas all over the sky!

The gods and Buddhas all over the sky that Chen Yu once longed for reappeared in the hands of Puppeteer.

Hundreds of years ago, Chen Black Tortoise summoned one thousand three hundred gods and Buddhas with his own strength, and became a god in one battle.

And today, Puppeteer is using twelve thousand gods and Buddhas to complete the rule of this world.

Little Seven was enjoying the aftermath of the disaster, and when he looked up and saw the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, his whole body was not well: "Is this endless? Huh? I'm just asking you if this is endless!"

The most cruel thing about this war is that every time everyone thinks they see hope, someone will pour cold water on them and extinguish the hope again! It's just too much!

Luo Wanya stood up and roared, "I don't believe the long night is endless, the torches."

Little Seven interrupted, "Torch your head, brother, look at what's in the sky, still fire fire fire fire! See those six thousand fire gods Zhurong, the torch is not in our hands, it's on their heads!"

Xiao Wu: "＿ It does look like a torch."

Chen Zhuoqu looked up wearily, "There are also two hundred that are very different from the others, there is a Demi-God among these Chen Family painters."

Luo Wanya coughed twice: "Then what do you say we should do?"

Little Seven stood up wearily from the ground, laughing freely, "Don't care who has the torch, and don't care if we can win, what if we die on this battlefield today, isn't it just death!"

Today, everyone has seen too much life and death, and they are already numb.

But behind this numbness is not fear, nor regret, but the courage to not regret even dying nine times!

Little Seven said in a hoarse voice, "Stand up, even if we die, we will die standing up!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone on the battlefield stood up, looking at the gods and Buddhas in the sky with firm eyes.

Wang Xiaojiu stood on the pile of corpses and sand, raising the huge guillotine towards the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

"Kill!"

However, at this moment, a fleet flew from afar, colliding with the gods and Buddhas in the sky without hesitation, a twin-tailed girl guarded the Airship, shuttling back and forth!

That was Yang Yang, and the Qing Kun and Qing Yi fleets that came from the direction of Sword Gate Pass!

The gods and Buddhas in the sky shot down Airship after Airship, but this fleet never retreated.

For a time, they briefly resisted the footsteps of the gods and Buddhas in the sky!

At the same time, in Chen Yu's mansion in City 7, Shendai Yunluo was standing in the courtyard admiring the flowers. He couldn't see anything anymore, but he gently touched the newly opened plum blossoms with his fingers.

This noble son, dressed in white hunting clothes, smiled: "Everyone says that the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, but in fact the plum blossoms are not fragrant because of the bitter cold, they are so fragrant by nature."

Behind him, an ancient clock was striking the hour.

In the sound of "Dong ! Dong! Dong!", a Shadow Gate opened, and Qing Ji walked out and asked, "Is it ready?"

"It's ready, let's go," Shendai Yunluo took the lead to walk into the Shadow Gate, and came to the battlefield in one step.

The next moment, Dodomeki, who had already returned to Spiritual Bridge, flew out again, knowing that she had only been recuperating for three days at this time, and should not have appeared!

Previously, Zong Cheng told Old Master that Qing Ji went to steal things halfway through the first game of chess. In fact, Qing Ji took Shendai Yunluo to this clock, only because the flow of time would be accelerated tenfold next to this clock Forbidden Artifact!

Puppeteer Zong Cheng used it to draw more paintings, and Shendai Yunluo used it to summon Dodomeki again four days earlier!

If Restorative Shroud is a natural fit for Chen Family painters, perhaps this clock is the most suitable artifact for Yin-Yang Masters, allowing them to shorten the gap after losing their Shikigami from seven days to half a day!

Shendai Yunluo put his hands in his sleeves, and all the Shikigami came out: "How can I be missing in such a lively event?"

His white figure was particularly conspicuous in the gray battlefield, independent of the world.

At this time, dozens of gods and Buddhas besieged Yang Yang, burning the girl's hair. Just as the gods and Buddhas were about to strangle the girl on the spot, Dodomeki, who was small in figure, had disappeared in place.

When she reappeared, she was already standing in front of Yang Yang!

The two blood eyes between Dodomeki's eyebrows suddenly opened, the eyes of Silver Duke in his palm opened, and the eyes of the old Fate Weaver king on the back of his hand also opened!

Ten Directions World!

The world roared, and an invisible force shattered everything. Over two hundred gods and Buddhas vanished like smoke!

Dodomeki smiled, turned, and pushed Yang Yang, sending her into a spatial rift. Yang Yang disappeared within the rift and reappeared beside Qing Chen.

This spatial power was as unpredictable as ghosts and deities.

In a flash, Dodomeki turned again to meet the attack, battling the myriad gods. For a time, those gods and Buddhas could do little against her.

However, more than two hundred Demi-God-level gods and Buddhas quietly surrounded her, chanting Sanskrit from unknown places, burning the entire sky with their light.

They intended to seal off the sky, restricting Dodomeki's movements!

Though Dodomeki fought fiercely, she couldn't break through the Demi-God's restraints to contend with over two hundred Demi-God gods and Buddhas. Eventually, she succumbed to the pressure.

Qing Ji said, "She's about to fall."

"It doesn't matter," Shendai Yunluo said softly. "Defeat is expected. I never intended to win from the start."

"Oh?" Qing Ji looked at him.

Shendai Yunluo smiled, "I only wanted to buy Qing Chen some more time... Qing Chen, come back. The world needs more than just us; it needs you too!"

His voice drifted far away, reaching Qing Chen's ears on Hu Jingyi's back.

Within the gray fog world, Qing Chen was still punching the invisible wall, again and again.

He didn't know how long he had been punching, nor how much longer he would need to, but as long as the seal remained unbroken, he would continue!

Then, he heard someone shout in the gray fog world, "Qing Chen, come back. The world needs more than just us; it needs you too!"

He heard Luo Wanya shout, "I don't believe the long night is endless, because the torches are in our hands."

He heard shouts of battle, calls, and curses. He heard the world's clamor and expectations.

Qing Chen furiously pounded the invisible wall, feeling that he was only a little bit away, yet not knowing what he was missing!

What did he want from the memories sealed within, the sealed power, or something else?

What did he desire most from the seven hours of stories Yi told him?

It was those people he should have remembered but had forgotten! Qing Chen suddenly retreated and roared as he charged headfirst into the invisible wall. With a crash, it seemed as if glass shattered amidst the thunder.

With a crack, Qing Chen saw a fissure appear in the invisible wall. The sound was like the disintegration of a glacier that hadn't melted in billions of years!

Instantly, the gray fog from all over the world rushed towards the fissure, which grew larger and larger, until it spanned the heavens and the earth!

As the gray fog dispersed, Qing Chen saw a towering palace behind the invisible wall, reaching into the clouds!

He stepped forward and slammed into the invisible wall, finally shattering it completely with a bang.

The next moment, the towering palace also crumbled, and the endless palace transformed into brilliant flying birds that plunged into Qing Chen's body!

Memories began to flood in!...

Laojun Mountain.

Wrench and Hawthorn pushed open the gates, blocking the students from harm in the firelight! No regrets in this life, take care!

--On Qingshan Cliff.

At the edge of the sky, a beam of light suddenly broke through the clouds and mountains. Then, red light rapidly spread.

Finally, gold.

The layers of morning sun color, viewed from afar, were a sea of gold. The tide was inverted, pouring down upon the earth.

The old man said, "It took me a lifetime to understand one thing."

Qing Chen asked, "What thing?"

The old man looked at the morning sun and smiled, "The wind that rushes through youth is more precious than gold."

Having said that, the old man looked from the mountaintop to the giant tree and saw a colorful Vermillion Bird circling and spreading its wings above the canopy, a magnificent sight.

Then he laughed heartily, his voice drifting from the mountaintop: "If I were granted youth again, I'd trade an ounce of gold for an ounce of wind!"

His laughter was like a dream, with some regret, some letting go, some stubbornness, and some detachment.

-A02 Base.

At night, Qing Chen stopped building the stone wall and suddenly stood at the edge of the pigpen, asking softly, "What are your names?"

"Zhao Mingke."

"Wang Yuchao."

Zhao Mingke suddenly said, "Officer, do you know the meaning of the phrase "Success doesn't have to be achieved by me'?"

Qing Chen shook his head: "Not entirely."

Zhao Mingke took a deep breath and said, "It not only tells us soldiers not to fear sacrifice, but also tells commanders not to be softhearted. For a certain goal, sacrifice and bloodshed are inevitable. If you fear sacrifice and bloodshed, then the victory you achieve will surely be a false victory."

In the northern city at midnight,

Shendai conducted a full-scale search for Guardians' Union members.

Xiao Liu was dragged behind a car, shouting, "...Take a look at the new world for me!"

Outside Forbidden Zone 002,

Qing Zhun, a god for a quarter of an hour in the human world, gently wiped away the tears from Qing Chen's eyes.

He examined him for a moment, gently hugged his younger brother, and then let go.

"Xiao Chen, the road I can walk with you ends here."

"Run, at a speed that even despair cannot catch up to. Kill all the enemies and stand on my shoulders to see the world that should have been yours."

Amidst the Rat Tide in City 10,

After the Kunlun members blocked the door to the rooftop with sofas, everyone crowded onto the sofas. Dianfu, because he was late, didn't get a seat and had to sit on the armrest, which was a bit uncomfortable.

Everyone sat quietly, gazing at the distant night sky. Behind them, the rats slammed against the door with a thunderous sound, but the sofas held firm and couldn't be breached.

"Do you think Zheng Boss and Lu Yuan will miss us after we're gone?"

"Of course they will. Lu Yuan always made me wash his socks every day, I'm about to throw up. Do you think that counts as bullying within the organization? Can I report him?"

"Why didn't you say so earlier? If you had told Zheng Boss sooner, Boss would have beaten him up long ago."

"Should I live a little longer then? Or should we get up and defend for a while longer? I want to hold on until the return to report Lu Yuan."

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The laughter echoed on the rooftop, lingering for a long time.

Gradually, everyone quieted down. In recent days, their minds had been filled with each other's shouts, "The rats are coming, the rats are coming again," over and over, until their ears were calloused.

Boring.

Then, Dianfu said, "Brothers, the time is almost up... I'm so lucky to have gone on this journey with you all. In the next life, let's be brothers again."

"So lucky."

"So lucky!"

-Outside Silver City.

"The hour has arrived."

He Jinqiu in the clouds looked up at the sky above.

He saw the vast Milky Way suspended in the darkness, saw the starry sky within reach.

Vast, magnificent, silent.

No one expected that amidst this fierce battlefield, this lone sword immortal would suddenly gaze at the brilliant stars and become lost in thought.

In fact, he had been able to fly on his sword for two months, but he had never looked at this refreshing scenery in the sky.

Until now, he realized what he had missed in his life.

"Truly beautiful," He Jinqiu exclaimed, a tear flowing from the corner of his eye. Not sentimental, not heroic.

He only admired how vast the world was, and how narrow life was.

At that moment, the black hair on his head turned white, his head turning white in an instant!

He Jinqiu smiled and lamented, "Flowers may bloom again, but youth never returns..." His life had been full of stumbles.

He had been right, he had been wrong. He had cried, he had laughed. He had restrained himself, he had indulged himself.

But looking back, he had taken so many wrong turns.

On that road, there were fierce tigers in the morning and long serpents in the evening, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, killing like hemp.

But it didn't matter. It didn't matter.

Then, He Jinqiu suddenly fell, driving nineteen flying swords around his body. The flying swords became faster and faster, until it was impossible to distinguish which was the sword and which was the person.

After becoming a Demi-God, the heart sword became exceptionally brilliant.

It was as if a shooting star fell from the sky, drawing a straight, dazzling line, piercing through the clouds at unimaginable speed and heading straight for the Air Fortress. One second later.

That unique ray of light in the human world pierced in from above the Silver and out from the bottom!

It's hard to walk the road, return, go!

--In Ban Shan Mountain Estate.

Li Yunshou helped his father back to Baopu Building. Li Xiurui said, "You can treat what he said tonight as bullshit. When your grandfather made me the head of the family, he said that the responsibility of the head of the family was great and that it had to be me. Later, I always wondered what kind of bullshit had to be me, it was just a lie to trick me... Shou, although I don't know what you saw, and I don't know what he wants you to do. But your path, you can actually choose yourself."

Li Yunshou smiled: "No need to bother, Father, I am very satisfied with my ending."

...

In the parking lot of the Royal Capital,

Xiao San's nose suddenly twinged as he looked at Xiao Jin: "I'm sorry!"

Then, he took out a pistol from his waist, hugged Xiao Jin's head, and pulled the trigger at Xiao Jin's head.

With a bang, Xiao Jin died without struggling.

"Those who are alive, take a look at the new world for me," Xiao San took a deep breath, pointed the gun at his chin, pulled the trigger again, and collapsed in the dim parking lot.

This was no longer just Qing Chen's memory, but also the spiritual resonance he had forcibly plundered from the will of the world when he smuggled out of the Inner World!

Qing Chen lowered his head in this world of consciousness.

Only at this moment did he finally completely understand what Li Shutong had said.

But you must understand, my friend, we cannot use gentleness to face darkness, we must use fire!

Qing Chen opened his eyes and said softly, "I'm back."

Little Seven was stunned, Luo Wanya was stunned, they almost thought they had misheard!

These thousands of people fell silent because of this sentence, and then they burst into excitement!

The next moment, Qing Chen simply looked up, and the long night dissipated. The sky seemed to have been forcibly torn open, and the sunlight shone unbridled on the battlefield!

Not only on the battlefield, but the whole world was as bright as daybreak. The residents of City 10, City 22, the Royal Capital... all walked out of their homes, staring blankly at the sky.

They saw the stars still hanging in the sky, saw that the oceans had not yet dried up. No one knew that all of this was because someone had awakened.

Qing Chen said softly to everyone, "Thank you, you have done your part, now it's my turn."

If this long night won't pass on its own, then I will personally tear it open.

Zong Cheng stood on the mountain ridge, watching the sunlight pouring down, and only sighed softly: "It's over, I was still one step too slow. The world is so unfair, I prepared for so long, but I can only become a foil when you wake up." In his words,

The God Cut had reappeared in the world.

But this time, the God Cut was completely different from before. It was as if a new world was born, with the sun shining everywhere.

Qing Chen transformed into thousands of rays of light, and that dazzling God Cut cleaved the heavens and the earth.

The starlight above the sky shifted, as if the moon rose and set countless times, a thousand years in a second.

Those countless gods and Buddhas rushed to kill, but could only turn into brilliant fireworks in the air, not one of them was spared.

The Puppeteer's carefully prepared hundred years were all turned into fleeting clouds. The moment Qing Chen became a true god, all things came into existence and perished.

When the dazzling rays of light passed through, the Fire God Zhurong, the Water God Gonggong, the twelve Chen Family painters, and the thousands of laborers all ceased to exist.

It was as if a moment had passed, and as if a thousand years had passed.

Qing Chen emerged from the God Cut state and slowly landed on the ground. He embraced Yang Yang, then turned to look at this devastated human world.

In an instant, green grass sprang up on the battlefield, and small flowers bloomed in the mountains. Everyone smiled.

Luo Wanya said from the side, "Boss, say a few words, this is the resting place of our comrades, they can hear what you say."

Qing Chen was silent for a moment:

If winter always passes, if spring always arrives, then I wish for everyone in this world to find a good companion, a place to call home, to have dumplings on the winter solstice, zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival, and mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

But if we can no longer meet, then I wish for a world where weapons are stored away and horses are left to graze in peace.

I wish for children to fly kites in the park, for the elderly to practice their swordplay.

I wish for you to have soy milk and fried dough sticks just downstairs, for you to endure decades of wind and rain, and to return still as youthful as ever.

It's not the end.

But for me, or according to my previous habits, the main text ends here.

This time, I will use the form of an epilogue to unravel the lines of He Jinqiu, Zard, and Qing Zhun, and also write out the small stories of why the Forbidden Sea cannot challenge the Trials of Life and Death, and Shendai Yunluo founding the Cultivation Academy.

But these, I should wait a few days to rest, and then update the epilogue for free, and then write the completion thoughts, or not write the completion thoughts.

In short, the main story of the Naming of the Night, serialized for a year and a half, comes to an end here, see you in a few days.