Eastern Sea City, Haiwan District.
The lights were dim and gloomy.
The living room was silent.
There was a stack of papers on the coffee table.
"Wang Ao's eldest son Chu Luo's death notice!”
"Wang Ao's second son Xuan's death notice!”
"Wang Ao's third son, Chu Jun's death notice!”
"Wang Ao's grandson, Chu Xiaoxiao, has died!”
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A total of ten.
Wang Ao sat on the sofa in silence for a long time.
In front of him stood five burly men in military uniforms.
Their eyes were all on Wang Ao.
This hundred-year-old man!
She was wearing a vintage long robe!
His white hair draped over his shoulders!
His face was sharp and weathered like a knife!
Now, he looked even older!
"Old Master, I'm…sorry for your loss!"
Zhang Ye, who was standing at the front, wanted to comfort him, but at this moment, any words that reached his mouth seemed powerless.
Before he came, he didn't know that today was Wang Ao's 100th birthday!
With his outstanding contributions, he should have had many children and grandchildren and enjoyed the joy of family.
But now, he had received ten death notifications!
His three sons and seven grandsons and granddaughters had all died in battle for the human race.
This result was too cruel to the old master!
He regretted coming today!
"You guys go ahead and do your work. Don't worry about me!”
Wang Ao's tone was indifferent. Seeing that the others were silent, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Ye and the others. He paused for half a second and said,""Being born in this era, we have no other choice!”
It had been a hundred years since Wang Ao had transmigrated to this world where demons had revived and thousands of races had invaded.
This was a world parallel to Earth, but it was thousands of times more dangerous!
Unknowingly, countless catacombs had appeared here. Powerful fiendish demons and races had invaded this world through the catacombs 'passageways.
In the beginning, they were just some creatures with low intelligence. Humans could barely resist them with the help of firearms and technology.
But then, an even more terrifying beast tide erupted. Countless powerful demons rushed out of the catacombs, and the shadows of the powerhouses of the myriad races gradually walked out from behind.
They had the power to burn mountains and boil seas, move mountains and move mountains. In front of them, the technological power of the human race could not withstand a single blow. As a result, human cities were washed with blood one after another, and human beings were reduced to blood food, experiencing the suffering of hell on earth.
A wife losing her husband, a son losing his parents!
He lived in despair every day and struggled with difficulty.
In the eyes of the myriad races and fiendish demons, humans had already become food.
However, in these difficult times, the human race was unprecedentedly united. Millions and tens of millions of people rushed forward, paying the price of their lives to resist external humiliation and save the fate of extinction.
This kind of sacrifice and unity won a chance for the human race!
After experiencing the struggle of blood and tears, the human race gradually studied the myriad races and discovered the mysteries of spiritual energy. They explored the ancient cultivation path of excavating the body and cultivating awakening.
The invasion of demons and the myriad races brought disaster and mysterious spiritual energy. Humans could hunt demons to obtain the power of demons and the spiritual energy that surged out of the Catacombs to cultivate. They could also explore the cultivation method in the long and bloody night and master the terrifying physical body of demons and the power comparable to the elites of the myriad races.
And build layers of defense lines!
Men and women, old and young, were fighting on the line.
Generation after generation!
Bones piled up on the city walls, forcefully resisting.
Looking back on his life!
He entered the battlefield at the age of 20.
sixty years of war.
Thousands of bloody battles.
Every moment, he wandered between life and death.
He had felt the pain of his lover dying in front of him.
He had also experienced the sadness of his brothers who had been killed one after another.
Blood battles until the blood and qi are exhausted.
Only then did he leave the battlefield.
Then, he would personally watch his son, granddaughter, and grandson enter the battlefield and walk his own path.
But now, the ten death notices were given to him by the battlefield!
In this life, he was worthy of the word 'man'!
"Salute!"
Zhang Ye shouted.
The five of them saluted in unison!
Then, he turned around and left.
However, he paused at the door. His eyes were bloodshot as he turned to look at the lonely gray-haired figure.
That's right!
Born in the worst era, we have no choice!
"Old Master, thank you for your sacrifice for the human race. Zhang Ye has no way to repay you, so he can only kill a few more demons on the battlefield.”
……
The five of them left.
The living room was empty.
Wang Ao quietly put away the death notice and walked into his bedroom.
A painted red coffin lay quietly.
"In the blink of an eye, I've also lived in this world for a hundred years. My blood essence is almost exhausted!”
Wang Ao murmured.
He placed the death notice into the coffin.
There were many of them!
At the same time, a black-red alloy broken saber was pressed down.
The broken alloy saber was broken.
The blade was blunt!
The thick layer of blackish-red blood stain was the condensation of demon blood.
Wang Ao picked up the broken blade.
In an instant, his entire body burst forth with a sharp killing intent!
"Old friend, let's fight one last time. We'll be buried in the battlefield, and we'll be defeated!”
Wang Ao touched the broken saber.
the blade's light reflected off his gray hair.
He was over a hundred years old.
His blood essence was exhausted.
However, his cultivation was still there!
The human race explored nine realms: the lower four realms of martial artists, martial masters, martial kings, and martial honored!
Upper Five Realms Transcendent, Nirvana, Materialization, Shattering, Deity!
When humans cultivated to become stronger, they relied on spiritual energy to cultivate their realms and their physical bodies to cultivate their blood essence!
Wang Ao's talent was average, but he had also become a Martial Honor. At his peak, he had killed a terrifying demon.
However, due to his old age and the accumulation of his old injuries from thousands of bloody battles, his strength had fallen to the peak of the Martial King Realm.
But so what if his blood essence was exhausted?
At this moment, he had nothing to worry about!
He climbed into the coffin and lay quietly for the night.
The next day.
He opened his eyes and woke up.
He closed the coffin and tied it with a rope. He carried it on his back and ran toward the entrance of the battlefield with the broken alloy saber in one hand.
He was going to collect the corpses of those children!
The second was the last battle after he grew old!
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