Ye City Center.
On the screen of the mall, the military satellite shot the 8th defense line's broadcast.
At this moment, many people fell silent, leaving only the dazzling streetlights!
An eight-year-old watched the video and couldn't help but say.
"I want to participate in the battle…My father died at the ninth defense line…"
After the child spoke, his mother hugged him and cried bitterly.
"You can't go missing. Mother can't lose you again.”The child's mother cried even harder, her heart breaking.
The two of them depended on each other for survival. They lay limply on the cold marble floor. A tragic feeling that came from a certain bloodline of the same race began to spread and summon the ferocious and brutal emotions of every citizen.
Among the crowd of onlookers, a young man couldn't take it anymore. He stood up angrily and looked towards the extreme north with bloodshot eyes.
Even though it was night, one could still see that on the battlefield of the myriad races, a fluorescent white energy pillar soared into the sky, and a magnificent void gate that reached into the world was powerful to the limit.
This was the greatest glorious power in the history of Earth, but it exuded a supreme and destructive feeling.
The ancient Outsider King radiated an unexcelled aura that stretched out for tens of thousands of kilometers, like an ancient giant, looking down at the people who were walking around like sad ants.、
However!
There would always be someone unwilling to submit!
There would always be people who had the guts to fight and not give up!
Groups of youths walked out. They helped the pitiful mother and son up. Some youths shouted angrily!
"I'm seventeen years old, and I'm going to join the war. I'm going to take out my long saber, isn't that just risking my life?”
"Join the battle!"
"F * ck them, kill those old Outsiders bastards!”
As some of the youths roared, they raised their hands and shouted at the top of their lungs. Their eyes were blood-red, and no one was willing to retreat. All of them were ferocious and brutal!
A white-haired old man in his seventies stood by the roadside and shouted.
"This is a humiliation that we have never felt in decades.”
"But this is also something that our country's youths have never had in decades!”
"This old man is not talented and has been a fool all my life, but today, I am willing to praise you!”
" Life is China, death is the East. An inch of Dan is heavy, seven feet is light, and the rest of the vast Qi turns into the wind. My soul has become a sun star. It is enough to leave the cardinal guides and virtues for thousands of sacrifices, and to hang down the festival and righteousness for thousands of years!”
This was a man in his seventies. He was wearing a plain white robe and silver presbyopic glasses. He tried his best to stand straight and sing loudly!
This phrase came from Zhang Huangyan, one of the three heroes of West Lake. It represented the unyielding bones of our country, formed from blood and tears.
Then, more and more people began to sing.
Nan Ziying stood in the distant night. He had changed into a long white robe. In the cold wind and heavy snow, his robe trembled slightly. There were some tears in his eyes.
He was not a god. He had only chosen a lonely and great path.
However, when he saw the tragic scenes of those of the same race and bloodline, he only felt extreme oppression.
However, he did not walk out now. Instead, he was in the dark night, his white robe fluttering in the wind and blending into the night as if he had never seen light before.
"I will definitely end this era!”
His voice was like the falling snow. The lightning and thunder in the sky seemed to be witnesses. Then, he walked out of the city. He was going to do something.
Now, it was snowing heavily, but the people of Ye City did not feel cold. Because sadness could resist everything, they were united. A large number of youths went to sign up, and a group of girls went to sign up.
The old man was crying, grinding ink in the cold wind of March, and then writing big words-Farewell!
Under the night sky, Nan Ziying was like a lone rebel.
It had nothing to do with glory.
It has nothing to do with prosperity,
It had nothing to do with the bustling crowd and the myriad of living beings.
He had left the city and entered the wilderness. All he was doing now was to become stronger alone in the dark.
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[Chronicle of the Ten Thousand Races: Some people will rise in the night, light a fire in the dawn, be stained with blood on the day of sunrise, and then be buried in the land of freedom!]
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